Chapter Ninety-Two

The greatest difference between a player and a soldier lies in the soldier’s understanding that life is lived only once. Because of this, soldiers cherish life more deeply—whether their own or that of others. Though many times they sacrifice their precious lives to protect those who need safeguarding, they remain fully aware that life is singular and irreplaceable.

Chen Ergou found it hard to comprehend everything that was happening inside the control tower. He had once tried a tactic common among snipers: wounding an enemy to lure reinforcements to aid the injured. Whether choosing to eliminate those reinforcements or forcing the enemy to divert manpower to care for the wounded, however cruel, it was a way to maximize gains.

What baffled Ergou was that those “Black Warriors” showed no concern for their comrades’ survival. They left the wounded to suffer in agony while the others remained indifferent. Apart from the occasional retching triggered by the sight of blood, the “Black Warriors” stood their ground, firing relentlessly at the small squad.

With Chen Ergou’s support, the small team finally withstood the barrage and crossed the deadly 200-meter line, arriving at the control tower’s entrance. This spot happened to be a blind spot for the tower’s guards; the elevated “Black Warriors” could not threaten the squad below.

Zhao Qiang and Cai Jiashu exchanged a glance and silently nodded. The operation to storm an unfamiliar environment and rescue hostages had been rehearsed countless times within the prison. From initial nervous clumsiness to fluid, confident execution, the squad had undergone a profound transformation. Every training session altered the environment; no one knew the room layout or the state of the hostages and captors.

Each assault had only three seconds—the human eye’s reaction time to a flashbang. Beyond that, anything could happen. Narrow doorways, complex interiors—any slight mistake could jeopardize the entire mission.

No one spoke. A faint metallic scent of blood seeped through the door’s crack. Tension hung thick in the air. This was the squad’s first genuine hostage rescue mission. After years of preparation, this moment was the true test of their training.

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

All commands were silent hand signals. The gesture for “three” dropped sharply. Zhao Qiang suddenly flung open the tightly closed door. A flashbang flew from Cai Jiashu’s hand, rolling into the control tower’s interior. A deafening explosion erupted, accompanied by a burst of 8 million lumens of blinding light and a 170-decibel shockwave, instantly incapacitating the “Black Warriors” guarding the ground floor.

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When Wang Baoquan recovered from the shockwave, the battle on the lower level of the control tower was over. Bodies of the “Black Warriors” lay scattered, blood gushing from two bullet holes in their foreheads and chests, utterly silent. Five battle-hardened soldiers, faces painted with camouflage and exuding killing intent, had secured the area.

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