The ink-black night weighed heavily upon the earth, providing a natural cloak of cover for the special forces' operation. Like specters from the depths of darkness, light-footed and agile, they slipped quietly into the territory occupied by the Mysterious Organization. Along the way, the team members maintained high vigilance, stepping with utmost care to skillfully avoid the enemy's spiderweb-like network of patrols. With a detailed knowledge of the terrain as if it were their own backyard, and relying on exquisite stealth skills, they drew closer to the Mysterious Organization's research and development base like ghosts.
The R&D base was like a grim fortress, fortified to an intimidating degree. Not only was it surrounded by various advanced defensive facilities—their cold steel machinery lying dormant like crouching beasts, ready to attack at any moment—but it was also densely packed with monitoring equipment, acting like countless watchful eyes that missed no disturbance whatsoever. Yet, the special forces soldiers showed not the slightest hint of retreat; their gazes were steadfast like burning torches, revealing fearless courage.
The team members had clear divisions of labor and tacit coordination. A group of operatives, like assassins in the dim night, moved with athletic grace and silently crept toward the outer sentries. Their movements were light and swift, weaving like phantoms. Before the enemy could notice, they eliminated the sentries with lightning speed, car…
Chapter 109