Time marched on like a slowly pacing old man, ticking away second by second. The force of over three hundred "terrorists" was strictly disciplined, obeying every command. "What the hell kind of terrorists are these? I wouldn't believe it if you killed me. They're practically identical to the American DEVGRU! Did the US really send out a fifth of its ultimate trump card? Rumor has it they only have fifteen hundred DEVGRU operators in total," Yang Xi muttered inwardly as he looked at the heavily guarded camp through the night.
Although Yang Xi's martial arts were impressive, the unit was stationed right beside a small pond in the middle of a forest, leaving no place to hide. Yang Xi waited for a long time without finding a chance to infiltrate. The patrols rotated every single minute; covering a distance of some eight hundred meters in that window was practically harder than ascending to the heavens for him.
He crouched in the brush like a panther in the dark, holding his breath and waiting for an opening. He believed an opportunity would eventually present itself. "Oh, look at that, here comes a chance!" One of the soldiers in a patrol stopped to relieve himself, and this separation gave Yang Xi a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Chapter 65