Chapter 537: Hit

It was extremely cold in the simple hut.

Although the only window and the loosely fitting door were covered with blankets to block light leakage, the cold air still seeped in through the gaps.

Song Moting breathed on his fingers to warm them up.

He only allowed the team members to light a battery-powered light in the room, and his breath made a thin white mist in the dim light.

Song Moting focused all his attention on checking the equipment.

He can push all things other than work out of his mind, and his ability to concentrate is awe-inspiring and amazing.

The team members have seen that level of concentration in one person - captain Song Moting.

Because their jobs are special teams, mainly working for special units.

Song Moting is calm, stable and capable.

Need to hit a hard-to-shoot target?

He is a sharpshooter.

Need to blow up a building somewhere?

Just look for Song Moting.

His attitude was not aggressive, in fact, he was very low-key.

But his players could tell by his eyes and his lack of expression that he was deadly dangerous.

In this small factory hidden deep in the cold mountainous area, no one could have imagined that a batch of biological agents was being manufactured here and was scheduled to be shipped to the headquarters of a secret organization in a certain country.

Although air attacks are the quickest and most effective way to destroy factories, they can also trigger an international crisis and undermine the delicate balance of power between countries here.

No one wants total war.

They must not let these people succeed. They want to stop these people's conspiracy. Without the support behind a certain country, no one would be so bold.

Since air attacks were not feasible, the factory had to be destroyed from the ground, which meant that the explosives not only had to be installed manually, but also had to be powerful.

Song Moting not only planned to blow up the factory with plastic explosives, but also planned to use the fuel and catalyst in the factory to ensure that it was razed to the ground.

They've been here a few months and they're using proof of travel.

Song Moting hung the radio transmitter on his body and carried a backpack full of plastic explosives.

Jin Dachuan's equipment is exactly the same as his.

Both of their radio transmitters were assembled by Black Cat himself. Several of the transmitters they obtained locally were damaged in some way, so they disassembled the available parts and assembled two new ones, and tested them repeatedly to ensure that they were not defective. Will malfunction.

They also sneaked into the factory's phone lines and installed bugs, a task that was easy because the factory still used equipment from the early decades.

They didn't eavesdrop on much information, but they determined that the small factory was indeed manufacturing some kind of biological and bacterial weapons for radicals in a certain country.

Biological bacteria are not special, but some can serve as extremely effective biochemical weapons.

Song Moting sneaked into the factory last night to conduct reconnaissance. When he came back, he drew a floor plan and marked the location of the germ culture room and warehouse.

He and Jin Dachuan will install most of the explosives in those two places.

Once the factory was blown up, they were to destroy their equipment in the cabin and be ready to go when the other three returned.

They left here in four groups and met at the border to report on the mission.

By crossing the border, they can return to their home countries.

Once discovered they will have no official recognition.

Song Moting turned off the lights, and the three men quietly slipped into the night.

Song Moting's voice came through the radio.

"Trouble is coming. There is movement in the warehouse. It seems they are preparing to ship a shipment."

Jin Dachuan cursed and immediately focused on the unexpected situation.

Warehouses storing germs must be completely destroyed before shipment.

The warehouse is usually empty at night, except for guards standing guard outside.

But now there are people coming in and out, which means Song Moting and the others cannot go there to install explosives.

"How many goods are there?"

Jin Dachuan asked.

"About eight or nine. I hid behind some barrels but couldn't move any of them."

Their job is not to let that shipment leave the warehouse.

"Cheetah! How are you doing there?"

Song Moting called softly.

"I'll be right over, boss, my explosives are ready."

Jin Dachuan is going to help Song Moting, but they are still outnumbered, and moving will expose Jin Dachuan's position.

"If you want help, Fox, you stay where you are."

Jin Dachuan's chest was filled with anger. Damn it, Song Moting was right.

No matter what he did, Song Moting and the others would be distracted, and distraction would only increase the chance of death at this critical moment.

Jin Dachuan sat on a bag of rations, trying to suppress his suffocating anxiety.

Time passed slowly second by second.

Jin Dachuan knew that Song Moting was using every cover he could find to quietly approach the warehouse area with as little risk as possible.

He also knew that these radicals were preparing to leave with their germs.

Time is approaching minute by minute.

Jin Dachuan is seeking a balance between caution and his own interests.

Song Moting said into the microphone.

"Black Cat, report your situation."

"I couldn't move a step, the truck was almost full."

"Two minutes."

Song Moting said that this was their last chance and it was absolutely impossible for these chemicals to reach their territory.

Two minutes.

Jin Dachuan closed his eyes.

Cold sweat ran down his back.

He found himself mumbling to himself.

Two minutes seemed like a lifetime, and the second hand on the watch seemed to be motionless.

"Get in position."

Hearing that almost made Jin Dachuan lose control.

He bit his lower lip until blood flowed out.

"What's the situation?"

"Yes, the captain can't move. Elephant, how many charges have you loaded?"

"One charge."

"It's fatal."

One charge is definitely not enough.

Jin Dachuan listened to their conversation and knew that Song Moting was estimating how much explosives were needed to blow up the factory.

"Where's Fox!"

"It's already in position. But I can't help."

"Start retreating."

Song Moting's voice was steady.

"Fox, put the fuse on all the charges."

After a moment of silence, Fox's voice came, "Okay."

"Ready. Throw the whole bag of explosives under the truck and run. I'll cover with gunfire. I plan to give us five seconds to get out of here before pressing the button."

"It's fatal. Six seconds."

Fox said.

"Ready."

Song Moting's voice was still extremely calm.

"Get up!"

Intermittent gunshots came from the loudspeaker of the radio.

Jin Dachuan suddenly stopped moving as if he was shot by a bullet.

His comrades were fighting bloody battles, but he had to stay here motionless. The mission required that he must not fail.

If they failed, he and Beaver were the last hope.

They could not be exposed.

A sound came from the loudspeaker that made the hair on Jin Dachuan's neck stand up, a dull mutter mixed with the gunshots.

"Boss! You're shot."

"Go on, prepare to evacuate."

Song Moting's voice was abnormally weak.

Thirty seconds later, the explosion shook the hut, dust continued to fall from the gap in the ceiling, and the door rattled in the door frame.

Before the air wave of the explosion had passed, Jin Dachuan had already pulled off the headphones on his head and threw them aside.

He picked up a hammer and began to smash the old but functional radio equipment, because their plan was not to leave anything that could be used.

Thirty seconds later, the radio turned into a pile of scrap metal.

They must reach the final evacuation point according to the designated arrangements. Now no matter how worried he is, he must take his people away.