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Chapter 1367: Chapter 1218: Retreat (Please Subscribe!)
Experimental Base.
At minus thirty-plus meters.
The Second Control Center.
The First Control Center was located on the third underground level, but given the current situation, its security was highly questionable, so the rarely used Second Control Center was activated.
Above.
The power to the First Control Center had been cut.
Safe from being controlled by someone else.
The storage servers were all in the Second Control Center to ensure data security to some extent.
Since the island itself rose high above the sea surface.
Even here.
It was still not at sea level, which was why this island could be dug so deep; otherwise, with a low-altitude island, such excavation would soon reach the underground seawater.
Instantly becoming a swimming pool.
In the control center of over two hundred square meters, dozens of people were busy working, with computers that should have been displaying the entire island’s surveillance and radar scanning information, but now, all external signals had been disrupted.
Connectible.
Only the internal surveillance and management systems.
Luckily.
The quality of the base was good.
The internal surveillance hadn’t gone bad at all.
At this moment.
A professional passed on a piece of very bad news to Jars:
"According to the last feedback... the instantaneous failure of the surface surveillance equipment leads us to suspect... an EMP weapon. Since the ground floor has a magnetic shield, the equipment on the lower levels was not affected."
Hearing this.
Jars’s mood plummeted once again.
EMP.
Full name: Electromagnetic Pulse Weapon.
This thing.
Only great powers could manufacture it; the term was a death warrant, a small mistake, and this base could really be finished. Now, the enemy’s origins and numbers were unknown.
The only thing clear.
Was that the enemy was formidable.
"We still can’t connect with any external information."
"Keep trying," Jars said.
"Yes."
"Who do you think it could be?" asked the concerned manager next to him, frowning.
Jars shook his head slightly, his tone solemn, "I don’t know. All I know is that we are in big trouble. Now, now, I can’t even guarantee if our evacuation plan is known to them."
"We can only... give it a try."
Otherwise.
Just waiting around won’t do.
Suddenly.
The surveillance footage from the ground level changed.
"They’ve broken in," yelled a person who saw fighters storming in, startling many. On closer inspection, they realized it wasn’t a breach of the Second Control Center but the main gate.
Following that.
The footage was cast onto the big screen in the Control Center.
Immediately.
The Control Center was abuzz with commotion and amazement.
"What are those? Ironclad fighters?"
"Armored warriors?"
"What model are their weapons? Why haven’t I ever seen them?"
Watching the neatly dressed, fully armed fighters continuously entering through the main gate, their extraordinarily expert tactical movements dazzled everyone. It had to be said, the armor looked fantastic, clearly not a simplistic thing.
"Have you seen it before?" Jars asked.
The adjacent manager.
Should have known more than him, a person in charge of the experiments.
"Not at all. I’ve never even heard of any country that equipped such weapons and armor, not even the experimental exoskeletons of the United States, which are still only at the clothing stage. What we’re seeing is full-body integrated armor equipment."
Sadly.
He was also clueless.
"Defense power..."
Jars was about to ask.
When suddenly.
A clash occurred in a hallway on the first underground level.
’Da da da~~~’ An untechnical corner strategy was met with indifference from the enemy, who, taking hits, simply pushed forward around the corner and greeted a few flabbergasted security personnel with a barrage of peanuts.
"Gurgle... Strong defense, small-caliber weapons are useless," Jars swallowed hard, grimly noting, while looking at the advancing enemies with newfound admiration.
Good stuff indeed.
Why didn’t the organization have it?
"Lock down all the doors," Jars immediately ordered.
"Yes."
At this time.
They saw the group reach another door.
Casually they took out tools, dismantled a control panel in the corner of the wall, and with an attitude of expecting a joke from the onlookers, as the design had considered the possibility of decoding.
But unless the Control Center was willing.
Those doors would not likely be decoded successfully.
Now.
The Control Center had already cut off the decode enabling pathway for identity verification.
However.
The people in the video seemed to feel as at home, inserting a long tube, busily working on an unidentified device, under their incredulous gaze.
"Tszzz..."
The door opened.
"This is impossible."
A technician couldn’t believe it.
How difficult it was.
At any rate, he had no idea, yet for the Command Room, best at decoding besides passwords, hardware infiltration was of most developed means.
"Nothing is impossible, it seems we’ve been exposed already, even the design plans might already be in their hands. Immediately arrange for evacuation, we can’t hold out any longer," Jars decided to retreat right away.
"Yes."
Retreat.
It was not possible to take the scientists below with them.
But.
They could no longer take everyone into account, now, the most important thing was to establish contact with the organization; this feeling of blindness was agonizing, they firmly believed that as long as the organization was there, no problem was insolvable.
Even.
Directly mobilizing some American forces would suffice.
Here was the west coast of Mexico.
North was the United States, the nearest military base was only two hundred plus kilometers away. As for the scientists, whether dead or alive, Jars was not concerned; to him, these people were already of little use.
The data.
The organization had it all.
The most important research of this base, the fruit of decades, in terms of practicality, somehow didn’t match up to the discovery of the ’Transcription Source Fluid’. Therefore, with a better basic material, they believed, even if everything was lost, the organization could continue their research just fine.
Yet.
Just as Jars was about to leave.
"Bad news, they’ve implanted a virus through the hardware. Now, all main doors cannot be opened; to fix this, we can only power down and restart. But, we cannot prevent them from reintroducing the virus."
On the screen.
Only red error alarms were showing.
"... "
Jars felt murderous.
Damn it.
Failing at the crucial moment.
"Bastard, hurry up and deal with this."
Watching the screen, those strangely dressed fighters moved as if they were in uninhabited territory, encountering resistance that seemed almost nonexistent as they passed through door after door, moving closer to their level.
Fortunately.
The elevator was still under their control.
Otherwise.
An encounter would be less than a minute away.
Three minutes passed.
Minus two layers.
...
Minus three layers
...
Minus four layers.
...
The enemy, due to being clad in bulletproof armor, was simply charging down. A battle? No, it was bullying. Their security personnel were lying defeated along the way.
