In the narrow corridor, the leading soldier, wearing a camouflaged helmet, observed the path ahead through the crosshairs of his weapon with a stern face.
When he reached a corner, he slowed his pace. Suddenly, the hand that was holding the forestock of his gun in front loosened, and he raised a fist behind him.
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The soldiers trailing behind him immediately halted, steadying their Thompson submachine guns as they waited for the next command.
The soldier with the raised fist opened his fist, turned it into a palm, and swung it outward a few times with a small motion.
Two soldiers toward the middle of the team instantly understood the signal. One of them sidestepped to lean against the wall and, with his weapon ready, slowly moved forward two steps.
Compared to the group hugging the wall, these two had a better field of view. They saw no threats at the other end of the corner.
However, out of caution, they still looked down and spotted some unnatural dust on the ground.
They pressed down with their hands to indicate the ground and then put together their index and middle fingers, swinging them sideways three times to signal the presence of land mines.
The leader of the small squad nodded slightly, then began to slowly kneel down. He was wearing a bulletproof vest that was reinforced with steel plates, complete with smoke and hand grenades, and on one side, a total of eight magazines in sets of four.
This could be the best individual soldier equipment in the world; he also had an S3 pistol (M1911) at his waist, a military water bottle, and a not very useful first-generation gas mask.
Even the combat dagger had been moved to his shoulder for quicker access.
All members of the squad wore black cloth masks, with not much difference from the modern special forces, except for their somewhat outdated M35 military helmets, which gave them a fantastically surreal look.
All wore goggles, which somewhat limited their vision, but also made them appear more sci-fi, like bio-soldiers from some anime.
Kneeling on one knee, the squad leader received a special device handed over from behind by a teammate.
It was a small mirror mounted on an extendable pole. The leader stretched this mirror out, close to the ground, to observe the other side of the corner with the principle of light reflection, to detect any dangerous targets.
Soon, he spotted an ambush at the end of the corner, near a door, where a threat was peeping out and monitoring this area.
He retracted his observation mirror and handed it back to the teammate behind him, then made a gesture to watch for landmines underfoot and to prepare for an assault.
All team members nodded uniformly. Then the two soldiers who had broken away as bait swiftly charged past the corner.
After they grabbed the attention of the ambusher, the leading captain immediately stuck out his Thompson submachine gun and pulled the trigger at the enemy who had just emerged, ready to fire.
"Tut-tut-tut-tut!" A burst of gunfire sounded, and the target hit by the bullets sprayed red powder all over, collapsing to the ground covered in dust.
"Tut-tut-tut-tut!" As a result, before the assault troops could rejoice at having taken down the ambusher, another ambusher from another door on the other side leaned out and began spraying bullets at them, unguarded.
"We'll talk when you've beaten me." Yulin's expression was one of disdain, as if looking at her own daughter. However, she was only 17 years old herself.
Indeed, one is the school's number one powerhouse, the other the principal's silly new bride. It seemed all the surrounding students wished they could become invisible, desperately hoping not to be dragged into this nuclear showdown.
"Go take a bath! I'll treat you to braised beef and vegetarian meatballs for lunch." Yulin was accustomed to looking down from above, as if she were a true queen.
"Don't think I'll be grateful to you. I will eventually beat you until you're red! The kind that requires a full body wash!" Yue'er handed over her weapon to a nearby instructor as well, leaving behind a hardly impactful harsh remark, and walked away without looking back.
"What are you looking at? Do you bunch of idiots need to take a bath?" Yulin sneered at the new students trying their best to blend into the surroundings.
In an instant, everyone knew that the cat-girl Missy whom Yulin dared not deal with had left...
"Rest for five minutes; the exercise participants will swap their guns! Check the ammunition! The second exercise begins!" Yulin looked towards the new student with the least blue on him, "You're in charge of commanding, go formulate the attack plan!"
A group of young newcomers, as if granted amnesty, immediately picked up their weapons and scattered like birds and beasts. The one who played dead as bait also hurried to prepare a new ambush plan.
With Yue'er gone, Yulin naturally would not accompany them for the exercise anymore, so this time it was up to him to come up with a defense plan.
Everyone knew that Yulin, the big sister, had not been in the best of moods these last two days, and no one dared to provoke her in that state... Her Majesty the Queen.
After all, everyone knew, Tang Mo had left Brunas, while Yulin, due to work reasons, had to stay in Brunas, so in a sense, they were... separated (by mistake)?
Therefore, with Her Majesty the Queen holding back her frustration, naturally, no one dared to provoke this prematurely mating-seasoned female T-rex (big mistake)...
Tang Mo, now on Dragon Island, sneezed three times in his bathtub. He rubbed his nose, wondering if he had caught a cold from the sauna he had just taken.
He picked up the wine glass resting at the edge of the bathtub, shook the ice cubes inside, and somewhat regained the feeling he used to have in his own villa.
Honestly, this feeling was too good, almost making him forget that he had crossed over to another world.
It seemed that in just a few years, he would be able to turn this place into the spitting image of Earth, and he would reach a summit he had never reached in the world of Earth during this process.
"Achoo!" Who is cursing me? Tang Mo sneezed again, thinking to himself.
In the bathroom in Brunas, Yue'er cursed as she scrubbed the blue powder off her ears, "You stinky guy! What did you say about going to Dragon Island?"
"Achoo!" Tang Mo sneezed yet again, truly beginning to suspect that he had caught a cold.
In the conference room in Wolf City, where Alice sat at the conference table listening to her subordinate discuss the commercial street construction plan for Wolf City, she cursed in her heart, "Damn guy, leaving without a word..."
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Dragon Spirit broke its promise to make up for the missed updates in April... Sorry. But Dragon Spirit remembers, owing 4 updates, there will be no shortfall, and they will definitely be made up!