In the darkness, every scene of this temporary base was presented before Mu Fan's eyes.
The closest to him were two scouts hiding behind the rocks, and the furthest was the automatic patrol vehicle on the base's perimeter.
"The temporary base has a total of 176 people, 35 armed mechanical guards, and 22 alert guards. There are 64 active targets..."
As the most terrifying network infiltrator in the world, Black meticulously synchronized the camp's defense map onto Mu Fan's left eye micro-screen.
At the center of the defense map, a huge red dot represented Colonel Quinton's position.
"Quinton's exact location cannot be confirmed. He hasn't brought positioning equipment, but it is certain that the area he is in won't have a second human."
So, my target is there?
Mu Fan squinted his eyes, lurking behind the rock as rows of patrolling soldiers flashed before him.
The night grew even quieter, except for the metallic clatter from the robots stepping, no other noise existed.
