The display screen inside the safehouse projected a wireframe of the Royal Holdings hidden medical facility. Built into the sheer rock face of a private cliffside peninsula, the clinic was an absolute structural fortress.
"The perimeter is entirely ringed with seismic sensors and biometric fences," Yang Muchen stated, his voice low and heavy as his finger traced the cliff line. His eyes were dark, shadowed by lack of sleep and an intense, coiled vigilance.
"Xie Changheng's private security contractors are pulling double shifts. A standard black-ops infiltration team won't make it past the outer checkpoint without triggering an automated system wipe. The place is completely shut tight."
"Then we don't force our way in," Chen Ying murmured, her gaze fixed on the data scrolling down the secondary screen. "A fortress that tight must rely on external lifelines to maintain its isolation. What are the regular access vectors?"
