Gunshots, explosions, and roars echoed through the night sky.
This was exactly what Old Ghost and his crew wanted. They were the bait, drawing the vast majority of the base's attention.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the base, at a relatively weak defensive point, Wu Liangchen's figure moved like a ghost, silently approaching the high wall.
He bent his knees slightly, muscles tensing in an instant. The next moment, he shot up like a cannonball, effortlessly clearing the electric fence several meters high and landing silently inside the base.
The moment he landed, several patrolling soldiers detected the disturbance, shouting sharp questions as they raised their guns and took aim.
Wu Liangchen wasted no time on words. With a single step, his body blurred into a faint afterimage.
"CRACK! SQUELCH!"
