Past Life Side Story 10: Shadow under the Moon

"Bang!!"

Flames and shockwaves from the explosion spread outwards.

Flying rocks, sheet metal, and flesh became part of the fireworks, exploding one after another on the battlefield.

This is one of the most chaotic regions in the Middle East, nameless and far from major cities and valuable oil fields.

At the same time, it is also a battleground agreed upon by various forces.

Countless weapons and mercenaries were deployed here, solely for the purpose of fighting.

The winner receives the prize money stipulated in the betting agreement, while the behind-the-scenes employer receives the stakes—an oil field or a mining area.

The loser suffers a significant loss of manpower and resources.

At best, it will cause minor damage; at worst, it will lead to debt and bankruptcy, and a future of being divided up.

This high-stakes gamble was almost insane, yet not a single organization voluntarily withdrew.

This is a real battlefield, where the grudges between all factions and their rivals are blood-red.

Therefore, for a force to withdraw is tantamount to its demise.

On this battlefield, the divide between Ghouls and humans is virtually nonexistent.

After all, who here doesn't have dozens of lives on their hands?

The night was as dark as ink, and the clamor of the war zone finally subsided for the time being, leaving only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the broken walls and ruins.

The ruins, repeatedly bombarded by artillery fire, stand silently under the cold moonlight.

Broken concrete blocks and twisted steel bars were exposed, and on the pitted ground, one could occasionally see mangled corpses covered in dust.

The air was constantly filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.

Suddenly, from a dark corner of a collapsed building, a black shadow darted out like a ghost.

The shadowy figure moved so fast it was almost an illusion.

The next instant, the figure abruptly stopped in the moonlight.

He was a tall, white-haired young man, his silver hair gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Upon closer inspection, Tsukimi Shisui, who had transferred to Knox Security a few months prior.

Everyone knows that Knox's so-called "security" is just a polite way of putting it for mercenaries.

To protect their employers' oil fields and mines, they are willing to use force to eliminate all hostile forces in order to safeguard these resources.

How can this not be considered security?

At this moment, Tsukimi Shisui was wearing a loose-fitting black combat suit.

Unlike other mercenaries who are covered in tactical vests, weapon accessories, and even heavy ammunition belts.

He only had a small pistol strapped to the outside of his right leg; there were no other unnecessary burdens on his body.

Therefore, the movements appeared exceptionally light and swift, like a cheetah hunting at night.

A moment later, he arrived at a barbed wire fence that was more than two meters high.

Without the slightest pause, his toes lightly touched the ground, and his body leaped up as if weightless.

Hook your left fingertips on the top of the wall, and exert a slight force from your waist.

The next second, she had silently flipped over and landed steadily on the ground.

It was as if not even a speck of dust was stirred up.

In this way, Shisui successfully infiltrated the enemy's encampment area.

Just as he was preparing to continue deeper into the area, a soft, rhythmic tapping sound suddenly came from the communicator in his ear. Tsukimi Shisui's movements stopped instantly, and he almost instinctively took a step back.

At the same time, his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and finally he crouched down and hid behind an abandoned low wall.

Using the wall as cover, he temporarily stopped in his tracks.

After confirming that there are no patrolling enemies nearby and that your position is sufficiently concealed.

He slowly raised his hand and gently tapped the communicator beside his ear with his knuckles, sending two short and one long signal to indicate that the other party could speak.

"Tsukimi, can you hear me?"

A man's voice immediately came through the earpiece, speaking very quickly and with a tense, wary tone.

They are clearly trying to shorten the call time as much as possible.

Shisui tapped the communicator again, responding with the same rhythm to show that he had heard her clearly.

The person on the other end of the earpiece breathed a sigh of relief and immediately continued speaking.

"Once you enter the abandoned building where the enemy is stationed, just to be on the safe side, we will not contact you again until the operation is complete."

Once electronic signals are captured, the location is likely to be revealed.

Therefore, Tsukimi Shisui had anticipated the severing of ties.

He didn't speak, but listened quietly as the other person continued to relay the message.

"Now, let's reiterate the mission objectives and the enemy situation."

"The hostile forces sent about a hundred men to protect the wealthy businessman, who were equipped with light machine guns."

"Based on eyewitness accounts from the front lines, it's highly likely there are two; their firing range needs close monitoring."

"Most of the remaining men were equipped with assault rifles, which is considered conventional firepower."

"There are also three snipers, taking turns to defend the third floor. Their line of sight should cover the building entrance and the surrounding open areas."

"In addition, the target was accompanied by five private bodyguards, all of whom were carrying pistols and submachine guns. Although their firepower was not strong, their reaction speed at close range was very fast."

"Currently, the wealthy businessman and his five private bodyguards are in a room on the east side of the second floor, while the remaining security personnel are stationed on the first floor, mainly concentrated near the stairwell and the main entrance."

The entire intelligence transmission took less than half a minute, without a single wasted word.

The call was abruptly ended as soon as the words were spoken.

Tsukimi Shisui raised her hand to take off her headphones and casually pulled a silver metal box from the inside pocket of her combat uniform.

This is a specially designed headphone case for isolating signals. He put the headphones inside and locked it, completely cutting off any electronic connection with the outside world.

For him, any support along the way was unnecessary; it was better to cut off communication altogether to avoid being pinpointed by signals.

He leaned against the low wall, closed his eyes, and his mind raced through the intelligence he had just received.

One hundred men, two light machine guns, three snipers, five close-combat bodyguards...

All the information was like chess pieces on a chessboard, and he placed them all in their proper places.

Half a second later, when he opened his eyes again, there was not a trace of emotion in them.

The Kakugan, black with red pupils, appeared, containing only the indifference of a predator.

First, take out the guards on the first floor, then bypass the sniper on the third floor, and finally rush straight to the target on the second floor.

It's not too late to contact the teammates who are stationed 500 meters and 1 kilometer away, keeping watch for external support, after we've cleared out all the enemies in the building.

Tsukimi Shisui slowly rose, without any murderous intent or sound, and walked towards the dark, abandoned building not far away.

The darkness of night became his best cover.