Boom!
One hundred and ten figures descended on the edge of the abandoned industrial district with the force of a thunderbolt.
David, commander of the Third Combat Squadron, hovered above his ten soldiers.
His electronic eye calmly scanned the ground below. Every soldier's heart rate, adrenaline level, and even the slightest tremor of a gun barrel became streams of data scrolling across his vision.
"First time you've smelled anything like this?" David's voice came over the squad channel, betraying no emotion.
Below him, a young soldier gripped his energy rifle so tightly that his face went pale. He gagged.
The air reeked of rust, machine oil, and rotting flesh. Mingled with it was an aura of wrath that could kindle anger in anyone's heart.
"Sir... it's worse than I imagined." The soldier's voice shook.
David looked across the ten faces, tense yet tinged with excitement.
He was no longer the thug who found satisfaction in bullying the weak. Now he was their protector, the bulwark they relied on.
"The Tianshu System doesn't assign impossible missions." David's tone remained steady. He had learned that from Leo.
The more tense the moment, the more a commander's composure could steady his troops.
"You don't need to think. You don't need to be afraid. Just follow orders, aim, and pull the trigger."
Just then, the voice of Leo, the force commander, sounded in everyone's mind at once, as steady as a preset program.
"Chimney Sweep protocol, phase two: infiltration. Squadrons, breach along your assigned routes from multiple directions."
The moment the order came, the ten squads moved.
No longer a single force, they became ten sharp scalpels, slicing silently into the vast, decaying industrial complex from different angles.
David led the Third Combat Squadron swiftly along an abandoned railway track.
Two soldiers took the