Prelude to Slaughter

In the darkness, every detail of this Temporary Base lay before Mu Fan's eyes.

Closest to him were two scouts hiding behind rock; farthest away was the automated patrol vehicle at the perimeter of the base.

"There are 176 people in the Temporary Base, 35 Armed Mechanical Guards, and 22 Alert Guards. Sixty-four active targets..."

As the most terrifying network Invader in the world, Black thoughtfully synced the camp's deployment map to the faint light screen over Mu Fan's left eye.

At the very center of the deployment map, a huge red dot marked Colonel Kunton's location.

"Kunton's exact location cannot be confirmed. He isn't carrying a tracking device, but one thing is certain: there won't be a second human in the area where that guy is."

So my target is there?

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes. Concealed behind rock, he watched row after row of patrol squads pass before him.

The night grew ever quieter. Other than the metallic clatter produced by those robots' footsteps, there was no other sound.

Just as a soldier in the watchtower yawned, Mu Fan moved.

His steps were as light and silent as a cheetah's before pouncing on its prey.

At some point, that jade-white mask had once more covered his face.

Shielded by psionic energy, the infrared sensors became completely useless against Mu Fan.

With his body pressed tightly against the inner side of the mountain wall, hidden from sight, Mu Fan lowered his head and impassively glanced at his wristwatch before starting the timer.

Five-minute countdown, 4:59 remaining...

Then his emotionless eyes turned toward the camp, and he took a step forward.

The first patrol squad passed by, utterly unaware that Mu Fan stood in the shadows just twenty meters away.

Once the squad vanished from Mu Fan's sight, he stepped