The red light on the holographic map was still flashing, like a pair of peering eyes. Ye Mo ignored the flashing dots, pulled his hand out of his hoodie pocket, and casually gestured a couple of times in the air.
" Your T'Challa, your defense system has a fatal flaw." Ye Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet council chamber, "You rely too much on 'seeing'."
T'Challa frowned slightly, his finger hovering over the holographic projection's control interface. "You mean our sensors aren't sensitive enough?"
"No, it's your preconceived notions." Ye Mo curled his lip, walked to the map, and pointed to the southwest corner mine entrance he had just mentioned. "You think that as long as you install the most advanced radar, people digging tunnels can't get in. But the reality is, true masters or madmen never use the main entrance, nor do they make a big fuss. They prefer to use dog holes, or rather, they use places you think 'no one could possibly come'."
Emma Frost stood to the side, arms crossed, and coldly interjected, " Ye Mo means that static surveillance has blind spots. If the enemy knows your surveillance logic, they can find loopholes."
Ye Mo nodded, then turned to T'Challa: "That's right. Klaue and his gang may be stupid, but the forces behind them aren't. Sonic weapons can interfere with electronic signals, so what about next time? What if it's a weapon targeting biological perception? Or some kind of technology that can shield energy fluctuations? No matter how advanced your radar is, it still needs to 'see' before it can sound an alarm. If the other side can even shield energy fluctuations, your system is blind."
T'Challa fell silent. He stared at the dense red dots on the map, those red dots representing safe nodes looking somewhat fragile at this moment. As a king, he was used to solving all problems with technology, but Ye Mo's words were like a thorn, piercing into the unease in his subconscious.
"So, what's your suggestion?" T'Challa asked.
"Add more men." Ye Mo held up three fingers, "But not ordinary soldiers. I need 'dynamic concealed sentry posts'."
"Dynamic concealment?" T'Challa repeated the word, his eyes filled with doubt.
"Yes, it means exactly what it says." Ye Mo began to explain, his tone becoming like he was explaining a math problem. "Your current guard posts are fixed, and your patrol routes are fixed too. Fixed means predictable. The enemy only needs to observe a few times to figure out when you'll change shifts and when you'll let your guard down. What I need to do is 'hide' the sentry posts."
He pointed to the location of the abandoned ventilation duct. "There, it's sealed off on the surface, but the inside is empty. You can arrange for a team of specially trained soldiers to disguise themselves as maintenance workers or cleaners, or even blend in with the administrators of ordinary facilities. Only when an alarm sounds or an anomaly is detected will they activate the hidden passage and quickly enter the critical location."
"Crossfire?" T'Challa mused.
"More or less, but not entirely a firepower network; it's an information network," Ye Mo corrected. "The main task of these sentries isn't killing, but confirmation. Once an intruder is confirmed, the main force is immediately notified via encrypted channels. Moreover, because they are dynamic, the enemy has no idea which 'ordinary person' is actually a sniper, or which 'maintenance worker' is actually a demolition expert. This uncertainty is the best defense."
Emma Frost added, " The Mutants ' Telepathy can help with this. I can establish mental links so these Sentry can issue warnings the moment danger approaches. They don't need to fight; they just need to stay 'alive' and relay the message back."
T'Challa looked at the two men, the doubt in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a scrutinizing glint. He understood what this meant—it meant Wakanda needed to mobilize a large number of elite troops to carry out this high-risk, highly secretive mission. This not only tested the soldiers' abilities but also the commander's level of trust.
"This requires an extremely high level of discipline and loyalty," T'Challa said slowly. "And it will divert security forces from other parts of the country."
"This is the price." Ye Mo shrugged. "If you want to save your life, you have to pay the price. Either your home is raided, or you pay to buy peace. The choice is yours."
These words were blunt, even a bit harsh. But everyone present was intelligent, and no one felt offended. On the contrary, this naked exchange of interests made T'Challa feel at ease. In this dog-eat-dog world, acting on emotions only leads to death, while binding interests ensures longevity.
Emma Frost nodded, her voice clear and firm. "Your Majesty, you should know that the outside world won't stop its greed just because we've been hiding for a hundred years. Klaue is just the tip of the iceberg. If we rely solely on our existing methods, we'll be torn apart sooner or later. Although Ye Mo's suggestion increases short-term manpower costs, in the long run, it's the only way for Wakanda to survive."
T'Challa took a deep breath, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. He was weighing his options. Adding concealed outposts meant retraining a new batch of soldiers and adjusting the entire command chain of the defense system. It was a massive undertaking, but he had no choice.
"I will consider implementing these plans," T'Challa finally spoke, his voice steady, "But this will take time. I need to assess which areas are best suited for deploying these dynamic outposts, and how to select the right personnel."
Ye Mo smiled, his expression much more relaxed. "Of course, I won't rush you. After all, you are the king, and you need to think things through before taking action. However, I suggest that the border patrol be implemented as soon as possible."
"Border patrols?" T'Challa raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, randomness." Ye Mo snapped his the Snap. "Don't use any fixed routes. Go east today, west tomorrow, and circle around the day after. Coordinate with Emma Frost's telepathy, and report any abnormal energy fluctuations immediately. Remember, it's not about intercepting, it's about 'detecting'. The earlier you detect, the earlier you can prepare."
T'Challa nodded, picked up the data panel beside him, and quickly scribbled something down. His movements were swift, clearly indicating that he had already begun simulating the feasibility of implementing this plan in his mind.
"Also," Ye Mo added, "Don't just focus on the ground and the air. The ground is a path too. Many people overlook subtle traces on the ground, such as footprints, indentations, or even the direction in which vegetation has fallen. Teaching Sentry to look for these things is more effective than relying on radar."
Emma Frost glanced at Ye Mo, a slight smile playing on her lips, "You know how to make people's heads spin."
"That's called professionalism." Ye Mo blinked, then said seriously, "Let's go see just how amazing your 'black technology' really is. If we can borrow some research funding, that would be even better."
Upon hearing this, T'Challa's eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation. He said no more, turned around, and led the group out of the Silent Zone. Ye Mo followed at the back, his steps light. In his mind, the energy network made of Vibranium was still clearly visible, every point of light pulsating, as if telling the secrets of this world.
He looked up at the metal door of the elevator closing slightly. The outside world was still noisy, but his heart had become incredibly calm. New abilities had been unlocked, new allies had been established, and new challenges awaited him not far away.
Ye Mo took a deep breath, feeling the new life force flowing through his veins. He knew this was just the beginning. The real storm was yet to come. But he wasn't afraid. Because he held the key in his hand, and that key was enough to open the door to the future.