RNP Chapter 112 Obtaining the Password
Chapter 112 Obtaining the Password
Chapter 112 Obtaining the Password
Leopard Qiang glanced at his watch; it was 1:40 a.m.; there were still fifty minutes until the agreed-upon rendezvous time.
He was also worried. Song Zhaowen was the main force in this operation, and they were just cooperating. If Song Zhaowen ran away and let them infiltrate the military camp, even if the camp was half-strength, Leopard Qiang wouldn't dare to do it. But if they just withdrew like this, how would they explain it to Cai Ba when they got back?
"Let's wait a bit longer," Bao Qiang decided. "Maybe Song Zhaowen has discovered something and gone to scout ahead."
Even he himself didn't quite believe it when he said that.
The three waited another three minutes. The only sounds in the jungle were still the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind.
Shar-Pei suddenly raised his hand: "Brother Leopard, listen!"
The distant roar of engines could be faintly heard, and there was more than one.
Leopard Strong's expression changed drastically: "Damn, it's a convoy."
He made a quick decision: "Retreat to the west and avoid the main road."
Just as the three of them got up to leave, a blinding beam of searchlight suddenly shone in front of them.
Immediately afterwards, lights came on from both sides, and three beams of light locked them firmly in the middle.
"Lay down your weapons and surrender, or you will be spared." The message in Burmese came through the loudspeaker.
Having dealt with the Burmese for many years, Leopard Qiang and his men knew very well that the Burmese were not a powerful country in the north. The idea of surrendering and not being killed was nonexistent; they were just trying to trick them into laying down their weapons to reduce their own casualties from resistance.
Shar-Pei's eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed the rocket launcher on his shoulder directly at the direction of the densest concentration of lights: "Fuck you!"
"boom!"
The rocket shot out, leaving a trail of flame, and exploded in a fireball dozens of meters away, but it didn't hit anyone; the rocket went astray.
Sharpi's retaliation provoked the ferocity of Songchai's men.
The sound of gunfire rang out continuously.
Leopard's heart sank to the bottom. Judging from the gunshots, there were at least dozens of people on the other side. It was definitely not just a patrol team; it was an ambush that had been laid in advance.
"Fight them!" Johnny fired wildly with his submachine gun.
Bullets weaved through the jungle, striking tree trunks and sending up splinters, but the enemy's firepower was far more intense, with at least ten machine guns firing simultaneously, raining down a barrage of bullets.
"Puff puff puff————"
Shar-Pee, Johnny, and Ah-Bao didn't have Song Zhaowen's skills; within seconds, they were riddled with bullets.
A few minutes later.
The bodies of A Bao and the other two were thrown into a military vehicle.
The Burmese people assumed that only these three little rats had infiltrated, and they all relaxed their vigilance.
No one noticed that Song Zhaowen silently slid down from a tall tree, then rolled silently under a military vehicle, clinging to the ground with his hands, and followed the vehicle into the military camp.
More than ten minutes earlier, Song Zhaowen had sensed from afar that a large number of people were closing in on him using his pheromone perception. At that moment, Song Zhaowen knew that Cai Ba's plan had been exposed and that it was an anti-China Cai trap.
As for why he didn't warn Ah Bao and the other two, it was obviously because he wanted to lower Song Chai's guard by having them die.
The military vehicle bumped and jolted into the camp, its tires screeching over the gravel road. Song Zhaowen clung tightly to the crossbeams under the vehicle, his body pressed against the chassis, and he could clearly feel the heat emanating from the engine.
The vehicle circled the camp several times before finally stopping in front of a concrete building. The soldiers jumped out and began talking loudly in Burmese.
"Throw those three corpses into the warehouse and await the general's decision."
"Damn it, Caiba only sent three people. How much do they look down on us?"
"Alright, hurry up and finish packing so I can switch shifts. I'm so sleepy."
Several soldiers carried the body into the warehouse through the side door of the building. While they were away, Song Zhaowen silently rolled out from under the vehicle and slipped into the shadows of the corner.
Song Zhaowen held his breath and activated his five-fold perception.
There were at least thirty living people around, mostly concentrated in the main building and the sentry post. The warehouse area, on the other hand, was less crowded, with only a few soldiers who had just gone in and two others smoking and chatting at the entrance.
Song Zhaowen glanced at the warehouse door—an iron gate was ajar, and dim light shone from inside.
Ah Bao and the others' bodies are inside; no one should touch them for the time being. What he needs to do now is find where Ah May is being held.
According to the floor plan provided by Cai Ba, the detention area should be on the underground floor, but since Wu Tun has betrayed them, this information is probably false.
Song Zhaowen closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The air was filled with a mixture of smells: diesel, tobacco, sweat, blood—and a faint scent of perfume.
It was very mild, but very distinctive. It wasn't the smell you'd expect from a military camp.
He opened his eyes and looked towards a detached bungalow behind the main building. The scent of perfume was coming from that direction.
The bungalow looked ordinary, like officers' quarters. But there were two armed guards at the entrance, standing very alert, unlike ordinary sentries who were relaxed.
After observing for a few minutes, Song Zhaowen confirmed the guards' patrol pattern—a squad leader would come to check every fifteen minutes, staying for less than a minute each time.
The next check-up should be ————
He glanced at his watch: 2:20 a.m.
There will be an inspection at 2:35 PM, and the shift will change at 2:40 PM.
He has fifteen minutes.
Song Zhaowen emerged from the shadows and moved quickly along the base of the building. He moved very lightly, like a cat at night, his footsteps almost inaudible.
Go around to the back of the bungalow, where there is a small window with iron bars, but the glass is broken. It's dark inside, with no light.
Song Zhaowen leaned closer to the window and confirmed once again that the perfume scent was even stronger, mixed with a hint of a woman's body odor.
right here.
He gently brushed aside the broken shards of glass and reached inside to feel around. The window latch was rusted, but it could still be turned.
"Click".
The faint sound was exceptionally clear in the silence. Song Zhaowen immediately stopped what he was doing and listened intently, holding his breath.
The guards did not respond.
He continued turning the latch until it was fully open, then carefully pushed the window open.
Inside was a small room filled with odds and ends, seemingly a storage room. The door was ajar, letting in a faint light.
Song Zhaowen rolled over and landed silently.
He walked to the door and looked out through the crack. Outside was a quiet corridor, with only the faint sound of snoring in the distance.
There were several rooms on both sides of the corridor, all with their doors closed.
A faint fragrance wafted from a crack in one of the rooms.
This must be the room where Ah May is being held.
Song Zhaowen took out two thin iron wires from his pocket, inserted them into the keyhole, and gently fiddled with them.
Five seconds later, with a soft "click," the lock opened.
He gently pushed open the door, slipped inside, and closed it behind him.
The room was dark, with only the moonlight filtering in through the window barely making out any outlines. A woman was curled up on a small bed in the corner, covered with a thin blanket. She sat up immediately upon hearing the noise.
"Who?"
"Caiba sent me here to save you."