Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 530 336, Undercover! (Request for guaranteed monthly votes)

At the southern boundary of Los Angeles City, Kyushu Yucheng was leading a team, rapidly advancing through the wilderness.

In winter, the vegetation in the north was mostly withered, like elderly humans, sparse of hair.

At that moment, Yucheng at the forefront suddenly knelt on one knee, raising his right fist.

In an instant, all the Kyushu members behind him simultaneously knelt on one knee, poised to shoot.

Communications fell silent.

Yucheng had already spotted the traces of the target, who was slowly closing in on them.

He made a tactical hand signal, indicating that the members behind him should flank from both wings, while he himself would push forward through the center.

The guns were about to go off, and the gunfire in the wilderness was incessant like firecrackers on New Yearʼs Eve; yellow, spent shells continuously fell to the ground.

The flanking wings quickly exerted significant pressure on the opponent from both sides.

But suddenly, Yucheng felt something was amiss.

It wasnʼt that the enemy was too strong, but that they were too weak.

The target squad had only 12 people in total, and the battle had almost ended as soon as it began.

These 12 Time Travelers had undergone training and looked somewhat like soldiers, but the issue was that the special duty team led by Yucheng was brought up by He Jinqiu from the military, and they were not something the opponents could match with just a month or two of training.

Yuchengʼs gaze continuously searched through the forest, waiting for the figures that had appeared on the hillside to re-emerge.

However, by the time the battle ended, the opponents had not shown themselves.

The sound of gunfire gradually ceased, and the forest regained its winter tranquility and coldness, no longer boiling with activity.

The next moment, he looked toward the left side of the forest, directly moving his gun to prepare to shoot.

The dark tree trunks complimented the night; the nocturnal wilderness was like a sinister and dangerous labyrinth, with no one knowing from where the enemy might appear.

”Itʼs me,” He Jinqiuʼs figure slowly emerged from the forest, the moonlight casting a hazy sheen on his gray suit.

”Password,” Yucheng did not lower his gun.

He Jinqiu smiled, ”The rivers and mountains are unharmed.”

Upon hearing these words, Yucheng finally relaxed his alertness, ”Boss? Could there be a problem with our intelligence? The enemy here is too weak, abnormally weak.”

”Of course itʼs abnormal,” He Jinqiu looked towards the bodies sprawled haphazardly nearby; these 12 Time Travelers hadnʼt posed any threat to Kyushu at all.

Yucheng thought for a moment and then said, ”Did you encounter any experts from Jindai or Deer Island? Just now, someone was observing our team from the hillside, I suspect their experts were lurking nearby.”

He Jinqiu laughed, ”No need to worry. That was He Xiaoxiao, but he wasnʼt participating in the battle tonight, just doing some data assessment.”

”I see,” Yucheng nodded.

He Xiaoxiao was very mysterious, even within Kyushu very few people had seen his true face, everyone knew there was such a ʼhigh player,ʼ but no one had the chance to meet him.

But since that strong presence on the hillside that had put great pressure on Yucheng was He Xiaoxiao, where were the experts from Jindai and Deer Island?

He Jinqiu looked out into the wilderness, ”Our intelligence isnʼt flawed. Kyushu and Kunlun both know that the Time Travelers are entering Los Angeles City from the north and south, so Mr. Zheng and I drew lots to decide who would go north and who would come south. Now that Jindai and Deer Island have so few people here in the south, it means Kunlun is going to be very busy tonight.”

”Should we help them?” Yucheng asked.

”No need,” He Jinqiu turned and started towards the main road, ”We still have other things to do.”

”But if Jindai and Deer Islandʼs people all enter Los Angeles City from the north, can Kunlun hold them off?” Yucheng curiously inquired.

He Jinqiu laughed, ”Why does everyone underestimate Kunlun? The old squad leader is someone even I wouldnʼt dare to provoke lightly. Donʼt worry, the territory is Kunlunʼs home ground. Jindai and Deer Island wonʼt be able to stir up any trouble.”

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On the north side of Los Angeles City, with the Yellow River serving as the boundary, there were only two bridges that could be used to cross the river and enter the territory of Los Angeles City.

One was the LuoJi Yellow River Bridge and the other was the Los Angeles Yellow River Highway Bridge; one east, one west.

If the Time Travelers from Jindai and Deer Island crossed these bridges, they would only meet their demise on those bridges.

Yet at this moment, three ferries were navigating the dark river surface, their navigation lights turned off, like the legendary ghosts of the Yellow River that had been spoken of for many years.

Human hydrotechnical engineering is grand and vast, with the muddy Yellow River flowing from the northwest and finally becoming clearer at the Xiaolangdi Dam after water and sediment regulation.

Itʼs no longer so turbulent.

On the bow of the foremost boat, a person quietly watched the shore, then made a tactical gesture towards the back.

Two Time Travelers in diving suits jumped into the water face-up, holding small underwater propulsion devices in their hands. The turbines of these devices whirled, stirring up rings of bubbles in the water.

The two Time Travelers carefully climbed ashore, taking off their diving equipment and moving lightly and quickly.

One of them quickly surveyed the wilderness and then shone three long and one short signal with a flashlight towards the river surface.

The person at the bow saw the signal and calmly said, ”Approach the shore.”

The ferryʼs engines roared back to life, speeding toward the shore.

But just as they were about to reach the shore, a rumbling sound came from further away.

The distant rumbling intertwined with the roaring of the ferryʼs engines, instantly tearing apart the original solitude of the river surface.