From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 329 Infiltration
Under Gilan's instructions, the servants Weiwei and Buweig left quietly.

Only four people from Jilan were left under the wall outside the red brick factory building.

"Holdan, Celine, what alchemical supplies do you two have with you?"

Gillan glanced at the two heavily guarded buildings and asked casually without turning his head.

Holden and Celine answered quickly in a low voice.

There are alchemical explosives for attacking strongholds, gas bombs that can cause people to become unconscious, bulletproof protective gear, cloaks to hide the body, and so on.

These are some of the products they independently developed through the collected drawings and the power of their "craftsmen".

Jilan hummed and looked away.

"The leader and high-ranking officials of the Blood Harbor gang should be hiding in the underground miasma shelter. Before confirming the intelligence, we should not alert the enemy, so it is best to sneak in and get close to the target, and then execute the beheading."

"Understood, Mr. Gillan."

Haldane and Celine nodded.

As they spoke, they each took out a storage item.

Holden's was a palm-sized iron box, while Celine's was a canvas handbag.

Jilan silently activated the "Guidance Prompt" ability of his own 4th-level "Player" essence.

He half-closed his eyes and entered a sleepwalking state, half asleep and half awake, and then the "apocalypse dream" began.

Whether it is a tin box or a handbag, colorful entries appear in its sight.

These two items, similar to Jilan's alchemical leather pocket, are mysterious items with folded space and have the function of portable storage.

Holden took out a roll of black "tape" from the iron box and said:

"It's 'sound-absorbing fabric'. It can eliminate sound."

Celine pulled out several sets of translucent "raincoats" from her handbag and explained:
"Putting on this cloak can mimic the environment and hide your figure from the visual level, making it extremely difficult to detect with the naked eye."

"Very good." Jilan picked up the two alchemical products, looked at them for a while, and then praised them.

Both Holden and Celine smiled.

Not for a moment.

Buweige and Weiwei returned one after another.

After listening to Weiwei's explanation, Jilan had a general understanding of the underground miasma shelter. However, the little familiar emphasized that there were many powerful characters in the deepest part.

It didn't dare to get too close, so it just observed from a distance for a while and then returned.

"One of them almost found you, and it made you feel terrible?"

Jilan asked Weiwei on his shoulder.

The little familiar nodded heavily and said quickly:
"Yes, Master. That guy has very white skin and carries a strange double-barreled shotgun with a sword embedded in the middle of the barrel... He gives me the feeling that he is even more powerful than the god Pan."

When everyone heard what Weiwei said, they felt strange because they had never heard of the so-called "God Pan".

Gillan looked thoughtful.

He had experienced the world of the film and knew very well that Pan's strength was stronger than that of an average level 3 mystic.

As a devil, Weiwei has keen perception and her judgment is rarely wrong... If that's the case, then there must be a strong man with a strength of more than level 3 in the Blood Harbor Gang's lair.

It was hard to say whether it was the Kuze family or not, but Gilan did not feel nervous or uneasy because of this information.

Quite the opposite.

After Jilan was promoted to level 4, he had not had time to test his own strength and he was worried about not being able to find an opponent.

'do not let me down……'

Ji Lan secretly thought.

Then, he flipped through the small booklet handed to him by Buweige. It not only drew the structure and floor plan of the two buildings in black stick figures, but also recorded the distribution of personnel and various information in detail in red pen.

Even the approximate strength of each person was briefly summarized. Except for a few enemies in the building on the right that needed attention, they were all just ordinary people.

After reading the information in the notebook, Jilan had a clear understanding of the situation in the two buildings.

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Buweig. It seems that this guy was selected by the secret cult to join the "Thorn Clan" reserve, and he is not useless.

Noticing Gilan's gaze, Buweige completely lost his initial arrogance, and lowered his head, saying in a deep voice:

"Mr. Gillan, is the intelligence not detailed enough?"

"No, it's very well done."

Jilan closed the notebook, put it in his coat pocket, and said calmly.

"I take it back, Bwigg."

The long-haired young man was startled.

Immediately, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The last bit of pride hidden in his heart inexplicably dissipated at this moment.

"Put on this invisibility cloak Celine made, and wrap it around your wrists and ankles with Haldane's tape, and we're ready to go."

Jilan gave an order, then took the lead in putting on the translucent "raincoat" and wrapped the black "tape" around his hands and feet.

He tried to move his hands and feet, but was surprised to find that he didn't make any sound.

No, to be precise, the sound was absorbed by the magical black "tape", so it looked like it was silent.

Jilan turned to look at the other four people who were already dressed and found that they seemed to blend into the environment.

If it weren’t for my extraordinary perception, I wouldn’t be able to “see” that there were four people standing in front of me.

"Very well, follow me."

Gillan nodded in satisfaction and spoke.

Although the human voice was also absorbed by the tape, it could not be completely covered, so Holden and others could still hear it vaguely.

Jilan pulled down the hood of his raincoat, lowered his head, and walked towards the building on the right.

Haldane and his four companions followed closely behind.

On the second and third floors and the rooftop of the building, a dozen gang members wearing anti-miasma masks were looking around with guns, but they failed to notice anyone passing under their noses.

The group of people entered the building silently like invisible ghosts.

After Gillan led the team into the first floor, he noticed two men sitting at a table in the corner chatting, with a black semi-automatic rifle leaning against their feet.

This is clearly contraband, most likely arms that the Parliament secretly traded to the Blood Harbor gang.

Gillan ignored the two guys and led the team past them and continued inside.

According to Buweig's intelligence notebook, Jilan learned that a middle-level cadre was stationed in each of the two "sentry posts" outside the underground miasma shelter.

The cadres of the building on the right are located in the second room on the left on the second floor.

He went straight up the stairs and reached the second floor.

Then arrive at the door of the target room.

Gillan gestured.

Because of the contract, Weiwei easily understood what her master meant and flew through the wall.

Soon, it came back out of the wall and whispered:

"Master, it has been confirmed that there are indeed nine people inside."

Jilan raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Tuk Tuk.

"Come in."

A rough male voice was heard from inside.

Gillan pushed the door open.

creak-

Everyone in the room looked over, but was surprised to see that there was no one outside the door.

"Ok?"

The burly bearded man sitting on the sofa frowned.

A breeze blew by.

next second.

puff! !
A man leaning against the wall on the left fell to the ground, holding his throat. The bearded man's pupils shrank, and he stood up reflexively.

However, the weird things are not over yet.

puff!

Puff puff puff! !
The gang members in the room had their throats cut inexplicably, or fell to the ground while holding their left chest where their hearts were.

"Damn it! There are enemies!"

The burly bearded man acted decisively, jumped onto the coffee table beside the sofa, and reached out to press the round button under the table.

However, his hand was broken off at the wrist the next moment.

bass--

The bearded man groaned and fell to the ground, holding his bleeding hand. The intense pain and the strange things in front of him made his face full of horror.

Invisible enemy?!
laugh! !

A cold light flashed, and his vision fell into darkness. He had no idea what happened from beginning to end.

The door closed with a click.

Haldane stood in the doorway, with the hood of his raincoat pulled down to reveal his head.

"Mr. Gillan, what do you need us to do next?"

"You four search the room and see what you find."

Gillan also pulled down his hood, ignored the bloodstains and corpses on the floor, and sat on the sofa.

The four reservists obeyed the order and began to search every corner of the room carefully.

Gillan bent down and stretched out his hands to fiddle with the body of the burly bearded man. After examining his face, he pinched his arms and thighs.

Holden and the other three looked at each other in bewilderment.

Could it be that this Senior No. 001 has some strange habits...

next second.

All four of them were stunned.

Immediately, his pupils shrank sharply.

The originally tall and handsome blond young man was turning into a burly bearded man at a speed visible to the naked eye!

There is no difference in height, body shape or even skin color!
"This guy is a mid-level cadre of the Blood Harbor gang. With his appearance, he can sneak into the underground miasma shelter more easily."

Gillan stood up from the sofa with the appearance of a bearded man.

His original height of 1.9 meters had shrunk to about 1.8 meters, but his expression remained calm and indifferent.

"Just stay here and wait for me. Contact me via radio if anything happens."

As Gillan spoke, he pulled out four miniature headsets from his pocket and threw them into the hands of Holden and the others.

Immediately, he took off his raincoat, untied the black bands wrapped around his hands and feet, and swaggered out of the room.

The four people left were silent.

They were all shocked in their hearts at the same time.

This ability to change appearance, coupled with rumors, made them certain of one thing... Gillan Iroce was indeed on the path of a February "director".

But the question is, how can his actual combat ability be so strong? !

This is totally inconsistent with the laws of the field of mysticism!

...

...

Red brick factory building, underground miasma shelter.

The structure of this miasma shelter is completely different from that of the military zone, and it appears more winding.

The walls were hung with intricate pipes and wires, and the light was dim, with only a few dim electric lights hanging in the corners.

There is no decoration on the gray-black cement wall, only some cobwebs, cracks and dust, showing that it has been a long time since this miasma shelter was built.

At the deepest part there is a huge iron door.

In the center of the secret room behind the iron gate, there are two rows of black leather sofas. On the metal tables and shelves opposite, there are many square-headed surveillance screens placed or hung. The wires at the back are densely packed and quite messy.

There were eight or nine figures in the secret room. The leader was sitting on the sofa. He was a thin bald man wearing a leather jacket with a fur collar.

There are intricate tattoos on his forehead and head, which seem to be a religious painting.

"Brother, how long are we going to stay here?"

A man also wearing a jacket stood against the wall, smoking a cigarette, and asked in a deep voice.

"The miasma is getting stronger and stronger. Even if it doesn't affect us, our brothers won't be able to hold on..."

"Don't worry." The bald man on the sofa said calmly. "The No. 7 Golden Army needs more experimental materials."

He glanced at everyone present.

"No one knows their research results better than us... Without those people, how could we have obtained such mysterious power that surpasses mortals?"

"As a human being, you need to know how to be grateful."

"grateful……"

The Blood Harbor gang leaders present all lowered their eyes. Although they thought the reason was ridiculous, they did not dare to refute it out loud.

Because everyone knows the boss's character.

Just because the other person says so doesn't mean they think so.

But you must never say it out loud.

"The council of Shenqiu Town is full of good-for-nothings, not worth worrying about. The military can't even protect itself... The longer we stay, the more freedom we can enjoy."

The bald leader said softly.

"The Empire and the Federation are already hostile to each other, and now the miasma disaster has arrived, exacerbating the conflict. When the No. 7 Golden Force completes its research, we will leave here together."

"But……"

Another man with a ponytail sitting on the sofa hesitated.

"What about the Imperial Gravediggers? The No. 7 Golden Troop asked us to cause some trouble for those guys, but the problem is that if we really provoke them, we may not be able to resist."

"don’t worry."

The bald leader lit a cigarette, took a puff of smoke, and said lightly.

"We have all gone through the second transformation of the troops. In the words of Major General Claudemier, we all have super-limit-level strength."

"If we really fight, it's not certain who will win or lose."

"What's more, there is James here."

Hearing the name "James", the gang leaders present turned their heads and looked behind their boss.

A tall and thin man with pale skin and messy white hair was standing there upright.

His facial features were plain, his eyes were indifferent, and on his back he carried a double-barreled shotgun with a sharp sword embedded in the middle of the barrel.

"James is one of the few 'humanoid family' who has undergone the third transformation of the No. 7 Golden Army. The alchemical power, the Autumn Sorrow parasite and the body are perfectly combined. The effect after taking the 'blood pill' is far beyond comparison."

The bald man smiled.

"Even the Gravedigger of the Empire is no match for James."

dong dong dong.

At this time, the iron door of the secret room was knocked.

The discussion among the crowd stopped.

"Who?" The bald man narrowed his eyes and asked calmly.

"It's me, brother."

A gruff voice came from outside the door.

The ponytailed man who had spoken earlier glanced at the monitor and frowned:
"It's Shadiq... He's not on guard duty on the surface, what is he doing here?"

The bald leader had a blank expression on his face and remained silent for a few seconds.

He suddenly raised his hand, signaled to the white-haired man behind him, and said coldly:
"James, kill the guy outside the door."

(End of this chapter)