Chapter 483 can't be found? Then let's all explode!

The island nation's border, a vast expanse of dark sea.

Below the steep cliffs, reefs abound. A few wet heads silently peek out from the sea.

Fang Meng and Hong Chuangen, as the main combat captains of 917, immediately scanned their surroundings vigilantly and quickly entered combat mode.

Bai Nuo held three thin needles with a cold, eerie blue light between her fingers, while Leng Rong held three thin, sharp scalpels in his hand, their cold gleam flashing in the moonlight.

Liu Zi, Ling Shou, and Da Xiong quickly surrounded Jin Zicheng and Tao Jianhua, the two "technicians," their eyes sharp as hawks, watching their surroundings.

Fang Meng suddenly raised his hand and gently pressed his fingers down. The group of people who had just surfaced instantly disappeared back into the water, silently darting around the underwater reefs like fish and diving into a hidden cave on the shore.

After entering the cave, Liu Zi, Ling Shou, and Da Xiong quickly took up their guns and stood guard outside the cave entrance, leaving the planning of the operation to the six captains.

“There are guards nearby,” Fang Meng said in a low voice, his brows furrowed. “There are at least three visible sentry posts on the cliff top, and there should be more hidden sentry posts in the woods along the shore.”

Hong Chuangen then added: "There are patrol teams on the left side of the beach. Judging from the traces, there are at least two teams patrolling in different areas."

“This is not right!” The most knowledgeable member of the team about the situation in the island nation took two steps back, his face serious and his voice low. “Based on my understanding of this area, the Kyushu region where Nagasaki is located is the concentration of Aimu Army bases. After Okinawa was returned last year, Nagasaki Port still undertakes some of the Aimu Army’s logistical supply functions.”

Although island nations have begun to strengthen their defenses, they do not have much say in Nagasaki.

Even the defenses deployed at a major port shouldn't be this level, especially since this area of ​​water isn't currently open to trade cruise ships. Unless they're actually guarding against people, not trade!

"So... they're preventing anyone from leaving through this area, or from infiltrating!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, and everyone's eyes lit up instantly.

There's only one possibility that the other side is so vigilant—their people haven't been caught yet, or they might even be hiding somewhere in this area!

Bai Nuo stood at the cave entrance, looking down at the seaweed swaying faintly underwater, and said softly, "It's not difficult for a few of us to get ashore. At worst, we can wipe out the entire patrol team. The difficult part is how to dig people out of this wretched place like Nagasaki."

“Nagasaki may not be big, but we have limited manpower. Finding a few people who wish they could hide in the ground is like finding a needle in a haystack!” Leng Rong frowned, crossed his arms, and leaned against the cliff wall, a faint killing intent flashing in his cold eyes.

The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows of his arms, and a grayish-brown centipede clung to his pale wrist. The centipede looked as docile as a toy, but only his comrades knew that if that little guy bit him...

Then all I can say is: Grandma misses you!

On the other side, Jin Zicheng was sitting cross-legged on the ground, one hand on his leg, rapidly making hand seals, fine beads of sweat on his forehead, the compass in his other hand trembling but unable to locate the position.

"We've never met, and we don't have each other's birth dates, so it's too difficult to calculate, it's really too difficult!" He scratched his head in almost agitation.

Fang Meng squatted down and pressed his shoulder: "Their files are only one level lower in confidentiality than ours. Their birth dates and times are probably unknown even to the household registration officer. Their families are probably all forced to sign a bunch of confidentiality agreements. It's already very kind of them to be able to show us this information."

The state provides these special warriors with the utmost protection—their records are completely erased, their household registrations are falsified, all for one purpose: to return alive.

And they are willing to be the sharpest blade of the nation, piercing through all darkness.

Their relationship with the country has always been reciprocal!

Especially for those from 917, the state provides them with extremely tight protection; you definitely won't find any information about them in the highest-level archives.

The reason for doing this is to guard against certain groups of people from abroad who possess special abilities.

For example, the sorcerers in the legends of a certain country, or the Onmyoji in the rumors of an island nation, these people with special abilities are as mysterious and unpredictable as the Gu masters and Taoist sorcerers of their own country.

Although many of these are just rumors, who can guarantee that they aren't true? After all, these people from 917 are considered extraordinary individuals by foreigners.

Fang Meng's words of comfort did not put Jin Zicheng at ease. He looked up at Fang Meng pitifully for a moment, then looked down at the compass in his hand.

"Could it really be hidden underground? How could that be? How could I not even be able to figure out the general direction!"

The more Jin Zicheng calculated, the more insane his expression became. Finally, he started hitting his head with the compass in his hand, sat cross-legged on the ground, bent over, swayed back and forth, and muttered to himself: "No, this is not right, how can I not find it?"

"Alright, stop dawdling!" Fang Meng couldn't stand it anymore and yanked the person up from the ground.

"Is your head bothering you? How about I operate on you and take a look?" Leng Rong stood to the side, tilting his head and looking at the crazed Jin Zicheng with a strange gaze. He slowly raised one hand, his fingers twitching slightly, and a specially made small scalpel appeared at his fingertips.

Jin Zicheng shuddered subconsciously, twisted his waist, and slid behind Fang Meng like an eel, quickly shaking his head: "No need, no need, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm really fine."

“If we can’t find them, then so be it,” Bai Nuo suddenly turned around, squatted down in front of her bulging equipment bag, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Let’s try a different approach, let them… come out and find us on their own.”

Under everyone's watchful eyes, she deftly pulled out one waterproof bag after another, uttering the most outrageous words in the calmest tone:

“Nagasaki has three air force bases, two naval bases, and three army bases of the Amur Army, as well as three military bases and two core government departments on the island’s mainland.”

She held up a small, gleaming screwdriver, smiling like a cunning cat:

"Do you think if we blow up all these places... our comrades would dare to come out?"

Fang Meng looked at the excited little girl in front of him, his lips twitching, and shook his head with amusement: "Not only would she dare to come out... she'd probably have to come out dancing disco!"