Qi Lin outlined the route of infiltration on the Zhi Brain, and then shared the data with Fog Eye, Cheng Yanqiu and others.

During the infiltration process, each of the seven of them must ensure a distance of about twenty to thirty meters, which can not only make the target less obvious, but also get timely support if any member of the team encounters the enemy.

Without further ado, no one knew when a missile strike on the aircraft carrier would come, and after determining the route, it took only three minutes for everyone to check the equipment on their bodies and embark on this "one-way journey" deep behind enemy lines.

The difficulty of this plan is similar to that of no return, even if Qi Lin succeeds, the survival rate after jumping into the sea is less than thirty percent, of course, for Qi Lin, as long as he is not killed before jumping into the sea, he is completely sure that he will swim back to shore alive, after all, there is still a city waiting for him to take over, if he hangs up in the middle of the battle, it will be equivalent to giving up the steel city to Lei Kui, who is the commander of the large force of the consortium alliance.

"I don't know where Ayakui's crazy Lori ran...... If she was here, it should be much easier......" Qi Lin grumbled inwardly, screwing a cylindrical silencer onto the muzzle of SCAR's gun.

The two requirements of infiltration operations are swiftness and concealment.

Seven men silently and quickly weave from one house to another, mostly restored from dilapidated old barracks for the average mutualist player, which is either empty or with the doors and windows closed, and there is hardly a single figure outside.

After each player joins the Mutual Aid Society, their guns must be surrendered, which is also the reason why the players Qi Lin met in the dock yard before only had cold weapons in their hands, except for the Templar Knights, ordinary Mutual Aid Club players who want to get guns, in addition to finding a way to hide them or ask foreign players to buy them, the only way to do so is to have the Templars distribute weapons to them when the mission comes.

As a result, the team was not too worried about being attacked by cold guns in the residential area, and the Templars were basically on the other side of the alliance with the large forces of the consortium, and those foreign players with weapons either ran far away or were forced to join the warband, at this time, this relatively dead and quiet residential area became the safest place.

Qi Lin and the others were all light equipment, basically did not carry anything other than the main weapon and explosives, even food and water were all left behind, and the only heavy weapon was Qi Lin's individual railgun, in order to rush to the bridge as soon as possible before the missile was launched.

"Here it is, this is the garbage mountain!"

Walking out of the residential area, Qi Lin suddenly felt a bright spot in front of him, this is an open area with a depth of two kilometers away, more than a dozen garbage mountains of different heights and sizes are in the open space, Qi Lin can even feel that on these garbage mountains, there is also a faint radiation coming.

"There is still nuclear waste in this garbage, and those garbage guys can really stay......" Sighing in his heart, the tenacious garbage guys who have been mixed in this environment all year round, Qi Lin quickly ran to the bottom of a garbage mountain closest to the edge of the residential area.

After making sure that there were no Mutual Aid players around, he whistled, and the other six people immediately emerged from six different aisles and gathered at the bottom of the garbage mountain.

"In this place, the radiation is a bit strong...... Cheng Yanqiu frowned, took out an anti-radiation pill from his pocket, broke off half of it and threw it into his mouth, and handed the remaining half to the big man behind him.

"Compared to this strange smell, I think the radiation is quite bearable." Qi Lin's words are true, for other players to avoid the radiation, in Qi Lin's view, it belongs to his territory, in the radiation environment, not only does not feel uncomfortable, but also feels warm and full of strength.

"Well, use this." Cheng Yanqiu glanced at Qi Lin, then took out a small round metal box from his pocket, lifted the lid, and inside was an ointment-like black substance similar to cooling oil.

"Just what?"

"A practical gadget, wipe him under his nose." Cheng Yanqiu said.

Qi Lin tried to dip his finger in a little and wiped it on the upper part of the person under his nose, and suddenly, the strange smell on the garbage dump was immediately dispelled by a strong and spicy mint smell.

Moreover, the effect of this ointment does not stop there, this smell rushes straight to the brain along the nasal cavity, instantly making Qi Lin feel excited, and even the vision in front of him seems to be a little brighter.

"This thing has some 'additives', you can't use too much, it's addictive." Cheng Yanqiu said, let the others wipe a little, and put away the metal box again.

Those "additives" in Cheng Yanqiu's mouth, Qi Lin naturally knew what they were, and in the old times, they were proper illegal drugs, but this kind of thing is the same as stimulants and marijuana, but in war-torn countries, it is as common as tobacco and alcohol.

"How?" Cheng Yanqiu then asked, since Qi Lin has extraordinary eyesight without any auxiliary equipment, the position of the striker naturally fell on his shoulders in this infiltration operation.

"There's no one here at the junkyard, but there's a small group of Templars at the exit, not much, about fifteen to sixteen, two power armors, gathered there and don't know what to do." Qi Lin said.

"So much?" Cheng Yanqiu was stunned for a moment, raised his F2000 assault rifle, and looked in the direction of Qi Lin's finger with the one-point six-fold scope that came with it.

At the end of the junkyard was a low fence that had been part of the shooting range, behind which a small group of heavily armed Templars was congregating, and around them were two tall "Red Dragon I" power armors.

"How did these magic sticks end up here? Don't they go to the front? The big man asked in some confusion as he stepped on top of a pile of rusty metal waste.

Cheng Yanqiu shook his head slightly while looking at the players in the scope, "No, they're not here to support, they're here to wait for someone." ”

"Wait for someone? Waiting for whom? It can't be waiting for us, right? The big man was stunned, a little puzzled.

"Of course it can't be us...... According to the intelligence, the mutual aid society is by no means monolithic, and the relationship between the four cardinals who control the four districts is by no means as outsiders imagine, so the Templars are likely to be the henchmen of the cardinals of the southern district, and they are guarding here, probably to intercept the cardinals of the western side who may retreat in this direction. ”

"That's right, they're Samani's men, and the leader is called Hound Dog, who used to be one of Sendel's men." Misteye, who had not made much noise, suddenly spoke, and at the mention of Saman, his tone was full of hatred. 2k reading web