On the plantation wall, Zhou Zhen turned off the phantom system and hid behind a rack where corn was dried, observing the facilities and defenses inside the wall, and comparing them with the sketches stored in his mind.

The layout of the facility was exactly the same as in the sketch, and he secretly admired Cheng Xu's immortal reconnaissance ability, and at the same time admired his ability to recognize, and he could understand Cheng Xu's ghost drawing.

There were thirty-two security guards on the city walls, sixty-eight scattered across the fields, and the remaining hundred security guards were supposed to be resting, and it seemed that they were on duty in two shifts.

Zhou Zhen judged that the combat effectiveness of the security guards here will not be very strong, they still have to undertake heavy farming work on weekdays, it is now early in the morning, there are still busy figures in several fields, the sun is too hot during the day at the end of summer, water and fertilizer will be quickly dried, and experienced farmers will choose to fertilize at night.

In a corner of the plantation, a few security guards sat around the campfire for supper, and they ate canned whole nutritious food, which made Zhou Zhen angry, and the security guards faced the loess and cultivated with their backs to the sky, and the harvested grain and vegetables were exclusively for the top of the corporate alliance, and the magnates wantonly enjoyed the fruits of their labor, and tried to turn them into thoughtless animals with full nutritious food.

Zhou Zhen pinched his thigh hard, drowning his anger with pain, his destination was the brain of the plantation, the surveillance tower in the middle of the farmland, and to get there, he needed to cross hundreds of meters of farmland.

Stealthily arrived near the surveillance tower, Zhou Zhi felt very tired, the energy consumption of the phantom system was much higher than that of the Changsheng system, the energy converted by a piece of roast beef was not enough to support its long-term operation, and the surrounding farmland was not beautiful, and a piece of castor was planted here.

He complained about his carelessness, he was too unfamiliar with the new parasitic system, which led to the lack of a reasonable distribution of physical strength, and the grain warehouse was on the edge of the wall, and even if he used the remaining physical strength to hold it up, a dozen guards would never let him get even a grain of grain.

There was no choice but to grit your teeth and move towards the goal.

The surveillance tower is 30 or 40 meters high, the top of the tower is equipped with a loudspeaker, the perimeter is separated by a barbed wire fence with a warning belt with a radius of 10 meters, and eight searchlights are hung on the wall at the low end of the surveillance tower, regardless of energy consumption, the inside and outside of the barbed wire are illuminated as if it were daylight, and four heavy machine guns are erected behind the barbed wire, and the firing range covers a range of 360 degrees.

Zhou Zhi was a little surprised, the walls were guarded only by a group of sentries with single-shot rifles, and the barbed wire, searchlights, and heavy machine guns were apparently designed to deter the insiders, and it seemed that the plantation managers were more afraid of the security rebellion than of the foreign enemy.

After jumping over the barbed wire, Zhou Zhen was almost unable to stand, his physical strength was exhausted and the lights were dazzling, and the surveillance tower in his field of vision actually had a ghost, but fortunately, there was a dark area under the lights at the bottom of the tower, he struggled to move over, turned off the phantom system, and gasped against the wall.

Under the double torture of hunger and fatigue, Zhou Zhen wanted to cut off his picky tongue with a knife, and it was better to gnaw a few more pieces of Cheng Xu's coke than to die of exhaustion.

The beams of the searchlight crossed in front of him, and the patrol stood guard outside the barbed wire, and Zhou Zhen calculated that if he wanted to reach the door of the surveillance tower without being detected, he only had a three-second time window, but the distance he needed to cross was nearly thirty meters.

Without the help of the Phantom system, this is an impossible task.

Zhou Zhen stared desperately at the machine gun nest ten meters away, the gunman crouching with his back to him was his only remaining life, if he could be attracted to this shadow area, without attracting the attention of the patrol during the whole process, and happened to have food with him.

The risk is extremely high, and the benefits are not spectra, but if you don't do it, you will definitely die, after all, drinking air can't replenish your physical strength.

Zhou Zhen is like a gambler who has lost all his chips and caught a bad hand, and he can't turn over the book anyway, so he can only gamble hard.

He took off one of his riding boots, pinched the lace in his right hand, and swung the boot twice with all his might, throwing it like a chain ball at the machine-gun nest.

The riding boots bounced a few times on the ground and rested on the edge of the machine-gun nest.

The gunner heard the movement, looked sideways vigilantly, then frowned, his right hand did not leave the handle of the machine gun, stretched out his left hand to pick up the riding boots, took them to his eyes, looked at them, and immediately threw them away, and his left hand slapped in front of his nose.

Zhou Zhen suddenly remembered that he hadn't washed his feet for five days.

Probably thinking that his colleague was playing a prank with his stinky boots, the gunman threw down his machine gun and stood up, swearing and walking towards the surveillance tower.

Zhou Zhen coughed lightly and slowly lowered his body against the wall.

The gunman was stunned for a moment, and then put his hand on the pergola to look at the shadows, but the searchlight was too dazzling, and he avoided the direct beam of light as he watched, unconsciously getting closer and closer to the circumference.

When the gunman reached the edge of the shadows, Zhou Zhen was already half-lying on the ground, holding the hunting knife in his hand, slowly parting his feet and letting him get closer and closer.

From a bright place to darkness, it is difficult for human eyes to adapt immediately, and the gunner is no exception, he subconsciously closes his eyes.

At this moment, Zhou Zhen raised his last trace of physical strength and stabbed upwards with a knife.

The gunman let out a muffled snort of pain, and his body collapsed limply on Zhou Zhi's body, Zhou Zhi covered his mouth with his right hand, and groped with his left hand to confirm the location of the stab.

Unbelievably lucky, this knife actually hit the heart.

The gunman died after a few seconds, and Zhou Zhen was powerless to move him away, and directly held the corpse and rummaged through his pockets.

The good luck was not over, and in the breast pocket of the gunner's military uniform, there was a paper bag of sugar.

Zhou Zhen impatiently poured the whole bag of sugar into his mouth and swallowed it with saliva.

Sweet! The sweetest packet of sugar in over seventy years.

...

Although the legs and feet are still a little weak, the amount of energy brought by Sucrose is enough to activate the phantom system.

Perimeter penetrates the searchlight area, and after drilling into the entrance to the surveillance tower, the parasitic system is immediately turned off.

The exterior walls of the surveillance tower are so thick that the interior is cramped, with only seven or eight square meters at the bottom, half of the space occupied by wireless power receivers and substation boxes, and an iron spiral staircase leads to the top, with a few dim lights leaking through the gaps.

Zhou Zhen looked up by the light to observe, the top of the surveillance tower was divided into two floors, the lower floor was a platform made of iron frames, with two guards standing facing each other with guns, and the upper floor was an enclosed space, where was his destination.

Zhou Zhen took off his other riding boot and stepped barefoot up the spiral staircase.

Ten steps or so from the lower platform, he activated the Phantom, silently flashed behind a sentry, drew a knife into his heart, and quickly drew his knife and disappeared before the sentry fell.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other sentry was stunned, Zhou Zhen flashed behind him again, covered his mouth from behind, and put the hunting knife around his neck.

"Shhhh

Zhou Zhen whispered a threat to the sentinel.

The sentry was stupefied by the sudden change, nodded his head a few times without hesitation, and walked to the upper room under the coercion of Zhou Zhen.

Unlike the exterior walls of the surveillance tower, the partition walls and low doors of the rooms are made of nanomaterials, and there are no handles on the door panels, only a doorbell button.

The sentry reached out and rang the doorbell, and a burst of electronic music rang through the room.

Zhou Zhi's short body was hidden behind the sentry, only one eye peeking out from above his shoulder.

For a long time, the door panel did not move.

"Give me the pistol." Zhou Zhi commanded in a low voice, unsure of what was hidden behind this strange low door.

The sentry sighed and slowly reached for his waist.

Zhou Zhen was expecting what might happen after entering the room, when he suddenly felt a slight pain in his leg, as if he had been stung by a bee.

"You..."

Before Zhou could say anything, the sentry leaned forward sharply, twisting his neck and brushing the blade.

Blood spurted out, smearing the black door panels into a mottled dark red, and the sentinel reached out and pinched his neck, letting out a painful, staccato whimper, his body quickly becoming heavy.

Zhou Zhen was not small at this time, and pushed the sentinel's body away, pulled out the pistol at his waist, and took a few steps back and squatted on the metal stairs.

The sentry tumbled down the narrow staircase, struggling and writhing on the lower platform, blood dripping through the cracks in the iron frame, ticking echoes.

When he raised his gun to aim at the door panel, Zhou Zhen's elbow suddenly touched a cold object, and when he looked down, he saw that there was a metal syringe inserted in his thigh.

A few seconds after pulling out the syringe, Zhou Zhi felt a wave of nausea and nausea, the skin of his whole body was hot and dry like a fire, and his mind was already groggy because of hunger, and it was even more difficult to concentrate at this time.

In front of him, the low door shook a few times, and slowly opened a gap to the side.