Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality-Chapter 968 - 487: Leave This to Me! (Part 2)

"So how do we breach their defense line and ensure the expatriates safely reach the port?" the officer asked anxiously.

Ambassador Fan sighed deeply, his brows furrowed, unable to think of a good strategy at the moment.

Just then, Lin Beichen stepped forward, "Leave this to me. I have a way to handle it."

Ambassador Fan and the officer were stunned by Lin Beichen’s words, turning their heads to look at him in disbelief.

Lin Beichen maintained a calm expression and nodded slightly to confirm: "Yes, I have a way."

"Comrade Lin Beichen, how exactly do you plan to break through the defense line?" Ambassador Fan asked curiously.

Lin Beichen sighed gently and said calmly, "You don’t need to worry about that. Our plan remains unchanged. I have a clever strategy to successfully break through the red headscarf troops’ defense line."

"But..."

Ambassador Fan frowned, considering this matter concerned the lives of all the expatriates. Lin Beichen’s reluctance to reveal the specific plan made him uneasy.

At this moment, Leng Feng stepped forward to vouch for Lin Beichen, "Ambassador Fan, please trust Lin Beichen. His abilities in our Northern Garrison District are well recognized. I am convinced that he can lead us safely through the defense line."

Seeing Leng Feng’s unwavering trust in Lin Beichen and Lin Beichen’s confident demeanor, Ambassador Fan pondered for a moment and then slowly nodded.

Despite having some concerns, the extraordinary skill and confidence exhibited by these two Huaxia special forces members persuaded him to choose trust. "Alright, let’s all rest for a bit. We may need to set out in the middle of the night," Lin Beichen suggested.

After obtaining agreement from Ambassador Fan and the others, they were led to a prepared resting room.

...

At midnight, the land was shrouded in pitch-black darkness, with only sparse starlight and a crescent moon hanging in the sky.

Mogadishu City was silent, with no bright lights, no bustling night markets, and even the cicadas were silent.

Lin Beichen sat on the steps in the embassy courtyard, gazing at the starry sky, feeling a surge of emotions.

The place was economically underdeveloped, lacked security, and had poor air quality, vastly different from Huaxia.

He couldn’t help but wonder why the expatriates would choose to come here.

"Lin Beichen, why are you here alone? Ambassador Fan asked me to inquire when we would set off since the artillery fire has stopped."

Leng Feng approached and sat beside Lin Beichen, asking.

Lin Beichen sighed and replied, "No rush. The red headscarf troops haven’t fallen deeply asleep yet. Let’s wait a bit."

"Not asleep yet? How do you know? Can you even calculate that?" Leng Feng asked, surprised.

Lin Beichen glanced at him and said helplessly, "Do you need to calculate that? Have you ever seen someone fortune-telling to find out when someone is free?"

Leng Feng awkwardly scratched his head, still curious and asked, "Then how do you know?"

Lin Beichen explained, "The artillery fire just stopped. The red headscarf troops couldn’t have immediately gone to sleep."

Leng Feng was enlightened, "Makes sense. I didn’t even think of that."

He paused and asked again, "When will we set off?"

Lin Beichen checked the time and decided, "We’ll set off at midnight."

"Why?" Leng Feng asked instinctively.

Lin Beichen looked at him somewhat helplessly, "Are you the guy who always asks these questions?"

Leng Feng, a bit embarrassed, scratched his head, "I’m just curious why midnight is the right time to leave."

Lin Beichen patiently explained, "After the artillery stops, the red headscarf troops, having undergone a day of battle, are highly tense. When they relax, they’ll enter a period of exhaustion and drowsiness. From a biological standpoint, about an hour later, they’ll reach their most fatigued state. It’s almost eleven now, so if we wait an hour, they’ll be at their most relaxed by midnight."

After hearing this, Leng Feng was enlightened. Though he didn’t understand the reasoning, he was impressed by Lin Beichen’s explanation and only knew that the red headscarf troops would be most lax at midnight.

Observing Leng Feng’s expression of admiration despite not understanding, Lin Beichen curved his mouth slightly, continuing to gaze at the starry sky, relaxing his nerves and waiting for midnight to come.

...

Time passed slowly, the sound of artillery had stopped for a long while, and all around was quiet.

The air was still filled with the smell of gunpowder, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.

"Lin Beichen, it’s midnight. Shall we set off?" As the watch’s hand pointed to twelve, Leng Feng immediately asked.

"Go! Notify them to act immediately!" Lin Beichen decisively said.

Leng Feng immediately stood up, brushed off the dust on his pants, and quickly informed Ambassador Fan and all the expatriates to prepare to move.

Ten minutes later, under the swift arrangements by Ambassador Fan and the stationed soldiers, all the expatriates boarded the bus.

The situation was urgent, with lives on the line; everyone hurried.

After securing everyone, Ambassador Fan spoke to Lin Beichen, "Lin Beichen, the expatriates are all boarded."

"Good, I’ll drive. Let’s get moving immediately!" Lin Beichen said without hesitation, heading toward the bus.

Upon reaching the vehicle, he took a dark yellow talisman paper from his pocket and bit his index finger, drawing on it.

After drawing, he affixed the talisman paper to the bus’s front.

Ambassador Fan asked in confusion, "What’s Lin Beichen doing?"

Leng Feng, although also puzzled, knew from past experiences that Lin Beichen’s actions always had deep meanings.

"Let’s board first." Leng Feng urged.

"Alright." Ambassador Fan asked no further questions, but he seemed to see a red glow flash through the spell drawn with blood on the talisman paper. Upon closer look, the talisman was dull and dim.

"Did I see that wrong?" Ambassador Fan wondered to himself.

Rubbing his eyes, he mumbled a few words, then shook his head, thinking perhaps he was just seeing things late at night.

No longer dwelling on the matter, he boarded the bus with Leng Feng.

Seeing them on board, Lin Beichen immediately stepped on the gas, and the bus smoothly started, heading toward the unknown ahead.

Due to the intense conflict during the day, many streets in Mogadishu City had become ruins, the road surface full of scars and craters everywhere.

Driving at night was fraught with danger; one wrong move could lead into a pit, making it hard to escape.

Fortunately, Lin Beichen’s driving skills were excellent. He steered the bus steadily through the embassy district, briskly yet smoothly, toward the front.

"Lin Beichen, we’re approaching the combat zone," Ambassador Fan reminded seriously, looking ahead, "You’d better turn off the headlights, or we might attract the attention of the red headscarf troops."

In this city, almost entirely occupied by the red headscarf troops, no one could predict where they might ambush from a hidden corner.

If the headlights were on, they would surely become sitting ducks.

The red headscarf forces wouldn’t care which country’s vehicle it was; artillery is merciless and unavoidable.

Lin Beichen glanced at him and chuckled lightly, looking unconcerned, "Relax, they won’t see it."

Ambassador Fan frowned, looking at him with a confused expression, "Do you know what you’re saying? With the headlights on like this, how could they possibly not see it?"

Impatience laced his words, wishing to switch off the lights himself, but not daring to interfere with Lin Beichen’s driving.

Lin Beichen replied with a composed smile, "Just rest assured, I guarantee they absolutely won’t see it."

Ambassador Fan’s facial muscles twitched slightly, his eyes filled with bewilderment, "They won’t see? Do you think the red headscarf troops are all blind?"

Lin Beichen remained calm, continuing to drive with the headlights on.

Ambassador Fan watched him, shaking his head helplessly, then turned to look ahead. Suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Lin Beichen, quick! Turn off the headlights!"

He shouted urgently, "There’s a group of red headscarf troops up ahead!"

Not far away, a group of red headscarf troops gathered, their red scarves strikingly visible under the lights.

However, Lin Beichen seemed not to hear, steadily driving the vehicle onward.

"I saw them a while ago," he said calmly.

Ambassador Fan looked at him incredulously, and since he had seen them earlier, why didn’t he quickly turn off the headlights?

Driving so blatantly close, wasn’t that walking into a trap?