Mecha Devourer System-Chapter 199: Cold Infiltration (II)

One moment, Everlearn was quietly being pulled down by gravity; the next, a pole three meters away and a couple of meters beneath blinked crimson, and a large, elongated missile instantly pointed toward him.

"Destruction of Unidentified Invader Will Now…"

Those words had not yet been completed when,

SHRIIIIIIIING!

Everleanrn's hand reached into his coat, pulling out the sword before flinging it down with force

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

The sound of something being torn apart rang out as the blade carved through the entire missile structure, severing even the pole into two.

Everlearn landed quietly on the ground, managed to grab both halves in his hands, and gently lowered them.

"Two soldiers coming from the sharp left corner…"

The words echoed in his ear, and in the next moment, he quietly packed his blade, tucking it back into his coat before merging with the darkness.

"I think I heard something… like a slicing sound. Seemed to be coming from 2A Grid!"

The voices echoed out, followed by powerful flashes of light as two figures emerged from the corner.

There were two soldiers, both male, about 1.8 meters tall.

"Huh?"

One of them mused in surprise, bending down to the pole which had been smoothly sliced in two halves.

"Did the machine fail?"

His companion asked, but James shook his head, his hands rubbing over the smooth edges.

"No, this is no failure, Doromiah. This is a smooth slash from an incredibly sharp blade."

He declared, shooting to his feet in the next moment.

"Maybe we should signal the—"

CRAAAAAACK!

Doromiah's words cut off, followed by the spine-chilling sound of bones cracking.

Immediately, James pulled out a gun in a flash, pointing it right toward Doromiah's face, only to witness his partner's body flailing forward.

He stepped to the side, allowing it to fall to the ground, and in the next moment, his gun was rapidly behind him.

But before he could shoot,

BAAAAAAANG!

A row of fingers slammed into his neck, sending his breath backward.

The power beneath the strike was so powerful, he was sent three steps back, blood bursting from his throat as he clutched it tightly.

But he didn't take the fourth when a hand grabbed the back of his head, driving him forward, only for the pointed end of an elbow to smash into his face.

CRAAAAAAACK!

Another spine-chilling noise of bone being cracked, and James went limp.

Quietly, he was dropped onto the ground, and only after did a dark being step out of the shadow, none other than Everlearn.

His hands grabbed both soldiers' legs, and in the next moment,

VROOOOOOOOM!

The air surged as Everlearn flung them into the sky.

Both their unconscious bodies were sent flying high over the walls and into the distance.

"You flung them out of the base?"

Sara's voice echoed in his ear a moment later.

"It was the only choice apart from killing them, as they could have woken up later and signaled the base."

"Even if the fall wakes them, it will take about an hour before they walk the entire length of the gate to alert the rest, and...they most likely won't."

He said, shifting his sight to the side and noting the splashes of blood.

"That… that was cold."

The whisper echoed in his ear.

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Sitting down in her info room, Sara had seen it all on the screen in a First POV:

Everlearn sneaking behind one of the guards, slamming his hands on the back of the man's neck.

A common strike with the simple aim to render someone unconscious, but it had been so powerful that it broke the man's neck bones.

Then he had proceeded to shatter the other guard's neck before striking his skull with an elbow, rendering him unconscious as well.

It was cold.

Each move was precise and lethal, making her almost doubt whether he had wanted to knock them out or simply kill them.

"What's my next path?"

The words came from the side, and she slowed her pounding heart, telling herself it never happened to stay focused on the mission.

"There are about six more soldiers on your left side, and two more on the right, where both previous soldiers came from."

"They do not seem to be moving toward your direction, so it's safe now."

"The towering structure behind you is the soldiers' quarters."

"According to my database, the people in there are ordinary soldiers for protection."

"In short, they're just guards, and they won't have the info."

"To get the info, you'll have to move to the Main Building, just 90 degrees west of where you are."

"It won't be an easy infiltration. There are about seventeen soldiers around that building."

"I'd advise getting dressed as a proper soldier so you can appear as one of them to offset some of the difficulties."

She said, and Everlearn's hand reached out, grabbing the wall.

Golden claws tore out from the gloves he wore, anchoring to the walls, and like a lizard, he quickly climbed to a window.

It was tightly locked, but that wasn't of much concern.

His blade was drawn from the side of his coat, and he passed it into the gap, slicing off the handle.

The window was gently opened after that, and quietly, Everlearn slipped into the soldiers' quarters.

The room inside was not ordinary.

It was a very large room, containing a massive bed, a massive wardrobe, and by the bedside, a desk with beeping computers and monitors.

Everlearn immediately walked to the monitors and brought them online.

He tried to access them, but that wasn't simple.

The device was properly locked tight, and the only way in was to wipe everything off, which defeated the purpose.

One thing worked in his favor: the computer's lockscreen image. It showed a hefty man with a rugged, hardened face.

Everlearn smiled, and in the next moment, his hand clicked on his mask.

A light shone out, tracing the image on the screen, and in an instant, Everlearn's face changed.

The picture of the man with a scar transformed into that of a man with a hard look, successfully copying the face.

He headed to the wardrobe, bringing out a new pair of army uniforms and putting them on, along with the mask.

He looked no different from the man after dressing.

Like this, he had successfully become a soldier of the TCF.