Capítulo 837: Chapter 362: Idiot! Useless! Moron!

“They might be worried about causing a false alarm, right? The General has also stipulated that without solid evidence of enemy invasion, no random alarms should be sounded, as it would affect the guests on the island.” The team member analyzed.

“But there are no guests on the island now, only the General and his troops are here! Hurry! Immediately go to the surveillance room, inform those people to drive to a place with a signal, contact the General, report the situation, and sound the alarm!” The captain promptly issued the orders.

A group of people also immediately drove to the core area.

There’s no need to go to other places either; even if there’s a chance of having a signal nearby, they wouldn’t risk it because if the signal station over there has been destroyed, going there would be pointless and waste precious time.

The Gunman Team did not disappoint, continuously taking over and destroying the island’s signal stations and power stations, causing two-thirds of the island to go dark. Currently, only the core area has power and signal supply, but the security personnel there are too numerous for further infiltration.

The Hacker Brainstorm Team, upon seeing two-thirds of the area on the electronic topographic map turn into blue squares, signifying their occupied territories, generously praised: “You did well; you’ve excellently completed the tasks assigned by the organization!”

“Haven’t the Vault and database been found yet?” The Gunman Team was puzzled by this.

“Regrettably, despite our technical personnel conducting a carpet search, and even risking approaching the Leaf Greenhouse Area and Drug Packaging Area, the island’s money-storing vault and database machine room are yet to be found,” the Hacker Brainstorm Team also felt a bit regretful.

“Can we attempt to destroy the signal station and power station in the Central District?” the Gunman Team inquired.

“The armed forces in the Central District are too strong. The power equipment doesn’t appear on the map; it should be in the basement with independent power supply, and the database and machine room have discrete power and signal equipment.”

Having analyzed after conducting searches, the Hacker Brainstorm Team stated: “We initially guessed it was underwater supply, yet as you were acting, we deployed a submarine to circumnavigate the island but discovered no equipment, only sewer outlets and some water mines. This indicates the power station and signal station in the core area are still on the island and presumably in the basement.”

“There’s no way then; it looks like we can only let them sound the alarm, take precautions, and act according to the situation when the time comes.” The Gunman Team also felt helpless.

A curse slipped: “Assad this guy is truly cautious and meticulous, hiding the Vault so deeply; hardly any other island does this.”

“At least we now control two-thirds of the island’s territory. The opponent lacks power and signals on the perimeter; even deploying helicopters won’t easily spot our presence or pinpoint our position, yet we can continuously monitor their actions! Even if they prepare a sudden counterattack, we’ve already won!”

The Hacker Brainstorm Team didn’t worry about this, as they still held a trump card that hadn’t been played: the General Sect Leader’s Coastal Combat Ship.

In the past, faced with such thorny situations, they might have risked attempting to destroy underground power equipment in the core area and forcibly blast the Vault, switching from stealth theft to blatant robbery. Now they can not only rob openly but also defeat the opposition!

Meanwhile, the Mercenaries Team, upon driving to the Central District, discovered the communication devices had restored signal and immediately got off to send messages to the surveillance room security personnel, informing them the situation was highly urgent! The alarms need to be sounded at once, and the General notified!

Receiving the message, the surveillance room security personnel felt their hearts sink, a sense of helplessness creeping in. Despite being unprepared for this situation, they could only sound the alarms using a walkie-talkie and broadcast it throughout the island via loudspeaker.

“Attention!! Attention!! An enemy is attacking! An enemy is attacking! Please all armed organizations prepare for battle!! Enemy information unknown! Please prepare for combat immediately!!”

The sharp alarm blared instantly across the island; many mercenaries and desperadoes indulging in revelries in bars and dance halls froze, encountering such circumstances for the first time.

The Black people Haitian soldiers, patrolling in vehicles within the core area, jovially chatting, upon hearing the alarm and notification, immediately responded seriously, heading toward the central building.

Many technicians hidden around chose to conceal themselves, no longer venturing out into the open.

“Assad has emerged!!” Technicians in the gathering hall immediately reported to the organization, observing an old man descending from the second floor, covertly capturing the scene with hidden cameras.

“Is this Assad?”

The General Sect Leader, viewing the camera footage, saw the old man in camouflage uniform with white facial hair, appearing to be seventy or eighty years old, yet physically robust.

“What’s the situation? What’s happening!?”

Assad, his mood foul, descended the stairs sharply, seeing his gathered soldiers outside, immediately called his trusted Colonel, who managed the soldiers, to inquire: “Has an enemy intruded my island? Who are they?”