Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1199: Chapter 693: One Last Battle (Part 3)

At this moment, the little girl named Xiao Xia returned to Lower Fourth District with her parents. She approached Xiao Shan and whispered, “Uncle, I’m sorry. I misunderstood you before.”

She thought she would never get a chance to say this apology.

Luckily, everyone hadn’t lost everything.

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The Fourth District, the elite unit composed of spies has arrived.

Qing Chen watched the two buildings ahead from afar: “It’s still uncertain which building hides Jindai Chika. Don’t spread out the forces. Follow me inside to search.”

“Be alert. There is also a security team beside Jindai Chika, the number currently unknown. If any suspicious person is found inside the building, shoot immediately. Trust no one, even if they are women or children. Both buildings have been swept by the rat tide. No ordinary people could survive. Proceed.”

With that, the elite unit followed Qing Chen, first searching the shorter building.

Qing Chen led at the forefront like the arrowhead of the breakthrough formation, with everyone else following to complete the room searches, leaving no blind spots across cabinets, under beds, and ceilings.

However, one hour later, everyone confirmed that there was no target in the building.

“Rest for 15 minutes, and continue to search the other building,” Qing Chen said.

Yet another hour passed, and to their astonishment, they discovered there was no target in either building.

Qing Chen recalled his observations of the building’s façade and measurements and calculated the interior dimensions…

At first, he thought this building was “building within a building”: the outer construction occupies 1500 square meters, but the interior is only 1300 square meters per floor, with 200 square meters hidden in secret passages.

Many spy safe houses are constructed this way, making it hard to detect.

But after Qing Chen did the calculations, he found that neither of these buildings had such a situation.

He didn’t say much, instead decisively led the spy bureau team to retreat.

Qing Yi curiously asked, “Sir, could it be that Jindai Chika has already left?”

The spies didn’t dare to speak now; who would question their new boss out of idle curiosity? Such words could only come from the more familiar Qing Yi.

Qing Chen maintained a calm expression without speaking, just leading the team out.

Only after they all moved 300 meters away from the building did Qing Chen suddenly say, “No mistake, it’s here.”

“If I were Jindai Chika, where would I choose as my hiding place, what would I need to guard against?” Qing Chen said, “I need to guard against the rat tide’s attack. I need to hide until the rat tide matures, reaching the containment criteria for Taboo ACE-022. I must… I must prevent bombarding by insane corporations in the city!”

In this City No. 10, Qing Chen had seen a place that could avoid piercing missiles and cruise missiles: Caramel Bar, 50 to 80 meters underground, Lao Shen’s data vault. Outside that seemingly simple data vault were all shock-resistant alloy, sound-proof structures!

Qing Yi had said to cover Lao Shen’s evacuation, but Lao Shen had said he didn’t need to leave at all.

That was Lao Shen’s pride. If the place storing the spy bureau’s original data could be easily broken through by rats and pierced by missiles, then the spy bureau might as well not exist.

The safety measures of that safe house could even supply oxygen independently for a month, capable of protecting against gas bombs.

Therefore, if this building contained such a safe house, everything could be explained.

Qing Chen said, “I suspected there were hidden cameras in that building just now, so didn’t say much. However, I observed the fingerprint marks where the elevator shaft on the first floor seemed to have been pried open by someone manually.”

Qing Chen didn’t rashly open the elevator shaft then because he couldn’t know what kind of countermeasures were inside.

Such a safe house most likely has only one way in and out; attacking would mean certain death, but the people inside have to come out sooner or later.

Qing Yi asked, “Could there be a passage connecting this safe house to the sewer? Should I go with people to guard the sewer outlets to prevent them from escaping underground?”

“Yes, go guard it, be careful of the rats,” Qing Chen said.

Qing Chen gestured, and the 30-person team immediately dispersed, arriving at optimal concealed combat positions.

Qing Chen sat in the shadows behind the buildings. He knew what he should do most now and who his target was.

Unless Jindai Chika is dead, he wouldn’t leave here.

There’s still one more battle.

The final confrontation.

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In the sewer, a gray-eyed, black-skinned rat had already gathered with hundreds of fellow rats next to the Rat King.

The Rat King lay in the dirty water of the wide sewer, its body as burly as a hill, almost filling the sewer.

It kept feeding, continually stuffing meat into its mouth with its claws.

The gray-eyed, black-skinned rat carrying a human hand slowly approached, and as the Rat King extended its claws to take the human hand from the rat’s mouth, the rat leaped onto the Rat King’s arm, jumping all the way to the Rat King’s hind neck.

The Rat King tried to control it to stop, but found the gray-eyed, black-skinned rat completely uncontrollable!

The rat’s eyes seemed to have maggots writhing inside. With a bite on the Rat King’s neck, the plump Queen Ant in its belly emerged from its mouth, squeezing through the Rat King’s flesh into its body.

The Queen Ant reached the Rat King’s spine, hundreds of thin white tentacles extended from its white body, piercing into the vertebrae, binding them tightly together.