However, this is a secret base after all, and a very professional militarized base at that.
Nothing unexpected happened to him, so the possibility of him winning them all is not very high.
As long as a critical situation occurs in the base's safety regulations, the possibility of the base self-destructing is extremely high.
There should be more than one monitoring room for security measures. Regular security reporting is a basic rule. It should be impossible to deceive the guards inside all the time.
Luke couldn't help scratching his head: there were too few teammates he could trust.
In this case, numbers are the best way to solve the problem.
If he had five or more strong teammates, he would have an 80% chance of taking the base intact.
If there are ten teammates, the chance of success is at least 90%.
But the prerequisite is that these teammates must be reliable, not only in terms of combat effectiveness, but also in terms of character.
Otherwise, if you retreat or hesitate at the last minute, you may lose everything.
Therefore, teammates are not something that can be found casually. Bad teammates can even kill God.
After so many modifications, it finally got completely dark.
Luke felt his way towards the entrance he had already identified.
It was a dam at the outlet of Lake Alkali. There was a small road near the shore leading to a large iron gate at one end of the dam.
No one had entered or left here in the previous hour, but judging from the situation on the road and the surroundings, vehicles were frequently entering and leaving the big iron gate.
As long as you take action, it will leave traces.
A base cannot be completely hidden in any way, at least daily food and supplies cannot be lacking.
For example, Luke doesn't believe that people here don't use toilet paper, unless all the guards are Indians... Well, pure.
The area within a hundred meters around the big iron gate had been cleared and there was no cover. Luke did not intend to take any risks and could only observe from a hundred meters away.
Multiple surveillance cameras around the iron gate, as well as the smell of vehicles, supplies, and people once again confirmed his speculation.
Luke did not rush into action.
As he experienced more and more things, his mentality became more and more stable.
I always felt a sense of urgency when I was trying to improve my scores in the past, but now I think that was actually a wrong kind of impatience.
The experience points were there, and being anxious would not earn him any more. Instead, it might cause the death of innocent people, and he didn't like such an outcome.
There was no light at the iron gate, only the red light on the surveillance camera proved that the entrance was under strict surveillance.
The terrain of the dam also does not allow for more imports and exports.
Apart from this big door, there is only a small door on the other side.
But Luke wasn't going to choose that side.
There must be more monitoring instruments in that small door that are difficult to avoid, so this main entrance and exit has more room for maneuver.
Suddenly, Luke perked up and retreated quietly.
A drone in the sky suddenly sent a message that a car was coming towards the dam.
Driving to the wilds of Canada at this hour of night was definitely not for a ride.
Two black SUVs were guarding a large box truck in the front and back, and it didn't look like they were here to deliver daily necessities.
The invisible Luke rushed from the roadside to the bottom of the truck, attached his hands and feet to the chassis, and moved a few steps to the right position under the front of the truck.
A thin wire stretched out from the palm of the armor, drilled into the gap under the front of the car, quickly found the data cable, and quickly input a string of code.
Luke jumped out from the side of the truck again and landed lightly on the grass by the roadside.
It took him less than twenty seconds to get under the truck and out.
The truck remained stable until it came within a hundred meters of the big iron gate. Luke then activated a small program that had just been implanted in the vehicle's driving system.
Suddenly, the truck ran out of the small road and into the wasteland on the side of the road without turning or braking at a small downhill bend.
After a few seconds, the truck finally stopped in a slightly sunken mud pit.
The two SUVs reacted quickly and braked almost immediately. A total of eight people got out of the car, all wearing black combat uniforms and a full set of equipment that Luke was very familiar with.
In fact, Luke had already heard the other party’s warning and request for help in his earphone.
He still did not move, but returned to the grove and watched everything silently.
Eight combatants were guarding the truck. One of them whispered to the truck driver for several minutes, and finally chose to ask for help helplessly: "Eagle's Nest Eagle's Nest, the express truck has a problem and cannot be started. Please send other vehicles to transfer the package."
Five minutes after this communication, a large truck similar to the one in the mud pit drove out from the open iron gate and drove over.
More than a dozen combatants were dispatched with him.
After they met up with the eight combatants from before, they opened the rear door of the large truck in the mud pit and carried out the fixed brackets one by one.
On each bracket there is a super-powered person with his limbs, head, neck, chest and abdomen bound, and without exception they are all in a coma.
In less than ten minutes, the six people on the truck were transferred to the new truck.
After closing the rear door of the truck, the guard at the front gestured to the driver to drive quickly into the base, while the others remained on high alert of the surroundings.
At this moment, in a bungalow somewhere in Washington, a white man in his forties wearing a casual jacket was walking around the living room with a mobile phone in his hand, frowning and asking, "Are you sure it's just a car malfunction?"
On the phone screen, a woman in black leather jacket and pants said, "Yes, and this Mercedes-Benz had the same problem at the end of last year."
The middle-aged man was stunned: "Is this true? How come I don't know about it?"
Leather jacket woman: "Because the car had problems in the base garage, Mercedes-Benz customer service said afterwards that it was only the vehicle's intelligent suspension control system that needed to be updated."
Middle-aged man: "And then?"
Leather Woman: "Logistics sent the truck to update the program."
The middle-aged man waited for a few seconds: "No more?"
Woman in leather jacket: "They said there was no oil leak, and at most they would send the vehicle for maintenance twice more."
The middle-aged man looked unhappy: "Damn capitalists, such an expensive car still has problems, they should all be sent in as experimental materials."
Having said that, he was very clear in his mind.
If he really offends the other party, the most likely possibility is that he will be sent to the operating table by his subordinates as experimental material.
This is the power of money and power combined. All his power comes from being a big man who possesses these two powers.
The boss can give him power, but of course he can also take it back.
Although the big boss behind him is not from Mercedes-Benz, but in the exchange of interests, dealing with him is just a bonus at most.
Thinking of this, he felt even more depressed.
Moreover, he had just received a call from the person above him not long ago, indicating that a "colleague" in Group B was doing a good job. The middle-aged man knew the subtext of this.
His superiors were somewhat dissatisfied with the resources he spent and the results he achieved.
If it weren't for the fact that the guy in Group B had a somewhat biased research direction that didn't meet the needs of the big shot to transform himself, I would have nothing to do with this Group A project.