Chapter 1612
Chapter 1612 The Cool Wynter
At the moment Wynter initiated the action, Wolf immediately hit the enter key, and all the Special Unit's members lurking in Valen Village lifted their gaze.
The maintenance workers were no longer just workers. They transformed into snipers capable of assembling long guns from the parts in their toolboxes.
The college students, who had been camping, had quietly moved on, and the villagers didn't pay much attention to their absence. Little did they know that although these individuals weren't heading toward the facility, they were the most dangerous of all.
Their movements were swift and precise, like a pack of wolves hidden in the night. They would strike with deadly accuracy.
Immediately afterward, Wynter made a quick signal in sign language, instructing Wolf to cut the communication channels of the guards' radios.
Without hesitation, Wolf extinguished four red dots and implanted a small program to disrupt their
communications.
Wynter lowered her gaze and, upon reaching "three", suddenly sprang into action, her speed so swift that the four men engaged in casual conversation barely had time to react. The one closest to her was sent flying to the ground. The remaining three cursed under their breath, grabbing their electric batons. To them, Wynter was clearly asking for trouble!
But before they could close in, Wynter seized one of the men's arms, using his momentum to perform a sideways flip. With a sharp crack, the sound of a bone breaking echoed throughout the dimly lit space.
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The man who had been knocked down couldn't even get back on his feet. His head lolled to the side as he lost consciousness.
The last man standing, Santiago Bridson, had his eyes wide with panic, realizing he was in deep trouble. "Police! The police had infiltrated..."
He tried to signal for help, but unbeknownst to him, his words came out as nothing more than garbled static. He was desperate to flee this place, convinced that Wynter was some sort of supernatural force. After all, they had encountered the police before, but none had ever taken down three men in an instant. He needed to warn someone! But of course, Wynter wouldn't allow him to escape. Santiago was sorely mistaken for thinking he was far enough away to be out of reach. With a swift kick, she swept her leg and sent an electric baton flying straight into his lower back.
In an instant, all four guards were sprawled on the ground, incapacitated. To minimize the noise, Wynter used one hand to drag the last fallen man back.
Seeing this scene, all the girls knew they had hope for rescue. Although fear still gripped them, they began to assist Wynter in ensuring the situation was under control.
They understood that there were still patrols outside, and they needed to make sure these men couldn't make any noise.
As Wynter dragged the last man back and found the girls moving with determination, she didn't waste any time addressing them. "What you ate and drank contained drugs. You won't be able to metabolize them quickly. Who among you can run right now?"
The girls shook their heads. Even standing up required immense effort, let alone running.
"I have already observed this place when we arrived. There's a medical supply room to the left. They wouldn't think you would hide there. After I leave, you all need to move there slowly," Wynter instructed.
As she spoke, Wynter used her fingers to acupressure each girl, providing a detoxification effect. While it wouldn't completely eliminate the drugs in their systems, it would at least enable them to move more easily.
Taking them with her to complete a rescue operation was unrealistic for two reasons. Firstly, the girls' safety couldn't be guaranteed. Secondly, she wouldn't be able to rescue more people without confronting the situation directly.
The girls were eager to be saved immediately, but they understood that there were too many people outside, and one person alone couldn't lead them to safety.
Even in their desperation, they didn't pressure Wynter. Instead, they nodded in agreement to whatever she suggested.