Arknights, reincarnated as a cat

Chapter 133 Going against the ancestor’s decision

In the military's temporary combat command room.

Colonel Blake was staring at the screen on the surveillance camera. On the screen was the surveillance image inside Rhine Life.

They used some tricks to hack these monitors without the Rhine Life Defense Department noticing.

Now, Black was watching the Vice President and his entourage heading to a certain campus of Rhine Life. To do this, they had to pass through another street next to the headquarters.

At the feet of the group, there is a high-energy stone gas pipeline.

"Sir! Their signal was received, the bomb... has been activated!"

"very good."

Blake pointed to the lit red button on the console, which was buckled under a transparent glass protective cover, signaling the soldier to open the protective cover.

The soldier obeyed the order and opened the protective cover, but when he looked at the red-glow button, cold sweat could not help but flow from his forehead.

He turned to his commander and asked hesitantly, "Sir...are you really going to detonate it?"

Blake glanced at the soldier, who had also participated in several battles as his subordinate. Now, on the soldier's face, he saw the kind of emotion that was only shown when the recruits went to the battlefield for the first time. Nervous and hesitant.

"Get off."

Blake pushed past the soldiers and sat in front of the console.

For this plan, both he and his superiors paid a huge price.

This red detonator is the most traditional mechanical structure, traditional and safe. It was specially produced to prevent premature detonation of the bomb by accidental contact.

Pressing this button requires a certain amount of strength and considerable courage.

He knew what his subordinate was hesitating about just now.

In addition to being nervous about assassinating the Vice President, the person who pushed the button would certainly be dealt with extremely harshly if it were revealed.

But he was not cowardly enough to let his men support him.

This is also the reason why he squeezes away his subordinates.

But when his fingers touched the red button, a cold feeling spread all over his body along his fingertips.

“*Colombian expletive*”

He cursed inwardly.

After a few seconds of ideological struggle, he made a major decision, even though this decision went against the original intentions of his family ancestors who had participated in the great pioneering and served in the military.

He pressed the button as hard as he had driven his sword into his enemy for the first time.

The surveillance footage began to vibrate, and Black saw that the Vice President and his entourage were all unsteady on their feet and were all trying to maintain their balance.

But that's all.

what happened?

Blake frowned. Judging from the surveillance footage, the bomb had indeed detonated, but why? There was no big explosion?

The expected explosion did not happen. He saw from the surveillance camera what the director of the ecological department and the vice president said, and then the group continued to follow her as if nothing was wrong.

There is no doubt that the final resort of this operation has failed.

The assassination attempt on the Vice President failed at this moment.

A feeling of irritability welled up in his heart. He didn't know whether he could survive under the hands of those big shots in the future, but for some reason, Blake felt a sense of joy in his heart.

"Operation failed, retreat!"

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in underground structures.

Ifrit watched as the dust generated by the explosion quickly shrank back before his eyes, and was finally squeezed into several large clods of dirt and thrown to the ground.

"Wow...when will I be able to achieve such an effect?"

After sighing, Ifrit immediately turned her head, turned on the flashlight, and began to check on the two people she knocked down.

"Hey! Are you two okay?"

Beside, two soldiers with gray hair and dirty faces coughed and got up from the ground.

Looking at the little girl in front of him who could easily knock down both of them, she looked spotless, as if she had not been affected by the explosion at all.

"You're still alive, ahem, kid, how do you do it... uh... be so spotless?"

"No comment!"

After confirming that the soldiers were not injured, Ifrit began to think about whether to knock the two men unconscious and drag them back, or to tie them with belts and let them walk back by themselves.

Just when Ifrit was thinking about how to deal with the two of them, the two soldiers looked at each other.

The two people, who have been partners for a long time, have a tacit understanding and can read each other's thoughts from each other's eyes.

(We are still alive, but the operation failed. Let’s run away first?)

(Of course! Just wait and see what I mean!)

As a result, the two people's acting skills came online. One of them suddenly showed a look of fear, and the other immediately raised his finger and pointed behind Ifrit.

Ifrit felt nothing about the situation behind her, no sound, no hostility.

But the expressions of the two of them are quite realistic and don't look fake.

In other words, there is a great terror behind him.

Ifrit broke out in a cold sweat. She didn't have time to think about it. She turned around suddenly and waved a flame behind her.

After the flames dissipated into the air, she realized there was nothing behind her.

After thinking for half a second, she realized that she had been tricked. When she looked back at the two people, they had already run away.

"How dare you play tricks on me! You two, stop!"

But how could the two veterans stop? Hearing Ifrit's somewhat frustrated screams, they ran faster.

But soon, both of them felt pain in their knees and both fell to the ground.

"Hey - my legs! My knees!"

The two veterans covered their legs and fell to the ground. The blue-haired Feilin walked out of the shadows quietly, picked up two thumb-sized steel balls from the ground and stuffed them into his pockets.

"Sister Monique!"

Ifrit, who was catching up from behind, also saw clearly who had intercepted the two veterans who had greased their soles, and said hello happily.

"Sister Monique, why are you here?"

Monique saw that Ifrit was fine, nodded slightly, and then put her hand under Ifrit's flashlight.

Ifrit saw that her palms still had black traces of old ash.

"I temporarily closed a few valves. Fortunately, I made it in time. Otherwise, the entire street above us would have been blown up. As for these two people, let the doctor contact the people from the Melander Foundation first."

When the two old veterans heard this, their faces were filled with despair.

The assassination of the Vice President is over.

I am afraid that after they are imprisoned, they will still see many of their former comrades.

After Monique shared the information with the doctor, she looked at the black ash on her hands with disgust. She frowned and wiped her hands vigorously on the old soldier Youzi. Her brows relaxed after she saw that they were wiped clean.

Then she took out her phone again, looked at the newly sent messages, and then said to Ifrit:

"Okay, Ifrit, just tie up these two people. Our mission has been completed. Texas has just booked a restaurant. She will pay for it today. Go get Rosemary and eat together."

Ifrit couldn't keep up with Monique's thoughts for a while. According to the knowledge the doctor taught her, she had to go back to report on her work after completing the task...

"Shouldn't we go back and write a report first?"

Ifrit scratched his head and said with some doubts.

"Tsk, what did the doctor teach you? This is wrong."

Monique said with a serious face. Ifrit's question reminded her of the days when she was still working in Casimir. At that time, she was working in the black-hearted organization of the Wuxia League and had no idea what normal work was like.

That is, she often starts to compile action reports immediately after finishing her work. By the time she is done, it is often past the time to get off work.

Ifrit is still a child, and she doesn't want to see her child become like this.

"Now, we have got off work, and we will wait until we get to work in the afternoon to report on our work."