Cold breeze whistled softly through the high canopy of the pine forest, but neither Chen Ying nor Yang Muchen felt the chill of the alpine night.
Guided by the crisp, three-dimensional tactical radar grid active behind Chen Ying's eyes, they moved through the pitch-black wilderness like silent phantoms. Their boots glided across the damp floor of pine needles and soft moss without snapping a single dry twig or dislodging a loose stone.
Eighty meters northeast of Team A's campsite, two bright red blips on Chen Ying's internal System map slowed their pace, dropping low as they descended into a narrow, granite-lined gully.
The two infiltrators were moving in strict military formation, their faces concealed behind dark balaclavas as they held low-profile, silenced sidearms close to their chests. They utilized the deep shadows cast by the surrounding granite boulders, attempting to bypass the show's outer camera grid and establish a forward observation point overlooking the plateau.
