My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 481 - 313: The Tragedy of the Times_2

Chapter 481: Chapter 313: The Tragedy of the Times_2

Meng Lang glanced at Mr. Meng and sighed helplessly.

"You think too highly of me. If I really had the ability, I wouldn’t have brought back only two this time..."

"Acting!" Mr. Meng gave him a disdainful look.

"Be honest with me, what exactly is your relationship with them? How far has it progressed? Don’t worry, I’m definitely fully supporting you this time!"

"Cough! Don’t talk nonsense, we’re just ordinary neighbors!"

Discussing his romantic affairs in front of Mr. Meng made Meng Lang somewhat sheepish.

"Ordinary neighbors?" Mr. Meng’s expression turned odd.

Thinking about the phone call he had received earlier, he hesitated for a long time but finally couldn’t help but ask in a low voice.

"Are you sure... it’s just a neighborly relationship, and not one involving a wealthy woman and another wealthy woman?"

Meng Lang: "..."

Damn it! Elder Zhang!

Who was it that had vowed with certainty "not to mention this to Mr. Meng"?!

Even old men are this gossip-hungry?!

Seeing Meng Lang with a "caught-red-handed" expression, Mr. Meng, concerned that Meng Lang might be too embarrassed to face the situation, reassuringly patted him on the shoulder.

"Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mother about this.

I know that you’re doing this for the sake of our fellow villagers, to bring benefits to our village. It must be hard on you!

I was worried that you might have compromised your own principles because of this, but seeing these two girls today... I feel relieved!"

Meng Lang was speechless.

What do you mean ’you feel relieved’?

Do you think I would disgrace myself?

The money that benefits the village, that’s my own money, alright!

The kind I earned by standing on my own two feet!

Does every poor guy who gets rich have "dirty" money?

How sad! This is simply the tragedy of the times!

Witnessing Mr. Meng’s "understanding and supportive" face, Meng Lang deeply felt the truth of that saying.

A poor man doesn’t seek kin, a wealthy man doesn’t return to his hometown...

He rolled his eyes.

"Dad, thanks, but I don’t believe a single punctuation mark of your ’I won’t tell your mom’..."

"Uh..."

...

"Dada dada~"

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed through the small town in a foreign land.

A burst of bullets swept across, followed by a cloud of dust, several Central Asian faces, dressed in tattered clothes, screamed as they fell.

Pools of deep red seeped into the soil, making the dying sun seem even bloodier...

Watching this scene through his binoculars, listening to the faint wild laughter in the distance, Ning Shisan, camouflaged in desert fatigues and lying among the rocks, showed no change in expression.

War and peace are sometimes just on opposite sides of the same wall, yet they are two different worlds.

Having experienced such brutal battlefields, Ning Shisan cherished the peace he lived in even more...

It was only after a group of executioners, thugs armed with AKs, left the corpses behind and returned to the tallest building in the town they occupied that Ning Shisan withdrew behind a huge boulder and then took out the drones from his backpack to release them.

He pulled up a portable satellite antenna on his backpack and then took out a tablet, watching the drone surveillance feed grow clearer.

The swarm of drones first conducted high-altitude reconnaissance, very difficult to detect, mapping the entire town.

The image on the tablet soon changed and produced a high-definition map resembling satellite imagery.

As the drones continued their exploration, the simulated image of the town was enhanced area by area, finally presenting a realistic real-time 3D topographic map in front of Ning Shisan.

As night fell and visibility decreased, the drones daringly reduced their altitude to continue the reconnaissance, and the map in Ning Shisan’s hands became even more detailed.

"Hey, hey! Be careful, don’t let them spot you!" Ning Shisan, seeing the feed getting closer and closer, hurriedly cautioned.

There were at least 100 rebels in there; if discovered, it would be tough for him to escape.

[Rest assured, based on the current light intensity and the dynamic curve of the human eye’s maximum visual distance, our drones are still outside the observation range, with a probability of being detected lower than 0.14%.]

"Uh... by the way, are you using synthetic speech, or are you a real GM?"

Ning Shisan was truly curious and couldn’t help but voice the question in his heart.

Although Zero’s manner of speaking seemed indistinguishable from a real person, there were times when the choice of words and sentence structure would produce a subtle sense of discordance.

At least when humans normally talk, they don’t get down to the accuracy of one ten-thousandth...

[Sorry, your clearance is not sufficient!]

Ha! That line again...

[Beep! Preliminary investigation complete. Current intelligence summary as follows.

Most of the armed militants are concentrated in the red zone at the center of the town. Apart from the personnel indoors, the approximate number of militants observed is around 120.

A total of 5 outposts have been observed, 3 visible and 2 hidden, all of which have been marked on the map.

As the control distance of drones in urban terrains will be affected, it’s advisable to approach within 3 kilometers of the target for close-range reconnaissance.]

New prompts appeared on the panel.

In the map at that moment, the hazardous areas where armed personnel were active had been encircled with colors of varying levels of threat.

And all the armed personnel that had been scouted were marked with human-shaped wireframes... and these were being updated in real-time...

Ning Shisan tapped on the tablet, zooming in on the locations of the two hidden outposts that were marked, and expressed his surprise.

"I get how you found those regular outposts, but how did you spot these two hidden ones on the rooftops?"

Even with an overhead reconnaissance view, if you didn’t look carefully, you would never notice the two people hidden here.

"Within 10 minutes, they each moved once and twice respectively. By comparing the before and after images, it was easy to find out the discrepancies.

This principle is similar to the ’spot the difference’ games you play."

Ning Shisan: "..."

Damn high-tech!

It was like having a "live point map" at his fingertips!

Ning Shisan, who hadn’t seen much of the world, thought that this kind of sci-fi battlefield reconnaissance ability was something he had only seen in movies...

Putting aside his amazement, seeing that the militants occupying the town had started lighting bonfires and turned on their lighting equipment,

Ning Shisan carefully planned a route in his mind before he gathered his gear and stealthily entered the town through a damaged building.

The town had been through numerous wars and was now a place of ruins and desolation, with a depleted population.

The locals who could flee had already left the area, leaving behind some of the weak and helpless elders, women, and children, most of whom were controlled by the militants.

Thus, except for the central area occupied by the militants, the entire town resembled a ghost territory.

Finding a concealed room on the second floor to hide in, Ning Shisan entered "standby mode."

And the drones gained new space to operate, entering "urban warfare mode."

Although lacking military-grade night vision, to Zero who had already constructed a three-dimensional model of the entire town,

even the darkness of night was as clear as daylight...

...

At that moment, in the town center by a huge bonfire, dozens of armed men were roasting stolen lamb legs, laughing and joking loudly.

"Buzz~" A sound akin to the buzzing of bees filled the air.

An armed man on patrol turned his head, but the black shadow behind him had already flashed by, darting into a broken window nearby.

Inside a small building in the town center.

"Send the execution video we just recorded to the TV station, upload it to the internet. I want the whole world to know that our ’Frozen Soil’ organization’s holy war persists!"

The speaker was a man with a turban, a dark expression, and tattoos all over his body known as Big Beard.

"Yes, boss!"

Another militant immediately began working on a laptop computer.

Beside the computer lay some rather chaotic-looking electronic devices and satellite signal receivers.

The video was quickly uploaded to the internet and distributed to various major media outlets and TV stations, all executed with a practiced hand.

"Hahaha..."

Big Beard, watching the likes and curses filling the screen, couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

A few onlooking militants also raised their AKs high, their faces full of fervor as if celebrating some grand achievement.

However, they were blissfully unaware,

that just outside their window, shrouded in darkness, an electronic eye was trained on them...

[Low-level communication signal detected. Beginning infiltration...]