Upon seeing the first prompt, excitement surged within Arthur's heart! In this place, the Disassembler was undeniably his greatest reliance, and his strength entirely stemmed from it.
However, when he glimpsed the second prompt, Arthur's mouth twitched slightly.
Military attire… could that even be disassembled?
What would one get after disassembling it? Linen?
However, now was not the time to ponder the upgraded functions of the Disassembler. After receiving the military attire from the Little Beard Squad, Special Agent Carter, spoke up, "Let's reiterate the operational plan! After changing into military attire, we will infiltrate the enemy camp separately. Each person must carefully memorize the patrol points marked on the map, avoiding encounters with enemy patrols as much as possible. Of course, if luck is not on our side and we do encounter them, these outfits will provide us with the utmost protection! Just remember… stay relaxed! Do not expose your identity."
Arthur was taken aback. Agent Carter had mentioned it before, but at that time, Arthur was preoccupied with the issue of going to the restroom and didn't pay attention. So, this was the kind of infiltration they were dealing with!
Although instinctively considering the separate infiltration method as too risky, upon second thought, even if four people stuck together, in the midst of hundreds of enemies, once exposed, four people were no different from one.
Thinking a bit darker, solo action allowed for the possibility of preserving others even if one person was exposed.
It could even cause confusion, possibly luring out the enemy's commander.
Of course, if captured, the remaining people should escape promptly.
Torture, for the most part, was unbearable.
Anyway, Arthur pondered, if he were captured, there was no need for the enemy to beat him; he would spill everything he knew.
"Alright, let's start changing clothes!"
Agent Carter spoke again.
Arthur stared in astonishment at Agent Carter. Was she that audacious? Changing clothes in front of everyone?
Before his mind could process any abnormal scenes, he saw Agent Carter, bluntly and directly, put on the original military attire under the Little Beard Squad's uniforms.
Arthur watched in disbelief, and Agent Carter glanced at him, saying, "Your expression seems to be telling me that you're expecting something."
"…I think everyone had the same expectations just now."
Arthur glanced at the soldier and the sergeant.
Agent Carter's gaze also turned to the two, as they put on their clothes, the sergeant saying, "Hurry up, move fast. Find the target, eliminate the target, and then we retreat quickly. Time waits for no one; we must take out the enemy commander before midnight!"
"…"
Arthur rolled his eyes and started putting on his clothes.
Layer after layer of clothing was put on, not feeling very comfortable. After helping each other with adjustments, at least there seemed to be no flaws on the surface.
The map was placed in front of everyone for memorization.
Arthur originally thought he wouldn't remember, but surprisingly, after just two glances, he managed to recall everything.
His brain had never been this sharp before!
He pondered, it seemed that the enhancements from the Battle Soul were not only limited to physical attributes but possibly also extended to memory and even mental capabilities.
Unfortunately, since arriving in this world less than a day ago, it had been either fighting or traveling, and now they were embarking on stealth missions. There had been no time to thoroughly study his Disassembler.
Otherwise, he might have had a deeper understanding of these things.
Ready for action, the sergeant gave Arthur and the others a final glance, then spoke, "Good luck, and go!"
The four of them left the tent, heading in different directions.
A cold wind blew, and Arthur shivered.
Saying it was one thing, but actually doing it was another. Even though he repeatedly told himself to stay calm, composed, and not nervous, he couldn't help but feel nervous. His entire body was filled with an indescribable tremor, whether it was fear or excitement.
Finally, taking a deep breath, he made an effort to recall the various details on the map, and gradually, his mindset calmed down.
Suddenly, footsteps approached from the front, marching in an orderly fashion with a distinct rhythm, instantly shattering Arthur's calm demeanor.
He watched as a patrol team appeared in front of him. Recalling Agent Carter's advice to avoid encounters with enemy patrols, he couldn't help but feel the irony of his current situation.
However, when the patrol passed by without even glancing at him, Arthur realized the significance of the military attire he was wearing— it was like a talisman!
Fortunately, he didn't do anything reckless in his nervousness; otherwise, it could have raised suspicion among the enemies, leading to an investigation and the potential exposure of his disguised American military uniform, jeopardizing the entire mission.
With a sigh of relief, Arthur began wandering aimlessly within the enemy camp, searching for the target but finding no clues. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
After checking several places without a sign of the enemy commander, Arthur felt frustrated.
Seeing no one around, he lifted a tent flap, initially intending to find a place to take a break and possibly enhance himself. However, as he entered, he unexpectedly came face to face with a military officer.
Arthur was dumbfounded; he hadn't expected to find someone here.
The officer on the other side was equally surprised. The two stared at each other wide-eyed, perhaps because Arthur's expression was a bit exaggerated.
The officer suddenly realized the situation was not good and instinctively reached for the weapon at his waist.
"Fuck!"
A life-and-death situation arose unexpectedly! For Arthur, there was no choice at this moment. Almost without thinking, he charged towards the officer.
With astonishing speed, in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the officer just as the latter's hand reached for his pistol.
The next moment, Arthur forcefully tackled the officer to the ground!
At this moment, Arthur had no knowledge of any fighting techniques, and even if he did, it wouldn't matter. It was now a contest of pure strength!
The officer struggled to push Arthur's body away, but Arthur remained unmoved.
A body strengthened by Battle Soul was incredibly powerful! With one hand tightly covering the officer's mouth and nose, preventing him from calling for help, Arthur controlled the officer's struggling hands while pressing his body against the officer's legs, rendering the latter's futile attempts to move.
Stalemate!
As the confrontation reached its climax, the officer's eyes started to roll back. Arthur hesitated for a moment.
To kill or not to kill?
But it was just a momentary hesitation. This was a battlefield, and the innocence of an otaku was of no use here. The only rule for survival was simple— kill or be killed!
With determination, Arthur's eyes turned red, and instead of loosening his grip, he tightened it even more.
Until finally, the enemy officer, without mounting any effective struggle, succumbed to Arthur's suffocation in the tent!
Seeing the motionless figure, completely lifeless, Arthur got off the officer, sat on the ground, and mumbled, "This is much harder than playing a stealth game."
(End of this chapter)