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[Mission Briefing]

Operation: HELLFIRE

Mission Objective: Infiltrate and destroy Reactors 1 and 2 of the Three Mile River Nuclear Power Plant in Pennsylvania.

Executing Unit: CIA Special Operations Division (SAD) / SOG

Operator: Echo-1

Mission Background: Pennsylvania declares independence and accepts military aid from Dragon Nation. To deter other secessionist forces, the federal government decides to adopt a scorched earth policy, creating a controlled nuclear leak to force Dragon Nation's withdrawal and undermine Pennsylvania's will to resist.

ROE (Rules of Engagement): Absolutely free. Use any means necessary to achieve mission objectives. Operation must be disguised as sabotage by extremists within Pennsylvania.

[Flashback: SAD Briefing Room, Langley, Virginia]

In the dim room, only the projector's beam drew a beam of light in the air, illuminating the huge nuclear power plant structure diagram on the wall.

General Ghost's voice was cold and hoarse, like two pieces of sand rubbing against each other.

"...Your mission, 'Echo-1', is to infiltrate the Sanlihe Nuclear Power Plant and place these 'little treasures' at key points in the cooling systems of Reactors 1 and 2."

He pointed to two suitcases on the table, which contained specially made C4 plastic explosives and high-precision time fuses.

"Remember, we don't want a complete explosion. That would be too obvious."

He used a baton to point at a model of the reactor pressure vessel.

"What we want is an 'accident'. A slow but irreversible core meltdown caused by 'mismanagement' and 'aging equipment'. We want that land to become a barren wasteland within the next 100 years."

Agent Alex Mason, codenamed "Echo-1", listened quietly, his face expressionless.

As the CIA's top SOG agent, he has carried out countless "black operations" that are not worthy of public display.

Assassination, kidnapping, subversion of the regime... his hands are already stained with blood.

But this time, the nature of the mission still made him feel a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

Destroying their own country's land and sacrificing millions of compatriots.

Is this really "defending the country"?

But a soldier's duty is to obey.

He suppressed all the doubts and anxieties in his heart, picked up the suitcase, and answered in a steady voice.

"Mission received, sir."

[Operation Begins: Susquehanna River, Pennsylvania, D-Day, 21:00 PM]

The cold rain cut through the night sky like a sharp blade.

Alex Mason lay on a hillside two kilometers away from the Sanlihe Nuclear Power Plant. The cold mud and water soaked his ghillie suit, making him feel like a dying loach.

He used a high-powered night-vision telescope to observe the giant steel beast that was looming in the rainstorm.

The two huge cooling towers, like two silent giants, spewed white steam into the sky in the darkness, blending with the dark rain clouds to form a depressing picture full of doomsday feeling.

A high barbed wire fence was erected around the nuclear power plant, and the beams of searchlights swept back and forth in the rain like sharp swords. Every fifty meters, there was a patrol post composed of the Pennsylvania National Guard and workers' "militia".

"Aerie, this is Echo-1, arriving at observation point. Repeat, arriving at observation point."

Mason whispered a report to the rear command center through the encrypted bone conduction headset.

"Echo-1, Eagle's Nest received. Satellite infrared scans indicate significant heat activity in the target area, and the number of patrols is 30% higher than expected. They appear to be increasing their vigilance."

The voice from the command center came from an RC-135 reconnaissance plane hovering above the high-altitude clouds.

"As expected." Mason's tone was calm.

He knew that after the federal army arrived at the city, Pennsylvania would inevitably make nuclear power plants, such strategic targets, the focus of its defense.

"Also, we've detected unidentified, non-U.S.-made radar activity in the target area. It's very faint, but it's there. It could be an early warning system deployed by the Dragons. Be careful."

"Got it." Mason turned off the communication and began to carefully plan his infiltration route.

Forcing your way in is tantamount to suicide.

He had to float in silently like a real ghost.

The infiltration point he chose was a drainage channel on the east side of the nuclear power plant.

It is a blind spot for searchlights and surveillance, and is also the place most easily overlooked by patrol teams.

Under the cover of the rain, he slid down the hillside silently like a civet cat, crossed a muddy cornfield, and came to the icy river.

He sealed two suitcases of explosives, strapped them to his back, took a deep breath, and dived into the murky river.

The underwater world is dark and cold.

Relying on the faint light displayed by the waterproof tactical computer on his wrist and his strong sense of direction, he swam towards the entrance of the drainage channel.

The huge water pressure and the icy cold river water continued to consume his physical strength, but he still moved towards his goal firmly like a silent crocodile.

More than ten minutes later, he finally touched the cold metal grille of the drainage ditch.

He pulled a pair of miniature hydraulic shears from his tactical vest and, with almost no sound, cut the chains of the grille.

Then, like a slippery eel, he slipped into the narrow pipe filled with stench and mud.

It was pitch black inside the pipe, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Mason turned on his night vision goggles, and a green world appeared before his eyes.

He endured the disgusting smell and the humiliation of crawling in the mud, and moved forward bit by bit into the interior of the nuclear power plant.

It took him half an hour to crawl through this pipe, which was less than 500 meters long.

When he finally emerged from another exit of the pipe in an abandoned maintenance room, he was covered in black, foul-smelling mud, like a demon crawling out of hell.

But he didn't have time to clean himself up.

He listened vigilantly to the movements outside, and only after confirming that it was safe did he begin the second step of the plan - paralyzing the internal security system.

He went to a ventilation duct in the maintenance room and took out a small, spider-like robot.

He placed the robot into the ventilation duct, and then remotely controlled the little guy through the tactical computer on his wrist, guiding it through the maze-like duct.

The task of this spider robot is to find the cable well below the main server of the security center, and then attach a miniature high-frequency jammer to the main data transmission cable.

The process was far more thrilling than imagined. The ventilation ducts were filled with infrared and sound wave sensors.

Mason had to concentrate fully and control the spider robot with an extremely slow and precise posture to avoid one invisible death trap after another.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his heartbeat was clearly audible in the silent maintenance room.

"Damn it!" While dodging a suddenly started rotating fan blade, one of the spider robot's legs accidentally touched an electric wire, emitting a faint spark.

The alarm in the control center instantly emitted a shrill beep!

"Abnormal energy fluctuations have been detected in the ventilation ducts of Area B! Send someone to check immediately!" A Pennsylvania militiaman shouted loudly in the security center.

Mason's heart sank.

He knew that he was exposed.