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After a while, the assistant adjusted the equipment, and the five or six pairs of black-rimmed glasses placed side by side on the table suddenly lit up briefly.

The assistant picked up a pair and handed them to Xiaomeng, then put one on herself.

Xiaomeng saw a detailed 3D map through her glasses.

This money was well spent. This security system was only recently implemented; it's installed on the black trucks at the back of the convoy.

After the team building activity began, the black truck was parked a kilometer away, waiting for them.

In the event of this emergency, five or six drones equipped with far-infrared cameras were released from the cargo bay on the top of the truck and quietly observed and recorded the situation in mid-air.

Miniature drones carrying infrared cameras were released into the air, and combined with signal receiving systems, radar, and terrain simulation systems carried by trucks on the ground, a simulated scene was created on the computer.

Having this system is like having a god-like perspective when playing a game.

That's why Xiaomeng's security captain was able to find out what happened immediately.

At this moment, the screens on Xiaomeng's glasses have already marked the locations of all the living people on site.

Xiaomeng saw a small group of people gathered behind a wall near the front door. Outside the front door, a dozen or so people were slowly encircling them, occasionally firing a heat-generating grenade, leaving faint bright streaks in the infrared camera footage.

Xiao Meng was completely stunned, her eyes wide with surprise as she looked around. What was going on? Was she still in China? Where did all these firearms come from?

Seeing her reaction, Uncle Tang, who was sitting on the sofa next to her, picked up the last pair of glasses on the table and put them on his nose.

Xiao Meng's driver and bodyguard, Master Bi, also received a pair of glasses. After carefully studying the footage, he quietly comforted Xiao Meng, "Miss, it's alright, it's a small matter. I counted, there are only forty or fifty people on the other side. Although they have firearms, we also have... it's easy to handle. If those little guys can't be dealt with for a while, we have enough manpower to ensure everyone leaves safely."

Uncle Tang was also surprised when he saw the map with bright spots inside the glasses. "What kind of treasure is this? Isn't this military equipment?"

Xiaomeng was still a little confused, but she still answered him habitually, "No, they're all civilian equipment, purchased online by the security company, very cheap." It's just that the virtual imaging system was designed at a high price, and the large computer server on the vehicle was also a bit expensive.

Uncle Tang was only surprised for a moment before his attention was drawn to the scene at the front gate. His nephew's side was clearly being suppressed. They were blocked behind a wall and couldn't even show their faces.

It was clear that they would be caught soon. Uncle Tang was getting anxious. "What should we do with Xiao Lun? Quickly, get him to the back! What if he gets hurt?"

"Terrorist saboteurs, they must be foreign saboteurs who have infiltrated. What should we do? Do you have any weapons?"

He looked around, his brow furrowed.

Those of them who knew the situation made very little noise, speaking in hushed tones. Most of the other tourists and their staff were unaware of the details. Everyone was a little nervous, but their emotions remained relatively stable. They were all ordinary people. Would these people have weapons? Even if they did, could they fight back? Clearly not.

Xiaomeng waved her hand, "Uncle, don't worry. We have some unconventional weapons. We've already called the police and they should be applying for authorization by now."

"Request permission? What permission?" Seeing Xiaomeng's composure, Uncle Tang was very curious about what kind of trump card she had up her sleeve.

Xiaomeng didn't answer, and even looked away to look at Master Bi, "Right, Master Bi, is the process finished?"

Master Bi listened to the communicator in his ear for a while, then said, "Alright, you've got temporary access, right? Okay, let's get started, or things might change."

Xiaomeng heard the security captain's voice on the communicator respond with a slightly excited tone.

……

Tang Yulun was a little panicked. Although he told people on the phone not to panic, he himself was extremely anxious. Despite his family's wealth, he had never been kidnapped in his entire life. He never imagined that going to work would lead to a terrorist attack.

But when you're out in the game, you can't be a coward, especially if you're in a leadership position. You have to act confident and composed, otherwise you'll be finished.

The five or six leaders who were on the tour had come to check on the situation. They used several local phrases to communicate with the other side.

But the other side seemed only interested in capturing them, offering no communication and simply pressing closer. They were pinned behind a wall, and none of them dared to peek out.

One of the directors, surnamed Lin, suddenly remembered something and slapped his thigh. "Damn it, these people clearly want to take us hostage. It's similar to what happened a few years ago. Quick, District Chief Tang, request support from the armed forces. There's no room for negotiation here; we can only try our best to ensure everyone's safety."

After saying that, he told the staff around him to run to the back quickly and directed everyone in the area to find space to hide.

These leaders couldn't retreat, so they could only hide, shouting as they slowly backed away to attract the bandits' attention.

Holding his phone, Xiao Tang directly called the head of the armed forces department, requesting armed support. The person on the other end was also quite surprised. However, in a border city, anything could happen, and the other party was prepared, agreeing without hesitation.

Tang Yulun was still struggling to retreat when he suddenly heard a buzzing sound coming from afar.

Then I heard a few snapping sounds, and the other party suddenly quieted down for a moment before shouting loudly again.

"District Chief Tang, look! Reinforcements are here! Drones are here! Look!" Director Lin, the boldest of the group, had already stuck his head out and shouted excitedly.

Seeing that he was alright, Xiao Tang leaned against the wall and looked outside.

It's true; those thugs who were so arrogant before, shooting at them, are now dodging attacks from the sky.

I don't know what weapons those small drones were carrying. They didn't make much noise, but dozens of them were flying around the field, making it impossible to defend against them.

Within minutes, no one in that area could stand up straight anymore; many people were covered in blood from being shot by weapons and lay on the ground groaning.

After confirming that all the bandits had lost their fighting ability, the drone swarm took off and left, leaving behind only a pile of "defective products".

Xiao Tang and the others were stunned. Things had developed too quickly. Before they could react, the bandits were all on the ground, and they didn't even know who had helped them.

I called back to ask the armed forces department, and they said their aid convoy was still on its way and wouldn't arrive for another five or six minutes.

"Director Zhang said he's still on his way. What do we do now?" Xiao Tang hung up the phone, still clutching a water pipe tightly in his hand, though he couldn't bear to look at the bloodstains outside. He asked with some worry. He felt that even the dogfights he watched back then weren't this bloody.

What should we do next? He really had no experience in handling this. "Should we go out and tie him up? What if he's faking his death? Should we go over and finish him off?"

The man was so panicked that he started talking nonsense, but because his voice didn't tremble, his colleagues looked at him with cruel eyes, thinking he really dared to go up and finish him off.

The section chief below, still somewhat shaken, said in a trembling voice, "Let's not do it now. Let's wait for the comrades from the Armed Forces Department to arrive. We shouldn't overstep our authority. Yes, we don't have the authority to handle this matter, let's wait."

But Director Lin had already gone outside, seemingly cowardly but actually quite bold, carefully approaching a thug who was only exhaling and not inhaling, and using a water pipe to turn the man over to examine him. He couldn't see clearly after just one turn, so he had to turn him over again and again to look at him.

Xiao Tang felt it was a bit cruel. He could only look up at the sky and ask, "Director Lin, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this bad guy?"

Director Lin's eyes lit up as he looked at it. "Hey, it's not an open wound. It's different from a regular bullet wound. It's probably from an electromagnetic gun."

Electromagnetic gun? Upon hearing the word "electromagnetic gun," the group stopped being afraid and stood behind Director Lin, peering at the bandit. "Old Lin, have you ever seen a real gunshot wound? How do you know?"

"How could I not have seen it? I'm a genuine Laoshan native. I've seen plenty when I was in the army, of course I know."

"My apologies, my apologies, but I salute the hero." Little Tang was incredibly timid, holding a water pipe in one hand and gripping the old comrade's sleeve tightly with two fingers of the other, as if holding onto the hero's sleeve would increase his own courage.

"I never expected that what you said about having fought in wars, Lao Lin, was actually true."

"Hey, let's not talk about that. Look, we made a small hole here, but there's no big hole behind it."

"Huh? Really? Isn't it stuck in the bone?" His colleague behind him joined the discussion.

"Of course not, how could all the bullets be stuck in the bone?"

"Besides, I noticed it when the drone was firing just now. The noise was so minimal; the recoil was practically nonexistent. The small drone flew and fired simultaneously without even a slight sway. You all heard the sound, didn't you? It was definitely not conventional firepower," Director Lin answered with absolute certainty.