Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 476: 251: Lurking in the Silent Night

Chapter 476: Chapter 251: Lurking in the Silent Night

At 3 kiloters away from the Star Construction Bank on Blue Capital Star, there was a regional waste treatnt station collecting household garbage from nearby areas. Although properly processed, the unpleasant odor was unavoidable.

Therefore, not only was the area well-greened, but it also had sparse pedestrian traffic.

Mu Fan walked leisurely along the road, carrying a briefcase like any ordinary person. However, a keen observer would notice that after he entered a large supermarket, he never reappeared.

He erged from a security exit of the convenience store in a corridor without surveillance equipnt.

And then Black effortlessly erased any traces of Mu Fan’s subsequent presence.

It was like an ordinary person entering a crowd and then disappearing into the sea without a trace.

When Mu Fan repeated his route several tis toward the regional garbage treatnt station, an autonomous garbage truck arrived, first dumping a load of household garbage into the processing area.

Then, about a dozen robots started sorting the trash.

The harsh and exhausting work posed no trouble for these robots.

All they needed was an energy supply, and the robots could complete the tasks well and quickly. In a sense, robots had beco an irreplaceable part of human life.

But… this provided a perfect puppet for an advanced intelligent life form from a parallel universe.

Suddenly, the pale blue light in the eyes of one of the robots, which was sorting the garbage, flickered. It then moved toward the garbage truck on its small track base.

Its long chanical arm precisely reached under the back of the garbage truck and then withdrew with a small black plastic bag hanging from its chanical clamp. The bag was small and it was unclear what was inside.

The robot placed the plastic bag on its base and continued picking up trash.

The garbage truck left normally.

After 15 minutes, the robot moved away from the household garbage area, and its chanical clamp gently tossed the black plastic bag onto the outside of the wall.

Just a few seconds later, a young man in casual business attire appeared, carrying a briefcase and walking normally along the roadside.

“All caras along the route have erased any footage of you. Ahead, under the outer wall of the waste processing station, there is a black plastic bag containing the disguise suit I customized for you. Behind it is a bush where you can change.”

Hearing Black’s voice, Mu Fan nodded and casually looked back, finding himself alone on the narrow street.

He swiftly slipped into the bushes and spotted the black plastic bag at the base of the wall.

He bent over, picked up the bag, and then slipped into the bushes.

Tearing open the plastic bag, Mu Fan found a set of dark gray clothes lying quietly inside, which felt quite comfortable to touch.

“The Hidden Winter Fifth Generation Combat Suit, a high-end product on the market of Blue Capital Star, each costing over one hundred thousand, was stolen by yours truly using a robot from a warehouse.”

Mu Fan threw the “briefcase” he was holding onto the grass, then lightly flicked a catch on it.

After several flips, the backpack appearance from earlier reappeared.

He took off his formal attire, neatly folded it, and placed it inside.

This was a gift from Nuonuo that he always treasured dearly.

After putting on the quite comfortable Hidden Winter Combat Suit, Mu Fan looked in the plastic bag and found a… little yellow duck mask!?

“Black, can you explain this mask to ?”

Recalling the scene that had occurred previously at the Style Bar on Loga Star, Mu Fan suddenly rembered wearing such an ugly mask spontaneously.

And now it appeared before him again.

“Oh, I found it in the warehouse. The battle suit cos with a head-mounted visor, but you don’t need it. I thought this would be more aningful.”

Black said without any sha.

Well…

Even during tense monts, he didn’t forget to play a prank.

Mu Fan folded the mask in his hands and stuffed it into the modular portable bag on the outer side of his leg, then slung on his lightweight backpack, completing all his preparations.

“Black, plan the route to the tal refinery.”

“Direct distance 2.7 kiloters, it’s recomnded to approach using abnormal terrain.”

“Understood.”

Mu Fan crumpled the torn plastic bag into a ball and jumped onto the wall with a step, casually throwing the ball of broken plastic into a pile of trash.

The robot shoveled the trash into the crusher.

Monts later, there was no trace of what had happened here.

This was an industrial area, and at night, it could be called a desolate, silent zone.

Mu Fan’s figure swiftly shuttled through the green belt, quickly darting over walls that lay across the wasteland.

Years of hunting experience had allowed Mu Fan to run through such terrain almost without making a sound.

“Good, under normal circumstances, no caras have captured your figure. You are now 530 ters from Chade tal Refinery. Slow down and watch for pedestrians.”

“Okay.”

Mu Fan nodded his head. The green belt was now less than five ters wide, with vehicles passing on both sides.

While leaping and running, Mu Fan’s movent would halt abruptly the mont soone appeared in the area, then he would straighten and fall silently into the bushes, his hands silently supporting him on the ground as he hovered over the tips of the grass.

Waiting for the person nearby to pass, Mu Fan rolled over and ran again.

Under the night sky, the vague silhouette in the distance started to beco clear.

Occasional human voices and dog barks also reached his ears.

There was an industrial waste accumulation area next to the road; Mu Fan darted into it, completely blending in with the waste in a flash without caring about the harsh environnt around him.

Less than two hundred ters away, the security personnel patrolling the entrance of Chade tal Factory were completely unaware of a pair of bright eyes watching them.

“Fifteen visible guards, twelve patrolling, five hidden. High alert level. Those dogs have sensitive noses, you must sneak in from the side if you want to enter,” Mu Fan said softly.

“There are also two hidden guards at the main gate, located in two semi-subterranean workshops behind the wall. The factory is surrounded by full-coverage infrared sensors, rotating laser range finders, and small automatic laser gun mounts. They can effectively detect human body temperature and biological profiles, and will shoot on sight at the first sign of biological intrusion,” Black added.

Mu Fan nodded solemnly, then took out a tactical face paint box from his waist pocket and sared several lines across his face with his fingertips.

“A factory has such tight defenses… Black, I can handle those dogs; coordinate with to block electronic devices. Let’s wait a little longer before starting the operation.”

“Alright.”

Mu Fan’s figure silently lay in ambush, motionless, as if he had always been part of that pile of scrap.

For hunting, she could remain motionless in one spot for a whole day and night.

The current stillness was as natural to Mu Fan as drinking cold water.

As the darkness deepened, even fewer people passed in front of the secluded factory.

Ti passed second by second, and the scrap pile remained utterly still; insects and night creatures gradually erged.

Mu Fan’s eyelids drooped, paying no mind to rats nibbling at trash by his legs or the large nocturnal ants crawling over his nose.

As the temperature dropped, the hot air of the day began to condense into droplets, with Mu Fan resembling a statue.

If Luo Jianjin or Black Widow Tracy saw this scene, they would surely be firm in training Mu Fan to beco a sniper.

Such extre endurance! And that brain, remaining extrely calm while maintaining a stationary stance for a long ti!

When he saw the patrol finally starting to split into two groups to switch shifts, Mu Fan’s eyes finally moved slightly.