Chapter Thirteen: The Stealth Card

"I think I understand the reason behind all this," Kyle said, gazing down at the enemy base below the mountain. "The intelligence we got from the sheepskin map, the locations of the German camps, is accurate. But the Nazis hid a trick in the code."

Fury pondered, picking up the thread: "So that's it. They swapped the information about the size of the camps—"

"Exactly," Kyle nodded.

Of the five German camps, only one was a large base, three were medium-sized, and one was merely a small transit station.

The Germans had cleverly switched the codes for the large base and the small transit station, a truly seasoned move.

Fury gave a bitter smile. "So, what we're facing now is the enemy base that was supposed to be assaulted by the Colonel with more than five squads. And the target the Colonel is heading to is actually the small camp we should have taken care of."

"Complaining won't help us now," Kyle said coldly. "Fury, you have more experience with battlefield tactics than I do. In this situation, what do you think we should do?"

Fury furrowed his brow, his single eye fixed on the distant enemy base. After a moment's thought, he said grudgingly, "It's clear we have to give up the mission. With only a hundred men, even with the advantage of surprise, it would be suicide."

Kyle pressed, "Can't we use the radio we brought to contact the Colonel?"

"No," Fury shook his head without hesitation. "We're too close to the enemy base. Using the radio at this distance, the signal could easily be intercepted. And there's little time left before the other squads launch their assaults. Once the other four enemy camps are attacked, the large base here will be alerted."

Kyle's face was expressionless. "So, using conventional tactics, we have no choice but to abandon the mission."

"Fury, have you forgotten? We promised the commander we'd complete the assault!"

"But—" Fury's face was troubled.

"No buts!" Kyle cut him off, guiding the conversation. "If we give up the opportunity to strike the large base now, once the enemy is on guard, we may never get another chance!"

Fury looked at Kyle in surprise, his face stern. "Stop beating around the bush. The way you're talking, do you have an idea?"

"You saw through me. But what I have isn't just an idea—it's a plan." Kyle smiled faintly, then leaned in and whispered a few words in Fury's ear.

When Fury heard him, he stared at Kyle as if he were mad, trembling. "Infiltrating the base alone? Are you insane? Or do you want to die?"

Kyle shrugged, earnest. "I'm not insane. At this point, if we want to complete the mission, we have to take a risk. If I can sneak into the enemy base and sabotage their defenses, then with our hundred men attacking from outside, there's still a chance of success."

"Getting into a base of this size isn't so easy," Fury shook his head.

"That part's up to me. All I need is your approval and support," Kyle said coldly.

Fury was silent, his single eye fixed on Kyle for a long moment before he spoke slowly and firmly. "Honestly, I have no reason to stop you. No one wants to give up before the mission even begins. So, go ahead and try, but let me be clear: if you fail, I'll withdraw the troops immediately."

"Don't worry, I never gamble my life on anyone else."

Leaving those words behind, Kyle darted forward, gaining speed down the slope, his silhouette soon swallowed by the night at the foot of the mountain.

"He really is a madman," Fury sighed.

To infiltrate a large base alone was surely suicide. Yet somehow, Kyle gave him a sense of absolute confidence.

Perhaps it was that strange feeling that made Fury agree to such a wildly risky plan.

After leaving the squad, Kyle first slipped into the forest at the foot of the mountain, stripping off his American combat uniform and selecting a suitable German soldier's outfit from his card space.

Kyle didn't intend to die; he had full confidence in his ability to protect himself.

That confidence came from the blue card he had drawn today.

[Stealth]:

Transform into a nocturnal shadow lurking in darkness, erasing your presence and lowering your sense of existence;

In stealth, enemies cannot see you beyond ten meters, within ten meters they see only a semi-transparent figure, and within five meters they gain normal sight.

At night, grants night vision within a hundred meters, doubles stealth effectiveness, and increases movement speed.

Note: If the night stalker attacks, stealth is broken and cannot be reactivated for ten seconds.

The night stalker can forcibly teleport to escape, up to one kilometer, with a cooldown of 24 hours.

Blue ability card.

Such a blue-quality ability card was far beyond the level of human professionalism or mastery—it belonged to the realm of superpowers!

With the [Stealth] card, Kyle's solo combat abilities could no longer be measured by human standards.

"Stealth, activate!"

Kyle silently recited the command. His eyes shifted to a dark crimson, and his vision within a hundred meters became clear as day. At the same time, his body seemed shrouded in mist, flickering in and out of sight against the night.

In night stalker mode.

Kyle gripped his Nepalese military knife and jogged toward the enemy base half a mile away. In stealth, even the sound of his boots touching the ground was inaudible.

He approached the enemy base without incident, then stopped fifty meters away to observe.

Rows of bright lights hung high on the wire fence. If his figure were exposed to those lights, his stealth would be severely weakened.

As Kyle pondered how to slip into the base, two beams of light broke the darkness a hundred meters behind him—a German military vehicle slowly approached the main gate.

"Supply truck?" Kyle thought, maintaining stealth as he crept toward the vehicle.

The soft, frequent sound of footsteps echoed quietly across the deserted field.

Kyle moved to the front side of the truck, watching as the vehicle's nose threatened to collide with him. He sprang forward, revealing himself before the driver.

"Uwah?" The German soldier behind the wheel, dozing off, saw a figure suddenly burst in front of the empty truck. His hair stood on end, and he instinctively slammed the brakes.

His mouth opened wide, but before he could speak, a flash of steel from outside the window silenced him forever, erasing both words and life.

Stealth, assassination, body disposal—the entire process flowed smoothly, as if rehearsed many times.

The truck stopped, engine off. Coldly, Kyle tossed the German soldier with his throat slit out of the driver's seat. Like looting in a video game, the body on the ground revealed several lootable item cards.

[German Soldier Identification], [German Soldier Combat Uniform], [German Pistol]...

A moment later.

The military vehicle started up again and drove toward the main gate of the German base ahead.