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在3403位置，时间仿佛静止了一瞬。
王默紧握着枪，后背抵在冰冷的金属支架上，手指快速在射程之内翻动着扳机。他的呼吸急促，额头上渗出细密的汗珠，在潮湿的空气中凝结成半透明的水雾。
“滴！”
一声刺耳的警报声从通讯器中传来，王默的手指微微颤抖。他深吸一口气，将战术装备套上，迅速向备用站跑去。
备用站内的环境与外界判若两人。墙壁上布满了各种应急设备，每一样物品都贴着清晰的使用指南。身后的监控屏幕实时切换，红色警告条纹在眼前流转，仿佛在提醒着什么。
“温度过高！”
王默走到一处降温装置前，轻轻按动按钮。冰冷的风从管道中吹出，瞬间将他周围的湿气驱散。他能感受到自己的额头微微发汗，但这已经是身体可以感知到的极限了。
就在这一瞬间，一个急刹车的声音由远及近传来。
“所有人注意！前方有不明物体进入站内区域！”
王默迅速调出战术装备清单，确认所有设备处于正常状态。他发现通讯器中有一股延迟信号，显然来自正在行动的 team.
“目标在3403位置！”
王默心中一凛，迅速将所有注意力重新集中在眼前。备用站内的环境 him like a well-constructed fortress, with reinforced walls and state-of-the-art safety equipment. He moves with precision, each step calculated to avoid triggering any alarms or drawing unnecessary attention.
As he approaches the target area, his heart pounds in his ears. The tension is palpable, every second stretching thin. His mind races, recalling countless hours of training and tactical sessions. What’s critical now is not just shooting, but knowing when and how to act.
He spots a flickering light source in the distance. It looks suspiciously like an emergency beacon, but with a different hue. Something tells him it’s not what it seems.
“Caution,” he whispers to no one in particular, speaking into his tactical radio. He waits for a response before proceeding.
The closer he gets, the more surreal the scene becomes. The object isn’t moving—it’s stationary. But it’s not just any old object either. It radiates an aura of something… alive.
“Someone’s watching us,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with unease. He has to be careful here; this is a high-stakes operation, and a single mistake could lead to disaster.
But the longer he stays, the more convinced he becomes that it’s not just another target. Something about the way it’s positioned, the faint hum in the air—it feels… out of place.
With every passing second, his adrenaline surges. He knows this is going to end quickly, but he can’t afford to waste any more time. The stakes are too high.
Finally, with a sharp turn and a burst of speed, he escapes through the side entrance. The wet heat seems to have subsided immediately, leaving behind only a faint trail of moisture on the walls.
Relief washed over him in waves as he threw on his coat and grabbed his gear. He couldn’t let this go unnoticed. If anyone’s watching, they’re going to find out about this tonight.
As he heads back to base, the memories of today’s incident dance in his mind. It was a lesson learned far too late—always double down when it feels like something bad is coming your way. And as always, trust no one.
But then again, sometimes you have to act with no other choice left.
The moment he steps into the tactical briefing room later that day, he knows what’s going to happen next. The pressure is immense, but he’s ready for whatever comes his way.
