The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 459: The Uranium Mine Mystery Across Time and Space

Lei Tao's combat boots crushed dead leaves, the humus mixed with the smell of blood seeping through his soles. Half-knelt in the dense forest of 1938, he wiped his saber. The high-pitched buzzing of the Bagua Gyro suddenly pierced the silence—the emergency communication lights on the edge of the cabin flashed like blood-red pupils. As his fingertips touched the cool metal switch, a modern scene suddenly unfolded on his retina: three beige-painted attack helicopters circled in a triangle formation above the Central African desert, their 7.62mm heavy machine guns blasting flames into the Curry mercenary camp. Sakura mercenary ninjas stepped over the bodies of their companions, their Mitsubishi bayonets precisely piercing the carotid arteries of survivors, their blood splattering and forming eerie totemic patterns on the sand.

In the ruins of the steel mill, the graffiti reading "Uranium Ore Is Ours" shone a blinding white in the blazing sun, a skull beside it grinning in mockery of the carnage. Blackwater security commander Anderson crushed his satellite phone, oblivious to the metal shards slicing through his palm. He turned to face the electronic sandbox, where thirty-seven red dots representing Curry's mercenary strongholds went out one by one within five minutes. "Thoroughly investigate all relevant leads!" he roared, his tactical headset buzzing. "I'll show them what happens if they dare to interfere with Blackwater's interests!"

At the same time, alarms blared at the freight train security station at Mombasa Port. Sakura Mercenary Corps commander Morita extinguished his cigar on the tactical map as a hoarse roar echoed over the military intercom: "Activate Plan B! Lifting crew, take to the air immediately!" The propellers of a Mi-24 attack helicopter churned up gravel, and the end of a steel cable hooked onto a specially designed container labeled "Construction Materials." Within its lead compartments, high-purity uranium raw materials were warming slightly in a radiation-proof box. The container rubbed against the rails, creating a sharp spark as it flew towards the coastal base under heavy fire.

In the basement conference room of the Chinese Embassy in Central Africa, a holographic projection rendered the flames of war around Lake Victoria a crimson crimson. Military Attaché Qin drummed his knuckles on the table. "Diverting trouble, using a borrowed knife to kill—this is a classic tactic." Before he could finish his words, a technician suddenly slammed the table and said, "An unusual heat source has been detected! A helicopter has lifted a container into the air at the Mombasa Port Train Security Station! Track radar indicates the flight direction matches the Sakura Mercenary Corps base!" In the holographic projection, the light points representing the helicopters moved rapidly, while the transport train originally heading towards the canyon became an empty decoy—an electromagnetic pulse bomb buried there awaited a nonexistent target.

Lei Tao crouched atop a mountain, his telescope revealing a Mi-24 helicopter skimming the coastline. He plugged his tactical tablet into the Bagua Gyro space, the virtual keyboard's blue light reflecting off his tense jaw. Twelve garbled codes danced across the retinal projection, cracking the firewall of the military satellite communications system. "Found it," his pupils constricted as he simultaneously locked onto the helicopter's navigation frequency and the XM-27 cruise missile in a silo on an Aegis destroyer in the Red Sea. The instant the jamming command was transmitted, the Mi-24's instrument panel suddenly flashed red, forcing the autopilot system to take control. Simultaneously, the XM-27 missile's tail flame pierced the clouds, completing three mid-air vector turns, precisely calculating the helicopter's trajectory.

"Boom!" A violent explosion echoed in mid-air, and the burning wreckage of the helicopter, wrapped around the container, plunged into the sea. Lei Tao quickly donned his diving gear and activated the underwater thrusters at his waist. The roar of waves crashing against the reef drowned out the sound of his entry into the water. The magnetic attraction device in the Bagua Gyro space had locked onto a target 20 meters below the sea. When he opened the container, the pale blue uranium raw material, glowing coldly under the waterproof light, was completely sucked into the space.

After completing the recovery, Lei Tao surfaced and spray-painted in curry ink on the rocks near the shore: "You think you won?" In the night, the crimson writing glared brightly under the searchlight. As the Bagua Gyro system activated, he vanished into the ripples of time and space. Meanwhile, a Blackwater Security armored convoy rolled across the gravel beach. Commander Hank kicked open the door of a Humvee, his tactical boots stomping heavily on the bullet-riddled rocks. As he made out the defiant words on the rocks, Morita's voice suddenly roared over the satellite phone: "Uranium raw material has disappeared! You, the Blackwater Security guards, have done this right under our noses..." Hank angrily smashed his communicator, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints in rage.

The lieutenant ran over, holding a thermal imaging device. "Sir, we've detected container debris on the seabed, but the uranium raw material..." Before he could finish his words, Hank had already unsheathed his Desert Eagle, and bullets shattered a dead tree ten meters away. A startled night owl let out a shrill cry and circled over the burning helicopter wreckage. In the distance, patrol boats from the Sakura Mercenary Corps were recovering debris, their searchlights emitting a chilling laugh.

"Launch the 'Dark Web Hunting' program." Hank ripped open his tactical vest, veins popping out of his neck. "No matter where he's hiding, dig up every inch of land for me! Contact the technical department and retrieve all satellite images. I want to know how this graffiti-writing bastard stole the uranium ore right under our noses!" He kicked the empty bullet casing at his feet, and the sound of metal hitting the reef was like the prelude to this conspiracy.