Chapter 110: Chapter 110: This Thing
He’ll give her the address and contact details.
Renee Morgan sighed as well: "Jay Monroe, if you’re threatened, just blink. I’ll do my best to help you."
Jay Monroe: "..."
This conversation is going nowhere.
Dane followed Renee’s route map, avoiding places Team Red might stop, and quickly returned to Team Blue’s checkpoint.
The checkpoint guard verified their identities and let them ashore.
Worried they couldn’t explain things over radio, the group even headed back to HQ.
"You guys are going to attack Team Red’s headquarters?" The commander frowned, eyeing the bunch of crazies.
Team Red has guts, smarts, and strength—they want to attack Team Blue’s HQ, and right now they’re still drifting out at sea.
Just these few think they can take on Team Red’s HQ?
Jay Monroe: "We’re not hitting the HQ, we’re running guerilla, going for kill points."
Guerilla tactics are also called irregular, unfixed, ever-changing attacks—basically, no direct confrontation, make Team Red grit their teeth in frustration but helpless, that’s the goal.
The commander was still unconvinced: "We’ve only got two snipers. If you all leave, who’s going to counter Team Red’s snipers?"
Jay Monroe already had a plan: "If we sneak into Team Red territory and make some noise, they won’t know how many of us there are—definitely they’ll send snipers back."
The importance of snipers was undeniable.
The commander pondered: "Let Renee stay behind, then."
Jay Monroe: "..." So you’re really just trying to keep Renee around?
Renee, sitting in her chair, suddenly called on, perked up quickly.
Dane glanced at her and saw her sitting ramrod straight, like the model student in class.
The commander refused to let people go, forcing Jay Monroe to use his trump card: "Team Red’s main force is still at sea—how long can we hold them?"
The commander stared hard at Jay Monroe.
Jay Monroe said seriously: "They came prepared. Last night was a brutal fight—Team Blue took heavy losses. They’re still at sea, but once they’ve rested up, they’re definitely coming back for us. How many casualties will Team Blue suffer then?"
"If we only defend and never attack, we’re just waiting to get beaten."
Commander: "Last night was a draw..." Not just Team Blue took heavy losses.
Jay Monroe: "The jungle and land battle was only won thanks to our terrain and timing. On the water, we’re not advantaged."
Last night, Jay Monroe supported the sea fight but hadn’t figured out Team Red’s strength before getting surrounded.
He knew well how strong Team Red was at naval combat.
The commander fell silent. After a long pause, his gaze landed on Renee: "Renee, what do you think?"
The commander was conservative but not rigid; from Jay Monroe being trapped, to Renee’s successful rescue, from the jungle land battle where Renee alone flipped the situation, to the sea support and Renee fighting through to save Jay Monroe—all proof of her personal strength.
Renee: "Chief, this plan was discussed by all of us together."
The commander knew as well—as far as strategy against Team Red, they were already at a disadvantage.
As for individual strength, Team Red sniper Hugh is strong; Team Blue’s sniper Renee Morgan isn’t weak; Jay Monroe is also stronger than Jude.
Team Blue’s assault man Dane is reckless; Team Red’s assaulters Kennedy and Louis are very fierce too.
Looking at it this way, the teams’ individual strengths were about equal.
Not lacking in strength—so why so passive? Because their strategy sucked.
In the end, the commander agreed to their plan.
He knew it was risky, but the team didn’t just consist of these few.
They’d lead up front, and Team Blue still had a large force guarding the rear. Team Red would need time if they wanted to attack; if Jay Monroe and the others could make a mess of Team Red’s HQ, forcing Red to pay attention elsewhere, that’d be a win.
After leaving the commander’s office, Jay Monroe and company resupplied. During a break, they ate, washed up, and rested for two hours.
When they set out, it was still before noon.
Merrick’s temperatures were high now; the sun was fierce, turning the whole world into a gigantic pressure cooker.
They rode out on off-road bikes; Renee tied up a high ponytail, sitting behind Jay Monroe—the two were partners, moving with perfect coordination.
The jungle land route had a mountain track that was treacherous, the most likely spot for ambushes—it was also why last night they won outnumbered on land.
They rode their bikes past Team Blue’s land area, ditched the bikes as they neared Team Red’s territory, then lay low and sneaked across.
Getting close to Team Red’s territory, it was already mid-afternoon, the heat unrelenting. Everyone was soaked in sweat climbing the mountains.
The rest let Renee walk ahead so they could watch her from behind.
Renee wasn’t shy—she took the lead and opened the path upfront.
At sundown, they found a creek to rest by.
The others were filthy and exhausted, slumped against rocks, barely moving.
Renee washed her face, rested a bit, checked her watch and stood: "We need to cross into Team Red territory while it’s dark. Everyone perk up—we leave in five minutes."
Jay Monroe, Dane, 2nd Squad: "..."
Whose idea was it to let this woman lead?
Pride made the men drag themselves up and follow Renee through the mountains. When reaching a steep, tough spot, it was still Renee at the top, grabbing their hands, pulling each up one-by-one.
Jay Monroe, Dane, 2nd Squad: "..."
Who’s actually taking care of whom here?
Renee’s sense of direction was always spot-on. With her leading, the group scaled the ridge without issue, spotting Team Red’s border guards below the boundary line.
Team Red had set up a guard post on the boundary, rotating shifts.
Late at night, the post had a light on. Two guards beneath, occasionally scanning the area.
Renee put down her sniper rifle, eyes away from the scope, making the guards blurry again.
"If we go over there, it’ll be tough for them to spot us." Jay Monroe frowned, feeling Team Red’s setup was all form, useless.
Renee and Dane exchanged glances, remembering something, and almost blurted out together: "Landmines!"
Landmines?
Jay Monroe was stunned: "They have those things?"
How come he didn’t know?
Renee had read there were landmines in the handbook, which explained their power—small, not lethal, so you can’t get headshots for points. She’d wondered what the point of that weapon was.
Never expected...
Jay Monroe knew Renee spent ages in the meeting room that day. His gaze wandered over to Dane—how’d he know?
Dane shrugged: "I’ve played with this stuff since I was a kid. My turf doesn’t even need guards, just slap in the landmines."
Jay Monroe: "..."