The Tycoon's Odyssey

Chapter 330 330Attacking The Base[IV]

Evan sat in his command center, his sharp eyes scanning the holographic interface projected before him. His fingers hovered over the controls as he initiated a secure call to Mac.

RING...RING...

It barely took a few moments before the call was connected.

Mac had been overseeing the covert operations in Dilli, ensuring everything proceeded smoothly. Despite the vast layers of security and scrutiny, Mac had successfully managed to pull the wool over the ministry's eyes.

Stationed near the small base workshop close to Samvidhan Bhavan—the Prime Minister's official residence and a crucial meeting point for senior ministers—Mac answered promptly.

The backdrop of the call revealed the distant silhouette of the iconic sandstone dome, surrounded by layers of formidable security.

"Mac," Evan began, his voice low and steady, "What's your situation?"

Mac's voice came through, laced with urgency. "The meeting is in full swing. Heavy security all around with Z+ category guards, armored convoys, drones patrolling the perimeters, and a no-fly zone in effect. At first glance the Samvidhan Bhavan is impenetrable, but there are chinks in the armor. They're over-relying on external tech for monitoring. A blind spot exists near the northwest service gate due to an outdated grid that hasn't been patched in years. This could be our way in."

Evan leaned forward, absorbing every detail. "Who's in attendance?"

"All key ministers and top officials," Mac replied. "It's a critical strategy meeting. Whatever they're planning, it's big. We need to act fast if we want to disrupt whatever they plan to."

Evan nodded. "Hold your position. I'll get you the support you need."

After muting the call, Evan turned to Aurora, whose lifelike projection stood beside him, her crimson hair glowing faintly against the dim light of the command room.

"Aurora," Evan commanded, "I need a full report on Dilli. What's the status of our forces? How many converts do we have on the ground?"

Aurora's voice was calm and precise.

"All plates in position," reported one of the operatives.

Mac finally gave the order. "Activate."

In response, the plates hummed softly, their signals interlinking. Moments later, an invisible dome formed, encapsulating the streets, compound, and surrounding area. The OpticShield Array worked by bending light and broadcasting a virtual illusion of an empty, quiet street. From the outside, the entire compound appeared undisturbed—a flawless mirage masking the chaos that was about to unfold.

"Phase two," Mac instructed before stepping into the fray and preparing for the chaos that was going to erupt now.

Inside the perimeter, cars parked in the compound's lot began to emit thick clouds of smoke, erupting in unison. The guards near the lot were the first to react, their NeuralSync communicators buzzing with alerts.

"Report! What's happening in the west lot?" the security commander barked.

A squad rushed towards the smoke-shrouded vehicles, but as they approached, they collapsed one by one, neutralized by a silent gas in an instant. The NeuralSync network flickered with fragmented transmission before going ominously silent.

"Communicators down!" a guard shouted, frantically tapping at his unresponsive gear.

Before they could regroup, a piercing whistle sliced through the air above. Soldiers craned their necks upward, their enhanced goggles tracking a projectile that was hurtling toward the compound.

"Missile incoming! Take cover!" someone yelled.

The projectile struck the ground with a deafening thud, unleashing an electromagnetic pulse that rippled outward. Sparks erupted as cameras, drones, and every electronic system in the vicinity collapsed. Meanwhile, the soldiers convulsed briefly, their NeuralSync devices frying before they crumpled on the ground in confusion.

From the smoke emerged a wave of armored operatives, clad in TactSuit-EX armor, gleaming under the flickering lights as it continued to deflect the incoming bullets with ease.

"Hold the line!" the commander ordered, firing his rifle. Bullets ricocheted harmlessly off the intruders' armor.

"What in hell are they wearing?" a soldier muttered through clenched teeth.

"Keep calm," another replied while reloading his weapon. "Aim for the joints or find heavier firepower."