Free Web NovelChapter 95: The Silent Web
The morning after the enemy team’s total obliteration brought a strange, heavy quiet to the mountain fortress. The immediate, suffocating panic of the siege had completely dissipated, replaced by a calculated, calm routine.
The physical layout of the sanctuary felt structurally safer than it had in days, shielded by the grim graveyard of frozen mercenaries littering the base of the outer cliffs.
While a rotation of soldiers maintained a strict, unblinking surveillance watch in the monitoring rooms—changing shifts every few hours to keep their eyes sharp and prevent fatigue—the rest of the elite team was finally permitted a few hours of well-deserved, deep rest.
In the quiet, low-lit confines of the main briefing room, Lin Qing sat alone at the long metal table. Her fingers moved methodically over the compact, rugged short-wave communication device that Dr. Morse and Dr. Chen Wei had constructed.
She traced the hand-soldered copper wires, the modified silicon boards, and the uniquely calibrated frequency chips. This tiny, cobbled-together machine was a technical marvel born of desperation, the only thing on the entire mountain capable of punching directly through Gao Feng’s dense, military-grade jamming field.
A sharp, analytical thought sparked in her mind as she adjusted the toggle switches, watching the small green power indicator blink rhythmically.
Picking up the device, Lin Qing walked down the corridor to the secondary technical lab, where Dr. Zhou was busy sorting through an array of fried circuit boards and diagnostic diagnostic equipment from the morning’s maintenance run.
"Dr. Zhou," Lin Qing called out, stepping through the doorway and setting the custom radio directly onto the workstation. "This device was built to establish a direct, two-way line to Gao Feng’s flagship by bypassing their specific jamming frequencies. If it can actively cut through their local jamming signal to transmit data outward, is it theoretically possible to modify the internal receiver to intercept their internal communications instead? Can we use this exact hardware to spy on them?"
Dr. Zhou stopped what she was doing, her eyes widening behind her thick lenses as she processed the suggestion. A brilliant, excited gleam lit up her face as the scientific potential of the idea took root. "Sister Lin... that’s an absolutely incredible idea! If we reverse-engineer the frequency-hopping algorithm they used to bypass the jammers, we might be able to hook onto their flagship’s localized relay band. We wouldn’t just hear what they say directly to us—we could listen to their internal command chatter, their deployment orders, and their real-time logistics."
Her initial excitement faded slightly, a frown tucking her eyebrows together as she looked at the tight internal layout of the radio housing. "But... the hardware modulation required for that is incredibly complex. I don’t know if I can calculate the signal script and re-solder the micro-receiver array entirely on my own. It requires a lot of manual, precise wire splicing and delicate trace cutting on the primary board."
Lin Qing offered a small, reassuring smile, leaning against the edge of the desk. "You won’t be alone. I used to tinker with mechanical and electronic hardware quite a bit in the past. I can assist you with the manual splicing, the circuit tracing, and the component assembly."
Dr. Zhou’s eyes lit up again, a wave of relief washing over her face. "Really? That would save us half the time! We can definitely try it then. We just need to go down to the auxiliary storage bay on the lower deck to find some high-frequency receiver coils, extra copper shielding tape, and a spare precision soldering rig."
The two women immediately gathered the radio and headed out into the central corridor. As they turned the corner toward the lower maintenance stairwell, they stumbled directly upon Han Zheng, who was walking back from checking the defensive lines near the secondary blast gate.
Han Zheng stopped, his tall, imposing figure instantly commanding the concrete hallway. The ambient emergency lighting caught the sharp angles of his jaw and his broad shoulders. He looked down at the device cradled in Lin Qing’s hands, then raised his eyes to meet hers. "What are you two up to?" he asked, his deep voice rich, even, and echoing slightly against the bare walls.
Dr. Zhou couldn’t contain her enthusiasm. Before Lin Qing could even speak, the researcher excitedly explained the entire concept, her words tumbling out rapidly in a breathless rush. "Sister Lin realized we can reverse-engineer this to spy on Gao Feng’s flagship! We’re heading to the storage bay right now to find the components to rebuild the receiver grid. Sister Lin is going to help me with the hardware modifications!"
Hearing this, Han Zheng shifted his strange, deep gaze onto Lin Qing.
He stood there for a silent moment, just observing her stance. He realized, with a sudden wave of clarity, how much the internal dynamics of the entire sanctuary and even his team had shifted.
Nobody had explicitly vocalized it, but all of his hardened, elite soldiers were now treating Lin Qing’s commands and decisions with the exact same absolute deference and unwavering respect that they reserved for him.
She was no longer just the "Sister-in-law" they felt obligated to protect out of courtesy; in the eyes of his men, she had evolved into a formidable commander, a brilliant strategist, and a highly trusted leader whose practical instincts had just saved all of their lives from a devastating breach. He could see that very same profound, unshakeable respect shining brightly in Dr. Zhou’s eyes right now as she looked at Lin Qing.
He looked at his wife, his dark eyes darkening with a mixture of intense curiosity and deep, hidden emotion. "I never knew you used to tinker with electronic devices," he noted casually, his tone unreadable but incredibly sharp.
Lin Qing met his gaze directly, her expression entirely smooth, calm, and deadpan. "It was just a small hobby before the world changed. Nothing major. Just fixing radios and old household appliances."
Han Zheng stared at her for another beat, knowing damn well that a "small hobby" didn’t give someone the capability to seamlessly reverse-engineer advanced encryption hardware.
He let out a slow, quiet sigh, a helpless but deeply proud smile tugging faintly at the corner of his lips. He was entirely weaponless against her now; it turned out his wife was simply too brilliant, possessing hidden depths he was only beginning to uncover as they faced these trials together.
"Alright," Han Zheng said, stepping aside to clear their path toward the stairs. "Just be careful with the soldering tools down there. Don’t burn yourselves."
"We will," Lin Qing replied smoothly, walking past him with Dr. Zhou trailing happily behind her, already whispering about resistor values.
Han Zheng turned his head, watching her retreating figure slide down the corridor with a calm, purposeful grace. He shook his head slightly, a soft chuckle escaping his chest. He thought to himself that at the rate she was going, establishing her absolute authority and effortlessly out-maneuvering elite mercenaries, he was going to have to work exceptionally hard just to keep up with her.
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Meanwhile, at the base of the mountain range, the atmosphere inside Gao Feng’s military encampment was incredibly volatile, resembling a powder keg waiting for a single spark.
Following the absolute disaster at the security wall, Gao Feng had gathered the remnants of his armed forces. Inside the central command flagship, a heavy, thick tension filled the air. Gao Feng and his most trusted, high-ranking subordinates were huddled around a table, furiously mapping out a brutal, secondary siege protocol to salvage the mission before their rations ran low.
However, Lin Tao was nowhere near that table. In fact, after his utterly moronic suggestion to blow up their remaining fuel bladders and suffocate the bunker, he had been strictly, explicitly banned from joining the planning session entirely. Two heavily armed mercenaries stood outside the command door, their rifles crossed, ensuring he couldn’t step a foot inside to interrupt.
Lin Tao was absolutely furious. His face was still raw and red from where the ceramic shards of the mug had sprayed him yesterday, and his massive ego was completely bruised. He felt utterly humiliated, cast aside like a useless dog by the very man he had tried to please.
Muttering curses under his breath, he stomped away from the command tent, his heavy boots kicking aggressively at the frozen dirt.
Desperate to validate his burning anger, he began wandering through the lower perimeter of the camp, seeking out a specific group of low-ranking mercenary soldiers. He knew these men—they were rough, cutthroat grunts who harbored a deep, simmering dislike for Gao Feng’s arrogant, cold-blooded leadership style and strict, unforgiving disciplinary codes.
Finding three of them sitting around a portable diesel heater behind a rusted supply truck, Lin Tao shoved his hands into his pockets and slouched over to them, his face twisted in a bitter, venomous pout.
"Can you believe the nerve of him?" Lin Tao hissed, his voice low but dripping with malice as he gestured back toward the flagship. "I gave him a perfectly viable, aggressive strategy to smoke those rats out of the mountain, and he throws a tantrum like a petulant child! He thinks he’s an untouchable god just because he wears a polished uniform and has a high title. He just threw away most of our team because of his own blind arrogance, and now he’s locking the rest of us out of the room to cover his own mistakes!"
The mercenaries looked up, their expressions dark, weary, and cold. They were already exhausted from the brutal weather and disheartened by the sudden loss of their comrades on the wall.
The more Lin Tao spoke, pacing back and forth in the snow and fueling his own deep resentment, the angrier and more agitated he became.
He gestured wildly, his voice rising as he continued to insult Gao Feng’s competence. He was completely oblivious to the fact that his reckless, desperate complaining was beginning to spark a very dangerous, unstable friction within the already fractured mercenary camp.
