The elderly man with white hair, the highest official of the pyramid, found it strange upon receiving his subordinates' report. While it was understandable if one or a few surveillance cameras failed, it was unreasonable for dozens to fail simultaneously—especially all pointing in the same direction. Connecting the dots revealed a straight line, and with the varying timing, it was clear that the destination was the pyramid. "There are two possibilities," he analyzed. "First, someone has intruded and issued alerts to all departments to heighten vigilance. Second, some wild animal may have been responsible. I hope it's the second scenario, but everyone must remain alert!" "Understood," the dozens of people inside the pyramid responded, all becoming tense—even those on rest duty, who had just been scheduled for rotation, now took their positions early. The elder arrived at the command center, about to issue orders to relay the message to King Fere, when a staff member turned back and said, "We've lost our communication signal!" "What's going on?" he asked in a steady tone. Another staff member replied, "There's a strong electromagnetic interference within the area. Analysis indicates that the electromagnetic beams emitted by U.S. electronic warfare aircraft can severely disrupt all signals in the affected zone!" The elder frowned deeply, "How is it possible? The U.S. electronic warfare aircraft? Our area is classified—how could they possibly locate us? Even if they did, there would be no reason to trouble us. Let's check the previous radar signals to confirm whether it's indeed the aircraft responsible!" After a thorough search, however, no evidence was found. On a tree outside, a U.S.-made electronic warfare pod and several large-capacity batteries hung from the branch, sufficient to power operations for two hours. In front of them, the pyramid came into view. "Shasha, you're moving quickly—go handle the guards," he whispered, "I'll take care of the prisoners." "Understood—my mission is to leave not a single survivor," the beautiful instructor smiled. "Just don't slow down, or if I accidentally wipe out everyone, don't blame me!" Qin, the young noble, scowled. "Pleasantly, you're really going to move at light speed, are you? Even if I'm not the most skilled, I'll still take down a couple before you finish off the entire group!" "Good," the instructor said, her figure flickering and vanishing into the night. The very next moment, she appeared before two sentries. These two only had time to register a flash of white before they were gone—no chance to react or even look closely. Then, one after another, others fell, all without being able to issue any kind of warning to their companions. Due to strong electromagnetic interference, the individual communication systems provided to the guards had become useless—so no one knew where danger had arisen. The commander's face was as still as water. He had intended to issue orders for a defensive contraction—shrinking the perimeter would not only strengthen the defense but also leave the invaders exposed. Yet his plan too had stalled due to the loss of communication. He couldn't possibly go door to door to notify everyone. Now, all his hopes rested upon God. "The elder was startled: 'Vampires! Are they indeed sent by King Ferre to inspect our defensive measures?'" Ramos shook his head, saying, "They're enemies, not allies!" "What?" the elder was even more astonished—how could they have drawn the blood of the vampire clan? It was simply absurd. Ramos was deeply displeased with the term 'vampires' used earlier, yet he rose to his feet and said, "Don't worry—this matter will be handled by me. There should be no major issues!" The elder replied firmly, "Very well, I trust you." A tense atmosphere now pervaded the place, with everyone acting with careful vigilance—just as they had during the days of the Blood Shadow Killers. Since the settlement's founding, it had never faced any form of external attack. At the summit of the pyramid, four state-of-the-art air defense missile systems were installed, capable of easily intercepting and neutralizing both aerial bombers and incoming missiles. Now, however, due to intense electromagnetic interference, these advanced weapons have all become useless. Clearly, the enemy is not launching an aerial assault. Qin Feng successfully infiltrated; when he arrived, Ramírez had just left, and the two never came into contact. "The thermal imager shows an intruder," one staff member announced. Though communications failed, the thermal scanning system remained operational. Yet this system can only detect people emitting body heat—Isabella has entered and exited dozens of times without being detected. The one now identified is Qin, the young gentleman. "Is there only one intruder?" the elder quickly approached, and on the screen, there was only a single red dot. The staff member nodded: "Only one!" "Alert the outside guard squad to eliminate him," the elder said without hesitation. Another staff member reminded: "What if it's a feint to draw attention away?" The elder looked somewhat displeased but still adjusted his plan, saying, "Then send half a squad over— the other half will remain on duty to defend this area!" It was rather unfortunate, as the only unit currently available to deploy was the one stationed at the entrance. Six fully equipped soldiers formed a combat formation and moved toward the red dot. After walking several dozen meters, they halted, exchanged simple hand signals, and divided into roles: two for the assault, two for screening, and two for support. Together, they advanced, with the two at the forefront suddenly charging forward and simultaneously firing their rifles. Bullets rained down like hail. They had expected to easily repel the intruders, but soon realized the corridor was completely empty. Meanwhile, Qin Feng had maneuvered around their flanks and opened fire on the backs of the remaining four. Thuds—four shots, and four lives were cut down without mercy. The two at the front heard the gunfire and immediately turned around, ready to respond. Thud... thud... Before either of them could even catch a clear glimpse of the other, they both took hits to the foreheads and collapsed, unwilling to give up. Qin, clutching two guns, had rarely felt such a satisfying sense of splitting his focus between left and right. He murmured to himself, "These people react quickly—just not as strong in combat. Wait, they even have thermal imaging equipment! That explains how they managed to locate me!"