All 12 guards approached Wayne and his team with the intention of educating them on the importance of the competition.

With that in mind, they quickly made their way towards the group of unserious soldiers who were constantly joking and laughing around playfully.

Wayne smiled broadly as he heard their approaching footsteps.

And when all 12 were around them, the game officially began.

It was already too late for these enemy soldiers.

Wayne moved like lightning and slashed the necks of 2 soldiers with his rubber knife.

"You're dead!

Remember, dead men tell no tales.

Now, go to sleep."

The enemy soldiers almost vomited blood when they heard him.

Sleep your head!

How could they die like this?

Who knew that their good intentions would be used against them?

Their eyes widened in shock as their bodies tingled unwillingly.

Damn it!

Who were these men?

They gritted their teeth unwillingly as they watched these bastards tie them up and drag them away.

They almost cursed out loud at their own predicaments.

But since they were dead, they had no choice but to zip their mouths tight.

Wayne and the rest didn't care about their feelings.

Who cared about theirs when some of them were killed off during last year's competition?

Hopefully, these people will learn from this experience and improve themselves.

This was a competition with thousands of people playing in it.

So if they fell for the enemy deceit, then that was on them.

With that, Wayne and his team proceeded further.

They successfully played the game smartly until they were right where they wanted to be.

That's right!

They were just outside the main office.

Now, it was time to play big!'

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Looking at the iron door, everyone was somewhat restless.

"Captain.

Normally, I would agree for the door to be blown up with the low test explosives that we have.

But if that happens, it could alert more people to the situation.

As well as give those inside the chance to call for backup."

"Hmm

I agree!

Besides, if we did blow it up, we won't be able to lock ourselves in and stay safely away from the enemy soldiers.

If the enemy sees that the door is still intact, then they would most likely assume that it hasn't been infiltrated yet.

Again, one of the other teams has just informed me that they have successfully taken over the building.

So that means that our soldiers are now undercover guards within the building.

Nonetheless, I think we should still play it safe and keep the door in contact rather than destroying it."

"Agreed!"

"Hmm."

"Agreed!"

Everyone nodded and thought that keeping the door was a must.

Because even though they now had their soldiers disguised as guards within the building, what if the enemy discovered this and kill off these guards?

Would their mission come to an end?

Hell no!

That's why they decided to keep the large gigantic iron door intact.

That way, if worst comes to the worst, they could just lock themselves in there while thinking of another way to deal with the enemy.

One of the soldiers rubbed her chin thoughtfully: "How about we knock on the door and wait for one of them to open it?

We could push our way in and take over the enemy like in a hostage situation."

"That could work. But the moment we step into the room, some of them might go under the tables and quickly release the news via their Walkie Talkies.

So by then, the entire base would've been informed."

"Then what do we do?"

"Everyone, Shh!

The Captain is thinking." Said a young man with glasses.

Everyone faced Wayne once more to wait for his wisdom.

Wayne looked around for a bit before turning around and marching in the opposite direction.

"Captain, where are we going?

What are you looking for?"

"Empty room."

"Why?"

"Because I want to play a bit."

"But what about the mission?"

"What about it?

Why don't we play together instead?

Isn't that a lot more fun?" Wayne answered playfully, which made everyone almost stumble.

They were utterly dumbfounded.

Has their Captain's brain been fried up because of the difficulty of the mission?

Was he giving up now?"

Sigh... their smart, intelligent and brave Captain had finally lost it.

How tragic!

And he was young too.

They looked at Wayne in pity and decided to first tag along in hopes that their thoughts weren't true.

Just thinking about it scared them to death.

Please God of brains, let it not be true.

Please!

With that, they followed their brain fried Captain until they entered an empty room.

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Wayne entered an empty meeting room and quickly looked around.

"Brent!

Give me your knife... I mean your real knife, not the rubber one used for the competition."

"Okay."

Wayne took the knife and smiled at the confused soldiers before him.

"Do you all know what these holes are?"

"Of course Captain!

They're ventilation holes.

Even underground camps and many underground territories have their own ventilation holes that connect to each... other...

Ahhhh!

That's it!

Captain, I knew you weren't losing your mind."

Some of them jumped and hugged each other excitedly, while others looked at their Captain with crying faces.

"Wooooooo... Captain, just look at how much I'm crying for you?

Don't you have a heart?

If you knew this all along, then why didn't you tell us at the very beginning?"

"Captain, do you think that it's cool to act all mysterious with us?

Do you know how worried we were?

But just to be on the safe side, you aren't draft, right?"

"^"

Wayne speechlessly looked at his team and silently prayed for patience, because at this moment, he truly wanted to wack some of them in the head.

Everyone chuckled a bit before focusing on the task at hand.

"Captain, you intend for us to infiltrate the room through this right?"

"Correct.

And seeing that you all have a good idea on ventilation holes, then what are you all waiting for?

Get moving now!"

"Yes sir!"

With that, everyone got their asses moving.

But before they climbed onto the vents, they had one more thing to do first.