The clump of buildings looked like a village from far, but it sure wasn’t the case. The footage Predator B had returned not only showed multiple armed men around the premise but also tanks and armoured vehicles. There were even planes and plane tracks. It was clearly an independent military base. 

The premise was huge, occupying an area of about two kilometres.

Studying the image of FA’s headquarter, Xia Lei couldn’t help but furrow his brows. One ‘Key to Hell’ was not sufficient to clear it off due to its sheer size.

A cross aim appeared on the screen. Predator B had locked a target on the ground below. It was a three-storey tall building, a result of keying in the coordinates Xia Lei had obtained from the Knight Hospitaller. 

A three-second countdown emerged. 

Xia Lei’s attention moved the top floors of the building, where the lights were still on. He saw some regular armed members along with some that did not carry weapons. They seemed to be producing something. Though Xia Lei couldn’t make out what it was, the answer was obvious. What else could be made in the Mexican desert? If it was not socks...