Chapter 437

The red dot was almost merged with the marked location of Reaper’s main base on the map—so close that it seemed indistinguishable at a glance. But Conrad Hilliard could tell the difference. They were two completely separate places. The Chief of Staff immediately leaned in, scrutinizing the map with a furrowed brow. “This region in northern Myanmar has independent electromagnetic interference. Satellites can only capture rough outlines, not high-resolution details,” he said gravely. On the battlefield, though, even the smallest detail out of place could mean the difference between success and total failure. They had no room for errors. Conrad’s gaze was razor-sharp, his voice chillingly resolute. “Get me some paper. We’re re-mapping this manually.” This extreme level of precision? It wasn’t just skill—it was a kind of freakish talent, combining extraordinary visual acuity with an uncanny sense of spatial reasoning. No technology, no matter how advanced, could match it. Without missing a