Xu Feng, target, Daping!
Yin ngwei, target, Heng City!
Yu Yao, target, Path to the North Sea!
...
Everyone has their own direction to head to.
The distances of these cities from the Yin and Yang Capital vary, purely decided by each individual's luck.
But none of them feel this lottery rule is unfair.
At tis, luck is also a person's strength.
In a duel between two people, the one with good luck can often use it to achieve victory and survive successfully.
Zhang Beixing looked at the seven people, his mouth moved slightly, wanting to say sothing but stopped.
He turned around and left directly.
After Zhang Beixing had gone for a long ti, his secretary returned specifically, finding a few of them.
At this mont, the cara was still on.
"Team mbers, the Minister wants to tell you to pay attention to safety."
"He hopes to see you in the Yin and Yang Capital, not missing anyone, as many people as go, as many people return!"
"..."
The team mbers, who were installing miniature caras and GPS locators on themselves, froze upon hearing these words.
Is the Minister really concerned about them?
This has never happened before, right?
Since joining The Ninth Bureau and starting special training, they always felt that the Minister differed greatly from his image on Douyin.
He's so serious, not lively at all like on Douyin.
And he's also quite stern.
Not much sentintal concern for anyone.
Could those words really co from the Minister's mouth just now?
The secretary left to follow Zhang Beixing's footsteps, leaving the few team mbers standing there, staring blankly, unable to react.
Once they snapped out of their daze.
Xu Feng saw that Yin ngwei and Yu Yao were already crying, pearls of tears falling.
The other team mbers, from King of Soldiers backgrounds, definitely didn't cry, but Xu Feng could clearly notice their eyes were a bit red, just a bit.
Xu Feng cleared his throat, "The Minister is right, this is our first task."
"Since it's the first task, we have to do it beautifully!"
"This ti, the recording is full-length filming. I hope we can ensure, except for the gory footage, not a single bit will be censored!"
"Let's show our fellow citizens of Great Xia that we, the team mbers of the super-powered Reserve Forces, live up to their expectations!"
"We need to go neatly and co back neatly, understood?"
"Yes!"
"..."
...
Zhang Beixing in the office watched the team mbers leave one by one, getting into cars heading to their respective airports.
The Capital has a total of three airports, plus a few training airports in the suburbs, military airports, and reserve airports, making up eight airports.
Now, the seven of them are heading to seven of these airports separately.
The planes are already prepared.
With arrangents from The Ninth Bureau, they can basically guarantee boarding success within half an hour, facilitating the command center's monitoring of their situation.
Zhang Beixing will also depart this ti; his special flight to Neon is ready.
However, which city to head to first, he hasn't decided yet and is still torn.
"Minister, I suggest choosing between Yu Yao and Yin ngwei. The other team mbers have military backgrounds, and their survival skills are very strong."
"Comparatively, Yu Yao and Yin ngwei are the weakest links. According to our data analysis team, they have the highest failure probability in their tasks, over sixty percent!"
"While the failure probability for the other individuals is about thirty percent."
The secretary beside Zhang Beixing, holding a tablet, analyzed various data of this task for Zhang Beixing and provided suggestions.
In response, Zhang Beixing did not express any views and remained silent.
After a long ti, seeing their vehicles completely disappear from his sight, Zhang Beixing turned around to look at the secretary.
The secretary, caught by Zhang Beixing's sudden gaze, beca a bit nervous.
Her brain was running wildly, pondering, what question Zhang Beixing might suddenly ask?
Quickly devising contingency plans, considering all possibilities to ensure she could answer Zhang Beixing's questions promptly, avoiding any dissatisfaction from her direct superior.
"Is my video edited yet?"
"The video you wanted, I've already…"
The secretary, hearing Zhang Beixing's question, instinctively added a prefix and began answering.
But as she spoke, she realized sothing was off. Raising her head, under the silver-frad glasses were her bewildered eyes.
"Ah? Video? What video?"
...
Half an hour later.
Zhang Beixing sat on the sofa.
One hand held a mobile phone, the other a cup of coffee.
After gently blowing on the coffee, his lips followed the edge of the coffee cup, sipping lightly.
And Zhang Beixing's gaze remained fixed on the phone.
It was streaming a newly uploaded video.
anwhile, the secretary stood beside him, full of grievance, looking at Zhang Beixing, her heart full of resentnt.
Turns out this guy had just pretended to deliver a speech and sent to relay ssages, all to edit a Douyin piece.
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