"Did you all understand?"
About half an hour later, at The Ninth Bureau's temporary command center, Zhang Beixing hung up the phone and explained his entire plan to the six team mbers and so other staff seated here.
A group of people now only felt that their minds had drifted into outer space, completely unable to react.
Where does the Minister get such a big brain capacity to store so many things?
"Kind of understood... but Minister, what about Little Wang?"
Little Wang, also known as Wang Xinqi, is a newly erging Grandmaster Martial Artist in our Great Xia, currently lying in bed, half alive.
The reason is nothing other than the injuries being too severe; despite using many drugs on him, he still moans in pain.
No longer does he have the ruthless deanor he had on stage, where even after an eye was blown away, he fearlessly continued fighting.
Now looking at his appearance, it's really, tsk tsk tsk, even a dog wouldn't like him.
Zhang Beixing was taken aback, "Oh right, I almost forgot about Wang Xinqi."
"..."
The group was speechless, not daring to speak.
Angry, they dare not express it.
Watching Zhang Beixing pull out his phone, he called Jennifer and asked her to help arrange an operating room, while he sent a doctor over.
After the arrangents were made, several accompanying doctors set out with Wang Xinqi.
Upon receiving the doctor's confirmation that Wang Xinqi's injuries weren't severe, Zhang Beixing felt relieved.
As long as the surgery is completed, it would take just over a week for him to recover.
"You all need to be more careful too; during the Neon operation, Xu Feng almost got killed, Huang Hai's calf was hit by a bullet, and now Wang Xinqi is injured."
"While eliminating the enemy, we absolutely must protect ourselves, this is the most basic principle, understood?"
"..."
After another speech from Zhang Beixing, more than ten minutes later, he finally brought the topic back.
"Did you all understand the plan I just ntioned?"
Everyone looked at each other, for a mont, big eyes staring at small eyes, until Yu Yao nudged Xu Feng in the back with an elbow.
As the team leader of this squad, forced by circumstances, Xu Feng stepped forward.
"Minister, we roughly understood, but will the dostic side agree to us doing this?"
Seeing how each of them appeared sowhat awkward and hesitant, Zhang Beixing smiled.
"It's no problem, we'll just wait here for the dostic news to co through, and then we can act."
"Anyway, you all just wait a mont, I have so personal business, I'll go check it out first. The plan has been explained to you, as soon as we get dostic approval, you execute it imdiately."
"Huh?"
Amidst their bewildered gazes, Zhang Beixing quickly disappeared.
Leaving them standing there dumbfounded.
"Have we been left behind by the Minister again?"
"Huh?"
"Seems like it..."
"What a sha!"
"..."
In the gap of their bewildernt, Zhang Beixing had already dashed hundreds of ters away and arrived at a dimly lit alley.
He originally intended to wait for the dostic news.
But the existence of the D&eE organization was like a fishbone, leaving Zhang Beixing with a lump in his throat, extrely uncomfortable.
The sudden appearance of the genetic serum further made Zhang Beixing feel a hint of threat.
Today's silly result, Zhang Beixing didn't care; if all the experintal subjects turned out like this, what threat would there be?
Even if the quantity is huge, so what? Aren't they still made of flesh, still afraid of bullets?
Even if they manage to train so many Grandmaster Martial Artists with no intelligence, in battle, wouldn't they still be overwheld?
Only those with intelligence, paired with a good physique, and powerful hot weapons, can pose a sufficiently strong threat on the battlefield!
Zhang Beixing sifted through his thoughts.
The main force of Golden Wind was in Ancient Ro, which had almost been squeezed into a second-rate family in Ro before, and only recently got a bit of relief with his help, naturally not being very familiar with monitoring other regions.
Looking for Golden Wind would be of no help.
Turning to Leng Bing? Forget it, Leng Bing's side is even less useful than Golden Wind.
Sigh, it's a pity there aren't enough international friends, otherwise, wouldn't it be their turn to make a move personally?
Zhang Beixing simply pulled a Backstab Spear, directly returning to the casino where the Black Bear Organization invited him today.
Most of today's visitors were still present.
Zhang Beixing could tell from the number of cars in the parking lot.
These people have already finished their fights; why haven't they left? What shady matters are they planning?
Zhang Beixing doesn't believe that these top figures from various factions are truly so fanatic about gambling?
Surely there's sothing fishy!
Discreetly infiltrating inside, Zhang Beixing easily found the place where they were gathered.
A group of people was watching a middle-aged man in a room through glass, forcibly injected with a biological agent.
Indeed!
Previously, Zhang Beixing had only speculated, now it is confird.
He carried recording equipnt identical to the team mbers with him.
Zhang Beixing directly activated the recording equipnt's network button, simultaneously transmitting the recorded video back to the holand.
The Ninth Bureau's team mbers are basically equipped with this, due to The Ninth Bureau's particularity, even the communication network is exclusively used.
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