Under the vast sky, the moonlight shattered into waves, reflecting the floating white ship, making it appear even purer and flawless.
On the deck.
A hairy hand put down the phone, followed by a slight sigh.
In the end, they still managed to co to their senses.
Even the monkeys in the mountains, if they can survive in a treacherous environnt, they must possess so intelligence—it’s hard to fool them.
As for whether they will keep flip-flopping, like accepting governnt negotiations and choosing a strategic reconciliation with Wei Yi, honestly speaking, the likelihood is slim, it tends more towards a threat, but it can’t be ignored.
To drive the horse while not feeding it, where is the justice in that?
No business operates like this.
Yet Mr. H beside the helicopter was not a businessman; he didn’t care about the so-called rules or external views.
If he were to decide, he would definitely ignore the warlord’s plea for aid, continue to watch from across the shore, squeezing every bit of energy out of the Allied Army without incurring any costs...
Regrettably.
The Allied Army is a chess piece.
So was he.
Chess pieces have no right to choose, they can only follow orders, heed arrangents, just like the assassination attempt on Karuzi.
As he expected.
The mission’s risk factor was too high; the personnel sent for the task never returned, presumably already becoming martyrs.
Movies are just movies.
Those omnipotent superheroes are rely products of fantasy; in reality, forget saving the world, even withstanding the enemy’s severe torture would be impressive.
Of course.
Whether they can keep their mouths shut, Mr. H wasn’t concerned, he hadn’t held any hope for success rate from the beginning, he had naturally prepared for the worst.
Moreover.
Even if the task failed, he still prepared a unique "gift" for the rising star in The East.
Corpses are just montary shocks, not enough to cause long-term nausea.
The sea was very quiet.
The ship was also very quiet.
It seed like between the heavens and the earth, there was only one ship left, Mr. H on the deck, and the helicopter next to him.
"The Allied Army is requesting us to provide military aid in advance..."
Under the bright moonlight, Mr. H held a phone, truthfully reporting the warlord’s request, then waited for a response.
The transmission of the ssage required ti, nearly two hours later, Mr. H received a reply.
Unexpectedly.
The Allied Army got what they wished.
Simultaneously, he was rightfully reprimanded for the assassination attempt’s failure.
Mr. H, who had previously raised objections, did not offer any rebuttals, as he didn’t have the authority to question the decision’s correctness, his sole duty was to complete the task as best as possible.
"Set sail, enter Myanmar’s territorial sea."
Upon receiving the order to provide military aid for the Allied Army, Mr. H issued the command.
The floating white ship started up, stirring waves, slowly leaving the high seas in the silent night.
Unlike the wicked ard warlords, they were international friends, never engaging in unlawful activities, regardless of the region in the world, they would always adhere to local laws and regulations.
As for the work on the ship.
It halted when the assassination squad moved out.
Karuzi.
When Jiang Chen visited the clinic a week later, he pushed open the door to the ward and couldn’t help but raise his eyelids.
Seeing Xia Chuchen’s hands and feet firmly tied to the bed with thick nylon ropes, unable to move, visibly thinner, now skin and bones.
At this point, not numb yet, but Jiang Chen was used to witnessing life and death, yet this was still Boss Luo’s young brother-in-law.
"It was his own request."
The soldier on duty quickly explained, "When the addiction acts up, he often bangs his head against walls, and there’s a risk of self-harm, the doctor also said this is the best thod, though it would be very painful for him."
Banging against walls, self-harm can be countered with physical stimulation against drug cravings.
But being tied like this, one can only rely on pure willpower, as the soldier said, it seems to remove the harm risk for drug addicts, but for the drug addict, it’s a more brutal torture.
Like ntal slicing.
Jiang Chen walked into the ward.
Xia Chuchen’s head was indeed wrapped in gauze, his self-amputated finger not yet healed, limbs tied, reduced to bones, desolate and mournful, as if he could die young at any mont.
Must admit.
This gift is indeed disgustingly sufficient.
He wasn’t asleep, staring with empty eyes, directly at the pale ceiling, only shifting his gaze when Jiang Chen’s face appeared bedside, forcing a smile at Jiang Chen.
"How are you feeling."
Jiang Chen asked in an empty manner.
"Pretty good."
Xia Chuchen forced a grin.
All happy families resemble each other, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Jiang Chen watched him for a while, then leaned over, and untied the hemp rope.
"Don’t..."
"If you can endure not smoking for a week, you might quit smoking, drugs should be similar."
Untying the feet, then the hands.
Jiang Chen straightened up again, "Relying entirely on nutritional support?"
"I’ve gotten used to it, it was the sa when on the ship."
Boss Jiang certainly hadn’t touched narcotics, or even smoked, contributing not a bit to national defense construction, but if one could endure the first week, not speaking of complete cessation, at least the remaining challenges would be easier.
"Are you hungry?"
After untying, Xia Chuchen didn’t act excessively, he responded "um" to the inquiry, "A bit hungry."
Though his vitality was poor, even worse than when caught, yet a palpable indescribable strength grew within him.
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