Watching the only "casualty".
The team mbers felt a bit fortunate.
Luckily.
They were understanding and cooperative with the first question because they truly didn’t know much about the organization’s secrets, not even having heard the na "Kovalro."
They only knew that their organization might be called "Crimson."
Other than the na.
They knew very little.
They were all orphans, adopted by the organization and trained from a young age. However, brutal training, life-threatening selection processes, and cold-hearted instructors only inspired loyalty to the stage of "fear."
They had no family.
And no faith.
Perhaps.
Surviving.
Was their only belief.
Therefore.
Death had beco sothing they were not afraid of, yet imnsely feared, an utterly contradictory ntality.
They didn’t know other mbers in the organization, apart from following the leader. They didn’t understand any other information, even the na "Crimson" was inadvertently ntioned by the leader.
"What will beco of us?" a team mber peered through the iron bars, muttering as he gazed at the corridor walls outside.
Another, sitting in the corner and staring blankly, sneered, "Death."
"I don’t want to die."
"You make it sound as though I do."
"..."
This logic.
Can it be normal?
At this mont.
The leader spoke weakly.
"Stop looking. If we could break out from this place, you should be worried not about the inside but whether you’d get shot dead once outside." The leader, very experienced, educated them.
"...True."
He continued, "For now, the only thing we can do is wait. They spared our lives for a reason, though we don’t know why. Such powers, they certainly don’t need the little intelligence we know."
"Can we discuss our organization now?" a team mber against the wall stared intently at the leader.
As soon as he said this.
The other four mbers also turned their gaze towards him.
Now.
They had been captured, and even if they got out, they couldn’t continue to serve the organization, surely being treated as suspected defectors. Therefore, they wanted to die knowing the truth.
The leader thought for a mont.
At this mont.
This matter wasn’t really significant anymore.
"’Crimson’ is a branch under the organization."
"A branch?"
The four mbers perked up their ears.
"Yes, the organization’s full na is ’Kovalro,’ a global underground organization that has existed for over a hundred years, and ’Crimson’ is just one of its branches. I don’t even know how many branches there are."
"What you’ve seen of ’Crimson’ is just the tip of the iceberg. The training camp where you grew up is just one of the many insignificant camps operated by ’Crimson’."
"’Kovalro’s’ power is extrely formidable, and it is precisely because of this that our previous global missions went so smoothly, even sotis receiving cooperation from local police or the military."
"These are all unofficial personnel from ’Kovalro,’ while ’Crimson’ is rely responsible for training general action teams like ours. I’ve heard there’s another branch responsible for combat, training war agents similar to ’Blackwater’."
"In business terms, we have been partners with ’Blackwater,’ sotis our people temporarily join Blackwater on missions, and at other tis, we are competitors."
"..."
"After all, it’s a huge, complex organization which I only know a little about. If it wants to, there’s almost nothing it can’t do, so don’t think about escaping."
"Even if you got out, death awaits unless you escape to the prival forest and never resurface; otherwise, escape from this organization’s pursuit is impossible." What the leader didn’t tell them was that their bodies all had trackers.
The tracker had a countdown.
Every mission.
Would reset it.
If there was a prolonged loss of contact, a little device in the tracker would activate, releasing a deadly toxin into the bloodstream, and there would be only one result.
Death.
He didn’t remind them.
"Anyway, going out is a death sentence, so why remind? These are all just pawns of the organization, orphans without fathers or mothers. Many other mbers actually have families; that type of person is even easier to control."
"So."
"They."
"Are rely the organization’s ’disposable items.’"
"..."
"On the other hand."
"Tang Qing was designing a massage chair."
"While keeping an eye on this matter."
"In just one hour."
"Thousands of fighters were exchanged and scattered through various teleportation nodes. The organization was huge, needing many hands, though truly belonging to the organization were just over ten thousand people."
"Yet."
"Its non-core mbers had already exceeded twenty thousand, and that’s just those who knew of the organization or its branches. Those unaware or sowhat related but not closely were even far more nurous."
"For instance."
"In Africa."
"In a relatively backward country."
"The head of its military."
"Was a non-core mber of ’Kovalro.’ His subordinates, numbering over fifty thousand soldiers, were also in the dark, with only the head and a few confidants aware of ’Kovalro.’ Those fifty thousand soldiers had no idea."
"However."
"These people were theoretically also ’Kovalro’s’ tentacles, for its actual control."
"So."
"If one were to count these ’tentacles,’ it’d truly be an endless task. Many ’Kovalro’ non-core mbers and protectors were influential locals. All these years of developnt by the fighters faithfully excluded Ling’s achievents."
"’Black Prison’ plus ’Tongtian.’"
"Along with the ’Global Umbrella Project.’"
"Plus personnel from various plans, the established networks still couldn’t match the influence of ’Kovalro.’"
"However."
"Success also whirlwind."
"Failure also whirlwind."
"Within ’Kovalro,’ a significant issue in the organizational structure was its dispersion; each small team, each division, each branch organization had very little interaction with each other."
"Except for the upper class."
"Others had only single line communications."
"Sotis."
"Even if in the sa city, and after a few collaborations, it was still impossible to determine if the other person was a mber of the organization. There was no strict mandate, and neither would the mbers voluntarily expose their own identities; they even had to keep them hidden."
"Because."
"They also didn’t want anyone to know they were people of ’Kovalro.’"
"Both inside and outside."
"There was a notion of ’I don’t want anyone else besides the highest level to know my identity.’ Thus, ’Kovalro’s’ organizational model was set this way decades ago."
"Communication."
"Was also exclusively arranged by the highest managent."
"Each transfer of information."
"Each task distribution."
"Each cooperation."
"All would have different thods and places."
"The sa rendezvous point would never be used a second ti, and their thods of transmitting information varied greatly. Therefore, except for the highest level, even the upper echelons only knew their own people close by."
"Towards the lower mbers."
"Not even knowing their full nas, just a nurical code."
"Such an organizational structure."
"Maximized the concealnt of its mbers."
"The degree of secrecy."
"It wasn’t inferior to the intelligence officers of various countries, and was even more clandestine."
"However."
"The downside was also quite obvious."
"For example."
"One ’tentacle’ being ’cut off,’ then soone replacing the new ’tentacle.’ They wouldn’t even realize it, as the highest ranks of the organization had only nas and information. They couldn’t monitor all mbers in real-ti like Tang Qing."
"The core content of ’The Dragon Eats the Elephant.’"
"Was to replace a few ’key tentacles’ for them."
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