Luo Zheng's face changed drastically upon hearing the ambassador's description, his brows furrowed as he fell into deep thought. The White House Prison couldn't be moved, nor could the Dark Prison. The only hope was to act on the road, but now that wasn't possible either. All hope was gone. How could this person be rescued? Thinking of this, Luo Zheng grew anxious, slowly raised his head to look at the ambassador, and asked gravely in a deep voice, "Could you please elaborate on the situation with the special train?"
"Certainly." The ambassador could feel Luo Zheng's anxiety and worry, and without holding back, he continued, "We've thoroughly investigated the special train. Previously, when our Advanced Agents were captured, they were transported to the Dark Prison through this thod. If we could, we would have acted long ago. The entire special train is made of bulletproof and explosion-proof steel plates; bullets absolutely cannot penetrate it. The carriage has two ventilation openings on the sides, only about the size of a head, and even if breached, no one can get out. There are two doors, one at the front and one at the back."
"Is there any way to break the doors? How are the carriages connected to each other?" Lan Xue urgently asked, feeling the most anxious without seeing any hope of rescue.
The ambassador glanced at Lan Xue and continued, "Both the front and back are explosion-proof doors with electronic locks that can only be opened from the inside. Each carriage has fifty people responsible for guarding. The number of people transported varies each ti, but the carriages are fixedly connected and cannot be separated. In other words, this armored special train cannot be destroyed, opened, or moved. More importantly, there are shooting holes on both sides of the carriage, allowing those inside to easily fire at people outside."
"Which bastard created such a terrifying ans of transportation?" Luo Zheng said angrily, throwing a glance at Lan Xue, signaling her not to rush, and continued, "Is there any observation posts or shooting holes on the roof of the carriage?"
"You want to break through from above?" The ambassador looked at Luo Zheng in surprise, and upon seeing Luo Zheng nod, he smiled wryly and continued, "That's also impossible. The steel plates above are even thicker and can't be blown open with bombs. There are no observation posts or shooting holes. Even if you bomb the special train with a missile, it won't be damaged. As long as people inside don't co out, you won't be able to open the train and rescue people."
"Does this an we're utterly helpless?" Lan Xue asked in frustration, her face becoming unsightly. If this were true, how could her father be rescued? The thought that she might never see her father again filled Lan Xue's heart with sadness, her eyes full of unresolved sorrow.
"That's essentially the case." The ambassador said helplessly, his expression turning bitter and desolate, as if he suddenly aged several years, his brows furrowed, his face full of contemplation. After a while, he sighed softly and said, "If there was a way, many of our elite agents wouldn't be imprisoned in the Dark Prison and unable to co out until now."
Luo Zheng already knew the ambassador was an old agent and estimated that people closely related to the ambassador must also be held in the Dark Prison, but it wasn't sothing to ask too much about to avoid adding to the sadness. After thinking for a mont, he said, "There's always a way. Let's scout the location later; let Xia Ma accompany us. Is he familiar with the road?"
"No problem. He's very familiar." The ambassador looked at Luo Zheng in confusion but didn't say much, fully agreeing, pulling out his phone and dialed Little Ma's number, telling him to co to the office imdiately.
Soon after, Little Ma arrived, looking at everyone in surprise. The ambassador explained the situation, and Little Ma agreed fully. Luo Zheng sighed in relief. With Little Ma, an actual Ministry of Foreign Affairs official, leading the way alongside the identities of both himself and Lan Xue as Ministry of Foreign Affairs personnel, there was no need to worry even when encountering the police. Thinking it over, he said, "We'll depart in ten minutes. Is there any issue?"
"No problem. In ten minutes, I'll be waiting with the car at the embassy's entrance." Little Ma agreed wholeheartedly, glanced at the ambassador, saw that he had nothing to add, and turned to leave.
"We'll also get ready. Contact us promptly by phone if there are any issues." Luo Zheng said, looking at the ambassador.
The ambassador agreed, escorting the two out of the office. Luo Zheng and Lan Xue hurriedly went to the lodge, entered Lan Xue's room, and Luo Zheng quickly closed the door, took out his phone, and amid Lan Xue's doubts, dialed Jackson's number. This was the number Jackson's father dialed in front of Luo Zheng during the last kidnapping of Jackson's family, which Luo Zheng had prudently noted down.
Shortly after, the call connected, and a puzzled voice ca through. Luo Zheng's face turned stern, signaling Lan Xue not to speak and then coldly said, "You still owe a promise."
"It's you? What do you want?" Jackson replied coldly, deliberately lowering his voice, clearly not wanting those around him to hear, but filled with endless anger.
This detail reassured Luo Zheng; as long as the other party had concerns, it would be manageable. Without being swayed, he coldly said, "I told you, as long as you comply, I won't harm your family. Tell the current situation."
"Your people are detained in the White House Prison's internals. This matter is beyond my reach now." Jackson quickly said.
"That's not the answer I want," Luo Zheng said coldly.
"So what? I know who you are now. If you dare act recklessly, I won't mind making the matter public, thereby provoking a war between the two countries. You couldn't bear that responsibility, Mr. Ghost. We're old friends; I know your tactics, and you know mine. I hope you'll calm down. In our line of work, you understand the rules: no harm to family." Jackson suddenly beca cold and forceful in his tone.
"No harm to family? What a joke. Even if it's against the rules, it was you who started it. Now you're talking to about rules, it's too late. Why did you kidnap our family?" Luo Zheng saw that the other party guessed his identity, so he bluntly said, his cold words carrying a chilling murderous aura.
"It wasn't my responsibility; I was rely executing it. Moreover, matters have reached this point; I'm powerless to intervene. You've been exposed to the fact that you kidnapped my family, and I'm powerless to touch any of it." Jackson said coldly, his words revealing traces of anger.
Luo Zheng naturally wouldn't easily believe Jackson's words and coldly pursued, "Who's responsible?"
"The chief strategist of the Strategic Intelligence Bureau's think tank group, Mr. Charlie." Jackson hesitated and said.
"Charlie? There's no such person." Luo Zheng was taken aback, a cold attempt at probing, his inner suspicions rising.
"That's just insufficient intelligence on your part. He indeed exists, but no one has seen him, including . That's the situation; what more do you want?" Jackson said, lowering his voice.
"When are the people being transported?" Luo Zheng coldly pursued.
Jackson fell silent. Just as Luo Zheng grew impatient, Jackson suddenly sighed and said, "Considering that you saved my life and didn't harm my family, I'll tell you. The departure is scheduled for three days later at 9 AM, using an armored special train for transfer to the Dark Prison. That's all I know. That's what I can say, and our debt is settled. We'll et on the battlefield from now on, fight to the death. If you dare touch my family again, I won't hesitate to eliminate your entire family."
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