National Blade Special Service Bureau Wu Jin Office, the warm winter sun at noon streams through the window, bringing a hint of warmth, yet unable to disperse Wu Jin's iron-blue expression. Sitting across from Wu Jin are Hong ihua and Mountain Eagle, both silent and in deep thought. After a mont, Wu Jin's expression turns earnest, looking seriously at Hong ihua and Mountain Eagle, saying: "The Fourth Squadron is facing its greatest crisis since its founding; whether it can overco this depends on yourselves. First, you officers must not lose your composure."
"Enough of this empty talk. There's still no news of Ghost, Sam Country is still investigating, Lan Xue and the others are stuck in the hotel and can't get out. Just say it straight, are you letting us go to help, or not?" Hong ihua asked urgently.
"I understand your feelings. There's one problem I hope you'll take seriously: why hasn't Ghost contacted us yet?" Wu Jin reminded gravely.
"Hiss?" This question was sothing Hong ihua and Mountain Eagle hadn't considered. Hearing Wu Jin's reminder, both fell into deep thought. After a while, Hong ihua suddenly said: "Are you suggesting that Ghost may have infiltrated Sam Country's capital, feeling guilty and responsible, and wants to exact revenge alone? Shouldn't we be more inclined to help then?"
"Exactly, he certainly can't do it alone." Mountain Eagle said urgently too: "The applications for action from the brothers have all been written, if there's no action soon, I can't hold them back."
"Don't try to fool with that, also, Hong ihua, you're only half right." Wu Jin said coldly, casting a glare at Mountain Eagle, who could only give a bitter smile without arguing back. Wu Jin turned to Hong ihua and continued: "Ghost feels guilty and responsible, doesn't want to involve more people, wants to rescue alone. You're right about that. The other point you've overlooked, which is very inappropriate."
"You're saying Ghost sees the timing isn't mature enough, so doesn't want us to go help?" Hong ihua asked in surprise.
"Exactly, right now Sam Country is surely on high alert, their intelligence agencies would already have an eye on us. Any movent here would alert them instantly. Ghost and the others blew up the castle, causing nurous casualties, Ghost Hand and others killed many while breaking through. Sam Country is like a powder keg now—your presence would only ignite it, many would be sent to their deaths. Ghost undoubtedly realizes this, which is why he hasn't contacted you, to prevent you from going to help." Wu Jin analyzed seriously.
Hong ihua was stunned, saying bitterly: "Understood, then what do we do? We can't just sit and wait to die. I have a suggestion: I'll go in alone, others stay ready."
"No, if you're going, I'm going with you." Mountain Eagle quickly said.
"No, you stay to lead the team." Hong ihua refused.
"Stop arguing." Seeing the two still wanting to debate, Wu Jin quickly intervened: "Since Ghost doesn't want you to go, you can't go. However, Hong ihua going alone is more appropriate, others stay ready, be prepared to act at any ti."
"Yes, thank you, leader." Hong ihua was elated, quickly responding.
Mountain Eagle looked bitter, unsure what to say, although unwilling, he couldn't disobey orders, looking at Wu Jin expectantly, hoping Wu Jin might change his mind. Wu Jin took in Mountain Eagle's expression completely, his face stern, he said seriously: "Mountain Eagle, your team needs leadership. Once the order is given, you must be ready imdiately. Without you, the unit can't function."
"Deputy Commander Zhou Gang is there, it's fine." Mountain Eagle quickly argued.
"Don't rush, I estimate Ghost will soon move you over to help, rescuing allies isn't a minor task, he can't do it alone. But at first, too many people are unnecessary, they might ss things up. Hong ihua is a spy, skilled at disguise, gathering intelligence and more; her singular presence will have a smaller profile, won't expose us, and can help Ghost. Now is not the ti for battle, your turn hasn't co yet. Once the battle begins, do you think Ghost will let you idle at ho? Understood?" Wu Jin patiently explained.
"Alright." Mountain Eagle reluctantly agreed, looking at Hong ihua, he said seriously: "Chief, it's up to you."
"What are you talking about? I'm your officer and also your brother. When brothers are in trouble, it's my duty to rescue them." Hong ihua glared at Mountain Eagle displeased, then turned to Wu Jin, suddenly thought of sothing, and continued: "I'll travel via a third-party country, using another identity, and will leave shortly, but need two days, back ho I'll leave to your care."
"No problem, I've been living at the command post these days. Once you arrive, the priority is finding Ghost. This stubborn fool likely won't contact us. You must find him first, tell him everyone is paying attention to this, rescuing allies isn't his alone task, it's the entire Fourth Squadron's, the National Blade Special Service Bureau's, and more broadly, the National Security Strategy Bureau's task, he cannot act rashly." Wu Jin sternly cautioned.
"Yes." Hong ihua quickly responded.
Almost simultaneously, Luo Zheng was sitting in a restaurant having lunch, his thoughts were indeed in line with Wu Jin's analysis, the reason he hadn't contacted everyone was because he wanted to rescue his brothers alone, feeling only that could bring him so relief. This mission's failure left Luo Zheng unable to forgive himself, having given the order to surrender; if he doesn't rescue them, he feels he can't face the world.
The streets were filled with more patrolling officers, who approached suspicious individuals to inquire, check docunts, targeting Eastern-looking people—clearly a targeted effort, a detail making Luo Zheng realize the enemy was searching for him. To venture out recklessly would an death, yet he can't sit and wait either, what to do?
"Should I seek protection from the Embassy?" Luo Zheng pondered, suddenly noticing a news bulletin on TV, the host passionately stating the country had captured a terrorist organization, Luo Zheng was shocked, focusing his gaze—it was dim, hard to see clearly, but he could make out troops and police surrounding a group.
Soon, many were carried onto ambulances and police vehicles, one face close-up appeared on cara—it was Snow Leopard, hands shackled, face filled with hostility, quickly hooded with black headgear and shoved into a police car. The scene switched quickly, but Luo Zheng instantly recognized Snow Leopard's face, growing grim, eyes fixed on the screen, trying to spot more people.
Then, the scene cut to the host, effusively praising the national enforcent agencies for their firm action, courage facing terrorists, battle bravery—full of acclaim. Luo Zheng couldn't be bothered listening further, looking out the window, his gaze gradually turning cold, internally deciding to proceed with the rescue swiftly.
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