The special train of Sam Country exploded, the castle was bombed, countless died and injured, brothers captured—could there be any good outco? Luo Zheng had already ntally prepared for the worst, but judging from Hong ihua's tone, things were more serious than he had estimated. Shocked, he quickly said, "What happened? If possible, co back quickly for a discussion."
"Alright, I'll tell you more when I get back. Let's et in your room." Hong ihua agreed and hung up the phone.
Luo Zheng looked at his phone and fell into deep thought. Everyone around looked at him without speaking, patiently waiting. After more than a minute, Luo Zheng turned to them, face grave, and said in a low voice, "Let's go, we'll talk back there." Although there weren't many people in the guesthouse, and they were all internal staff, there could be spies around, which would be troubleso. Luo Zheng didn't dare discuss serious matters in the cafeteria.
Understanding that sothing had happened, everyone agreed, got up, and left, heading to the guesthouse. They entered Luo Zheng's room, each finding a place to sit and looked at Luo Zheng, seeing him lost in thought and not intending to speak. They waited patiently.
Before long, Hong ihua hurriedly knocked on the door, entered with a very troubled expression. The three brothers were surprised to see her, quickly stood up to greet her. However, Hong ihua, with matters on her mind, just said hello and found a place to sit, anxiously looking at Luo Zheng and said, "The situation is clear, the brothers are indeed detained in the White House underground prison, guarded by the Special Service Bureau. The injured are also being treated in the underground prison, but details are unclear."
"As expected, they are there." Luo Zheng's face darkened with anger, saying, any place could be rescued except the White House underground prison; it's simply impossible to break in unless it's conquered, which is not feasible now.
"According to reliable information, everyone will be transferred to the Dark Prison within three days, but the specific ti is unknown. Only the Inner Guard Captain of the Special Intelligence Bureau knows it, even the director doesn't know. The President of Sam personally oversees this matter and has entrusted full responsibility to the inner guard, everyone else is not allowed to intervene." Hong ihua said with a heavy face.
"Within three days?" Luo Zheng was shocked when he heard it, jumped up, staring closely at Hong ihua, seeing she wasn't lying, his heart sank. It's impossible to rescue people within three days, more so from the White House underground prison. There wasn't even a glimr of hope, what to do?
"This is a hard nut to crack, to go by train or plane?" Lan Xue pondered and asked.
"It's hard to say, no one knows, not even the exact date." Hong ihua said helplessly.
Upon hearing this, everyone's face turned extrely gloomy. If it were a regular prison, risking their lives might succeed, but held in the White House's underground, risking it would be futile, impossible to succeed. Without knowing the exact ti or transportation, there's no way to execute a rescue. The Dark Prison is even more impossible for rescue, what to do? Everyone looked at Luo Zheng worriedly.
Luo Zheng's face was extrely solemn, his brows tightly furrowed, as he stood by the window, looking outside. The sky had darkened, the city lights turned on, and neon lights on the streets flashed, adding more color to the bustling city. A cold wind blew slowly, and people hurried by, as the weather got colder.
After a while, Luo Zheng realized everyone was looking at him, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, saying, "We have no better plan for now. Does anyone have any ideas? Feel free to share, maybe we can co up with a solution."
Everyone exchanged glances, lowered their heads in thought. Even questions that stumped Luo Zheng, no one else could think of a better way. The room fell silent; after a while, Luo Zheng sighed silently and said, "Since there's no better plan, let's break for now. Think over it, and anyone who cos up with sothing can co find anyti. I also need so ti alone."
Things had reached a stalemate; they couldn't storm the White House to rescue them, couldn't intercept them mid-transfer, and the Dark Prison was hundreds of ters underground, with only one entrance. The entrance defended by a regular brigade leaves no loophole to exploit, making rescue impossible.
Everyone exchanged glances, nodded, and scattered back to their own rooms. In no ti, only Luo Zheng remained in the room, realizing that prison break was impossible, mid-transport rescues were also out of the question, and kidnapping for hostage exchange was too late. What to do? Luo Zheng fell into deep thought again, his brain felt like it was swelling with no apparent solution; he decided to close his eyes and rest a bit.
Who knows how much ti passed, Luo Zheng felt his phone vibrating, instinctively awakened, took it out and saw it was Lan Xing's call, unexpectedly asked, "What's going on?"
"Nothing, but your friend Hook called for help, saying Sam Country ford a coalition to attack them with nothing but tactical missiles, currently being deployed. Their tribe isn't a match and wanted our help, but considering you're also tied up, we couldn't send support. I was told to decline, but considering you're friends, I thought you'd need to know." Lan Xing explained.
"There's really no way to help them now, they should avoid direct confrontation, and possibly relocate to avoid the tactical missile's precision strikes. Nevertheless, their familiarity with the prival forest should suffice to evade ground troops. Sam Country wouldn't dare deploy large forces there anyway, at most a few Special Forces for reconnaissance to guide missile coordinates. They should be cautious of that," Luo Zheng said helplessly, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he sat up asking, "What did you just say?"
"I said Hook called for help, what happened to you?" Lan Xing asked surprised.
"Not that, after that." Luo Zheng urgently asked.
"After that?" Lan Xing got even more confused, what was after that? Lan Xing thought for a mont and continued, "After that, I ntioned that considering your current situation, we refused them, also that Sam Country ford a coalition to use tactical missiles, but it's still in preparation, should be ready soon, why?"
"Yes, that's it. Which kind of tactical missile is being used?" Luo Zheng asked excitedly.
"Short-range surface-to-surface ballistic missiles, Sam Country reached a strategic cooperation with a nation in the region, providing land for Sam Country to set up a military base by the sea, using this opportunity to intimidate the Hook Tribe and showcase their strategic might. The ans are nothing new, really. As our country is distant and not on the best terms with the region, all we can do is watch," Lan Xing explained.
"Short-range surface-to-surface ballistic missiles? Are these the vehicle-launched kind?" Luo Zheng asked surprised.
"Yeah, why are you asking in such detail? Oh right, any progress with the rescue?" Lan Xing asked curiously.
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