"Yes, if it's just about rescuing people, do we need to deploy ten thousand troops?" Hunter coldly retorted, his eyes sparkling with wisdom and cunning, presenting the deanor of a shrewd old strategist. As a major general born from the battlefield, although he now works as a staff officer, his past combat experience remains, along with so high-level political experiences, knowing more than most people.
At this mont, Hunter noticed the confusion on the regint commander's face as he looked at him, considering the future need for this person's assistance. Revealing a bit could also help close the distance, so after thinking it over, he said softly, "This matter relates to national strategic deploynt. There are more than ten countries in the region, which is a traditional interest zone of our country. It cannot allow any issues to arise, hence the Hook Tribe must be thoroughly cleaned up. Furthermore, so countries have developed ulterior motives, stationing ten thousand regular troops helps with deterrence and prevents unforeseen incidents. This is top secret."
"Yes, we will ensure strict confidentiality." The regint commander was shocked and hurriedly agreed: "Thank you for your reminder, commander. I will strongly support your work and comply with your orders. Please do command."
"Hmm, I need to carefully consider tomorrow's negotiation matters; go tell Jackson to take the transport plane I ca with back to the country. The President wants to see him, so I won't go." Hunter said with satisfaction.
"Yes, you can rest here." The regint commander quickly agreed, offering his own tent, saluting, and hurriedly leaving to find Jackson.
Jackson was resting in his tent, and upon seeing the regint commander approach, he guessed there was sothing up and asked, "Has the decision from above been made? Tell , how are they going to handle ?"
"Don't say it like that. Specifically, I'm not sure either. The intention from above is to have you take the transport plane back ho. The President wants to see you. I'm not sure about the specifics." The regint commander explained apologetically.
"The President wants to see ?" Jackson was stunned, then quickly delighted. If they wanted to deal with him, just an order would suffice, there wouldn't be the need to et the President. This arrangent only has one explanation, there's a task waiting for him. His eyes shone with excitent, but he quickly concealed it, and said flatly, "Understood, thank you for conveying the ssage. I'll pack up and head off."
"Old friends?" The regint commander said with a wry smile.
"Don't say that. Thank you for your trust and support. No matter what, we're good friends. Maybe we'll have a chance to collaborate in the future. Take care. It's a regret of mine not to have a match against my opponent. I hope you can help solve this regret. If you catch the opponent, please call ." Jackson said solemnly.
"Don't worry, I will." The regint commander agreed and waited silently outside the tent. Soon, Jackson erged. After seeing Jackson off on the helicopter, the regint commander went to rest in a tent, his heart filled with excitent. Information like "dostic reinforcents and expanding regional control" brought by Hunter gave the regint commander hope for grand plans.
Early the next morning, the regint commander washed up and personally brought breakfast to Hunter. The two ate and chatted about the negotiations. After eating and drinking their fill, they walked out of the tent, ready to set off. The regint commander imdiately called over the guards and shouted, "Have the guard platoon assemble."
"Wait a mont." Hunter called out.
The regint commander looked at Hunter in surprise, and Hunter casually asked, "How many people would be appropriate to bring?"
"This?" The regint commander looked at Hunter in disbelief.
"Having too many would create misunderstandings and breed hostility; too few would be ineffective, better not to bring any at all. Just the two of us will do. Let's go. If I'm not afraid, why should you be?" Hunter said with indifference, appearing unconcerned.
"Yes." The regint commander was impressed by Hunter's deanor, wholeheartedly agreed, and handed the troops over to the deputy regint commander and other military officers. Seeing Hunter without a sidearm, he also took off his sidearm and gave it to the guards for safekeeping, then followed Hunter forward.
The two talked and walked about the events that had happened, with Hunter thoroughly inquiring about the battle details, not missing any aspect, especially the enemy's counterattack thods. He was eager to understand the opponent's temperant and style more deeply. Three kiloters weren't far, and the two unknowingly arrived at the trench line, discovered by the reconnaissance personnel.
The reconnaissance personnel were from the Hook Tribe, and without a common language, they couldn't communicate. Seeing the two seemingly without hostility, plus being inford by Hook that negotiation representatives might co by, they ordered them to stay put and quickly contacted their superiors via walkie-talkie. Hunter cooperated while secretly observing the ard mbers of the Hook Tribe, amazed that these people exhibited so traits of disciplined regular troops. This was an issue overlooked by everyone, no wonder the troops were defeated. He gave the regint commander a glance, and the commander awkwardly smiled without explaining anything. Ard mbers might not understand the international language, but the communications through the walkie-talkie could be transmitted and overheard, which would be an embarrassnt if caught.
Before long, Hook arrived hurriedly with Lang Sen. The opposing side only brought two people and didn't have a sidearm, so Hook naturally wouldn't bring many people over, especially with a ten-mber reconnaissance team already there, leaving no security concerns. Wearing an invisible earpiece, Hook could communicate with Luo Zheng at any mont.
Huaxia Country only provided support covertly and can't appear publicly. Such formal negotiations naturally couldn't involve them. If detected by satellite surveillance, it would be troubleso, and Luo Zheng instructed Hook to bring Lang Sen over.
Hook strode up, stopped three ters from Hunter, sizing him up, while Hunter also secretly assessed Hook, showing a faint smile on his face. The smile carried a hint of friendliness, but in Hook's eyes, it was like a cunning fox from the forest trying to confuse its opponent. Hook was no longer the native he used to be, his perspective and psychological quality greatly improved, yet he didn't reveal it but simply looked at the other without speaking. Since the other ca to negotiate, Hook adhered to Luo Zheng's reminder and wouldn't initiate the conversation.
The two faced off like this, neither taking the initiative to speak. Lang Sen impatiently stared at Hunter and the regint commander, his eyes cold like a hungry wolf in the forest, exuding intense killing intent as if ready to strike, yet his feet were firmly nailed to the ground, bringing invisible pressure to Hunter and the regint commander.
"You are Hook?" Hunter noted Hook's calm deanor, which didn't match the information, valuing him more highly. Silently cursing the intelligence departnt's failures, they didn't know the opponent's character, no wonder they lost every encounter. However, his face remained placid, as if casually chatting with an old friend.
"Who are you?" Hook replied coldly in the international language, showing a deanor that keeps others at arm's length.
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