"Huh?" Mr. Li thought of several people at the base who were suitable for this mission, like the Drunkard, Snow Fox, and others, but he didn't expect Wu Jin to choose Ghost. He beca curious and, seeing Wu Jin's determined look and full confidence, he grew even more doubtful and asked, "I know the kid has so skill, but it's not enough for this task. Give your reasons, why choose him?"
"Intuition," Wu Jin honestly said, noticing Mr. Li's dissatisfaction—how could such an important decision be based on intuition? He quickly explained, "Commander, this is a grave matter, naturally it cannot be taken lightly. But my first intuition is that he is up to it. Think about it, the Wild Wolf rcenary Group was wiped out by him, the Reincarnation Killer Organization also repeatedly suffered setbacks, not to ntion the current security mission at the Military Research Institute; none of these are small feats. By his abilities alone, which could he have handled?"
"What are you trying to say?" asked Mr. Li, his expression becoming serious as he pondered.
"After summarizing the base's operations involving Ghost, a considerable number of people believe Ghost is quite lucky, and though luck is elusive, it can save lives on the battlefield. Throughout his journey, his luck has indeed been very good, that's one thing. But I believe the key is point two, and that is his tactical thinking. Ghost has a very creative approach, and such a mind is not easily predicted by others. Of course, we can't ignore that his combat skills aren't bad either," Wu Jin patiently explained.
"Luck? Thinking and ability?" Mr. Li fell into deep thought.
Wu Jin did not disturb him. The matter was too important, and Wu Jin could only recomnd soone from his heart and honestly share his feelings, leaving the final decision to Mr. Li.
After a mont of contemplation, Mr. Li said, "You make so valid points. That kid went from a border soldier to becoming our Soldier King, surviving nurous brushes with death and enduring many hardships. Indeed, he has so fortune on his side, and his tactical thinking isn't bad either. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to complete various tasks. Although his personal strength is still a ways off from an Elite Soldier King, he's worth a try. I hope he doesn't disappoint us."
"There's another thing, his team works very well together, everyone respects Luo Zheng. I've fought alongside Ghost, and I found that once he's on the battlefield, he's a completely different person, very calm, and moreover, he's very skillful in utilizing his surroundings. No problem there," Wu Jin said earnestly.
Mr. Li's expression stiffened as he picked up a docunt and handed it over, saying, "All right, you must complete the mission before the delegation departs. This is the intelligence provided by the Intelligence Team on the poison research base, destroy it."
"Yes!" Wu Jin imdiately accepted the task, thinking about the fact that the Japanese had dared to use poison to attack the national leader, and the number '731' involuntarily flashed in his mind. As descendants of Huaxia, who wouldn't know what that ant, what it represented? His fist clenched tightly, he wished he could go to the frontline to fight personally.
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Luo Zheng didn't know the new mission had already been decided. After being rescued, he erged from the forest, handed the car over to the police to take back to Beijing, and himself took a helicopter to the Military Research Institute. Lan Xue and others who received the news all ca out to greet him. Seeing Luo Zheng unhard, everyone quietly let out a sigh of relief. Without saying much, Luo Zheng gestured for the helicopter to return, and after everyone had returned to their respective posts, he signaled Lan Xue to find a private room to sit down in. He then detailed the encounter with the n in black.
Upon hearing this, Lan Xue beca anxious, scrutinizing Luo Zheng up and down with a worried eye that made him uncomfortable. After confirming that Luo Zheng was indeed uninjured, she let her guard down and started to think. Suddenly, her expression sharpened, and she said in a low voice, "Could it be the Song family's doing?"
"The Song family? The reason?" Luo Zheng asked back in surprise.
"It is said that major families have the habit of keeping Death Soldiers, but, that's just hearsay without evidence. If they do keep them, they wouldn't boast about it, after all, it's illegal. But there might be so truth to these rumors. We should still be careful. If it really was the Song family, then they definitely had more than six, and there could be even more," Lan Xue said seriously, her expression turning icy.
"No matter how many, just deal with them all," Luo Zheng said nonchalantly, noticing the worry in Lan Xue's eyes. He straightened his expression and explained, "Worrying about it won't help; just deal with each move as it cos. Don't worry, those Death Soldiers are not simple, but they are not invincible. As long as we handle it well, we still have a fighting chance."
"That's true," Lan Xue realized her worry was getting the better of her and nodded, "The recording has been handed over to the authorities. The Song family sent out Song Tao to deal with the fallout, framing it as an assassin trying to fra the Song family. A courthouse won't take the word of an assassin who killed Song Yang, so..."
"So, the Song family has dodged another bullet?" Luo Zheng interrupted Lan Xue.
"That's one way to put it. Song Yang, to the Song family, was just one of many mbers. They could afford his loss. As for Song Yang revealing the whereabouts of your family, with him dead and no evidence, the matter dropped there. It's a delicate ti now; you mustn't act rashly," Lan Xue warned Luo Zheng worriedly.
"Don't worry. With Song Yang dead, the Song family has suffered a loss. If those six n in black were indeed Death Soldiers from the Song family, consider it the interest collected for now. The debt with the Song family can be settled slowly; there will be opportunities," Luo Zheng said calmly, not blinded by hatred.
Lan Xue heard this and breathed a sigh of relief, her icy expression softening substantially.
In a luxurious villa area in Beijing, within a grand estate mansion.
Song Haitian looked gloomily at Song Tao, his barely open eyes brimming with killing intent. With Song Yang dead, the Song family's face had been slapped once again, and quite resoundingly at that. This was hard for the proud Song Haitian to bear, his cold gaze drilling into Song Tao.
Song Tao, lost in thought and sensing a chill, quickly looked up and said, "Dad, the Song family's dignity must not be tarnished. We have to avenge Song Yang's death. Do you have a plan?"
"Our six strongest Death Soldiers have gone without a trace. We've all underestimated that bastard's capabilities. The priority isn't revenge, but cleaning up our tracks. Tell , was the helicopter destroyed? What about the pilot? Rember, underestimating the enemy is a death sentence. We've made that mistake before and absolutely cannot afford to make it again. The people from National Blade are stronger than we thought. If we aren't clean, they could easily trace it back to us," Song Haitian said coldly, a hint of humiliation surfacing in his murderous eyes. When had the Song family ever been slapped in the face like this?
"Don't worry, both man and machine were destroyed, crashed into a cliff, leaving no trace," Song Tao said coldly.
"Good, from now on, we need to take that bastard seriously. Gather intelligence as quickly as possible and find his weaknesses. The Song family must avenge any grievance, right?" Song Haitian's cold voice commanded, his eyes shining with determination.
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