One day later.
In the heart of Gonda Town, at the entrance of a luxurious estate, a dozen ard militants watched the passing crowd warily. There was a small parking area on the side with several pickups and off-road vehicles parked. In the desert region, only these types of vehicles were practical. Passing through the gate, there was a garden complete with artificial hills, flowing water, cascading fountains, and swimming pools, as well as various uniquely shaped cacti. So people were diligently tending to the garden, while ard personnel road around with their guns slung over their shoulders.
Through the garden was a grand reception hall, with rhino skin sofas, crystal stone coffee tables, marble floors, and large crystal chandeliers. The luxurious decor clashed with the impoverished town. However, the owner of the house didn't feel a trace of pride; instead, his face was somber as he looked toward the people sitting beside him.
There was only one person who would build such a luxurious estate in a small town—the leader of the Terrorist Organization. After Luo Zheng's attack and his composed departure, the town sustained enormous losses and the leader's authority was challenged. The whole town was watching the leader, waiting for an explanation. He was acutely aware that if the perpetrator was not caught, his status and authority would waver in the eyes of the people. In light of this, the leader appointed his trusted subordinates to chase the culprit and also involved the cooperating party Snow Bear in the pursuit.
To ensure a flawless operation, the leader even dispatched his Death God Team, but the results were far from satisfactory. His n inexplicably clashed with the Wata Organization, suffering heavy losses without a glimpse of the perpetrator, which infuriated the leader. However, he managed to control his anger, avoiding an imdiate outbreak. His expression remained cold and stern as he looked at Casiva, Xinzi, and the captain of the Death God Team.
Casiva was also fuming, and had it not been for the fact that he was on the leader's territory, he would have erupted in anger. He had thought following these robed figures would lead him to his target, but instead, he had been led to the town only for the target to vanish. Casiva's anger toward the robed figures was palpable, but he did not dare to lash out. His severe gaze turned to the leader—a man in a black robe and hat, with a square face and a full, salt-and-pepper beard, his breath sowhat labored, and a face weathered with age. Yet his eyes, barely open, twinkled with profound depth that demanded respect.
"Xinzi, you tell , what exactly are they here for? I have no grievances with Huaxia Country, why have they co to trouble ?" the leader said somberly to Xinzi, his face solemn.
Xinzi gave an awkward smile and hastily replied with a forced laughter, "Leader, I really don't know their purpose. I tried to pry for several days to no avail—they are tight-lipped. However, I do have the feeling they are looking for you. Last ti they entered the town, one of them ca with , saying they wanted to find soone in town who has a say."
"Looking for ?" the leader's chilling gaze remained unaltered, as though he took no heed of the matter, but internally, a storm was brewing. Huaxia Country is traditionally neutral, not readily exercising military force abroad, and there were no hard feelings; there was no reason for an attack. What puzzle lay within this?
"Respected leader, we want to know the whereabouts of those bastards, so, please, offer us help," Casiva said, not wanting to waste ti with pointless talk. Sensing that the other party might know the target's location, he got straight to the point, his gaze coldly fixed on the leader without a shred of fear, yet feeling internally mortified—a respectable military officer, now cooperating with terrorists, he could no longer hold his head high if word got out.
The leader did not imdiately respond to Casiva's words, instead, he looked at his Death God Team leader. The squad leader's frosty gaze locked onto Casiva like a blade's edge, his expression turning harsh. A re soldier dared to speak to the leader in such a commanding tone, which the squad leader found infuriating. He huffed coldly, his warning clear, then respectfully bowed to the leader and said, "I have already ascertained their whereabouts and dispatched Agent Thirteen."
"Number 13? Then I can rest easy, nobody can escape Number 13's assassination." The Great Leader laughed easily upon hearing this, his trust apparent.
Casiva glared coldly at the team captain, feeling his dignity challenged, and said discontentedly, "I don't care about your numbers, I just want to know where they are? I want to go and twist their necks with my own hands."
"With your exceptional strength, do you need our help? You can go find them yourself." The team captain retorted coldly, leaving no quarter for Casiva, his disgust clear in his words.
The Great Leader watched the two without revealing his thoughts, suspecting that there was so misunderstanding between them. After so thought, he decided that they couldn't afford to offend Arctic Bear—at least not until the promised benefits were received and the matter couldn't be allowed to sour. He imdiately gave the team captain a look, who, understanding the signal, nodded and stepped back, practicing mindfulness, as if nothing had happened just monts before.
"Mr. Casiva, we are already doing what we should," the Great Leader said calmly, his voice even but edged with multiple anings—a warning, a reminder, and dissatisfaction. "What about the things your country promised? If there's no sincerity, God will be angry, and my brothers will no longer put forth the effort to search."
If it were a person experienced in diplomacy or business negotiations, they could discern the subtleties in his words, but Casiva was a military man, and a proud Snow Bear warrior at that. Preferring straightforwardness, he did not catch the underlying ssage, his expression turning frosty as he said discontentedly, "You know where those bastards are but you don't inform us. That makes doubt your commitnt and attitude toward our cooperation. As for whatever my country promised, that has nothing to do with , you need to find the person who made the promises. I have only one mission, to kill that bastard."
Upon hearing this, the Great Leader's face turned ugly. He stared coldly at Casiva without saying a word. anwhile, Xinzi was laughing up a storm internally, looking at Casiva with glee, mocking his idiotic speech and behavior, yet outwardly remaining composed as she spoke in the local dialect about Casiva's people shooting civilians and using violent interrogation tactics.
When the Great Leader heard of this, he looked toward the cloaked team captain and saw a confirming nod, which made his expression grow even darker. He glared at Casiva, a malicious fierceness flashing in his eyes like that of a hungry wolf, and said in a displeased tone, "Mr. Casiva, you shot civilians to obtain information?"
"Yeah, they deserved to die, not telling the truth," Casiva said indifferently.
"Very well. The children of God are one family, we can fight among ourselves, but we will not tolerate outsiders bullying civilians," the Great Leader said coldly, rage apparent. "You are from Arctic Bear Country, and you shot civilians, which makes you an enemy of our entire nation. You must be held accountable for your arrogance. Out of respect for our past cooperation, I will let you go. Our collaboration is over. I give you one day to leave this place. After one day, hmph," he declared, his murderous intent surging.
"Eh?" Casiva looked at the Great Leader in astonishnt, seeing that the slight closing of his eyes hid a flicker of killing intent. He suddenly realized that sothing was amiss, but quickly adjusted his attitude. A strong Snow Bear warrior did not need to compromise with anyone. Casiva glanced coldly at Xinzi as a warning, then strode off.
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