Ye Hao looked directly, without flinching: "It ca from heritage."
Tang Xiangdong looked into Ye Hao's eyes for a long ti before nodding: "If your heritage had appeared decades ago, Huaxia would have supported you without hesitation, but your heritage ca too late. Huaxia already has much of it and doesn't want a second set appearing."
It seed as if Tang Xiangdong was telling Ye Hao sothing, but it also felt like he was warning him—Huaxia doesn't want things they already have to reappear.
Ye Hao nodded with a smile and said, "I understand, so I've always adhered to my principles. My family has not crossed that line. I am a Huaxia person, and I will not do anything to betray Huaxia."
"We all trust you, but you also have to understand, from our positions, that there are too many things we need to control," Tang Xiangdong replied.
"I understand. I am very happy to have had this conversation with the Chairman today. I believe you will understand my actions in the future. I, Ye Hao, am not talented, but I will never do anything to betray Huaxia," Ye Hao said with a smile.
"That's reassuring. Let's have a drink outside! Your Aunt Yun Yuan has made so snacks."
"Alright."
...
Qin Army was captured and taken to the eighteenth lower floor of the Yanjing Military District. Twenty hours had quietly passed, and during this ti, Qin Army lost his initial composure. He was a bit scared that the God organization's people wouldn't be able to rescue him.
In these twenty hours, five groups of people had co to interrogate him in succession, but no rescuers appeared.
"God won't abandon , right? Alas! It seems my fate is hanging by a thread!" Qin Army muttered softly to himself from where he lay slumped on the sofa in the room.
Just then, Mrs. Lan, a captain outside the door, brought a basket of dishes, several plates, and a large bucket of rice. As she arrived, she smiled and said, "Everyone, your late-night snack is here. Co eat before you continue your watch!"
"Finally, Old Zhang's cooking has arrived."
"Haha, I just ate in the afternoon, and now I can't wait to eat again."
A dozen or so ard guards moved forward eagerly to get their food, except Zheng Shuang and his partner, who stayed by the door, unmoved.
Seeing this, Mrs. Lan smiled and said, "Young comrades, co have a al first! It's the eighteenth lower floor—how could anyone possibly sneak in here?"
"No need," Zheng Shuang refused directly. His partner just shrugged, not daring to say anything.
"Haha, it's good if you're not hungry," Mrs. Lan said while sitting next to the guards, watching them eat with relish.
Suddenly, Zheng Shuang seed to catch a whiff of blood—a thick and pungent sll—but he couldn't tell where it was coming from.
When Zheng Shuang looked at Mrs. Lan's wrist, he noticed fresh red blood oozing from it.
The other guards noticed and went over collectively, asking, "Mrs. Lan, are you alright?"
"I… I don't want to live… Boohoo…" Mrs. Lan started sobbing loudly.
Zheng Shuang's partner rushed over when he saw this. He had a bit of filial piety, after all, Mrs. Lan was quite elderly.
"What's wrong?" the guards asked, seeing the blood on Mrs. Lan's wrist, which made them anxious, getting their blood boiling.
"I don't want to live anymore… Old Zhang… Boohoo… Old Zhang has done this to …" Mrs. Lan said and desperately shook her wrist, trying to fling the blood away as if she didn't care for her life.
As the sll of blood beca more and more overwhelming, Zheng Shuang realized sothing was wrong. The blood scent was unmistakable, but the guards' steps beca increasingly unsteady.
Zheng Shuang glanced at his partner, whose feet were still firmly on the ground, but the dozen or so guards seed to be staggering.
Seeing this, Zheng Shuang quickly reported back to Team A, using the crowd as cover.
But for safety's sake, Zheng Shuang had no choice but to seek help from his brother, Ye Hao, fearing that Mrs. Lan's incident was preditated, and to prevent the rescue of Qin Army, he had no other choice.
Ye Hao received the news while drinking with Tang Xiangdong.
Seeing the suspicious information from Zheng Shuang, Ye Hao imdiately placed the wine glass heavily on the table.
Tang Xiangdong looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Chairman, there might be a crisis under the eighteenth lower floor of the Yanjing Military District; I need to go there—my brother is there," Ye Hao explained, standing up.
"What kind of crisis?" Tang Xiangdong asked, needing sothing concrete to report to his subordinates.
"Soone might be trying to rescue Qin Army—I have to go," Ye Hao said, quickly grabbing his coat.
Tang Xiangdong quickly instructed, "There's a sports car in the backyard. I'll have Zhong Ming and Qin Tian assist you."
"Alright." After responding, Ye Hao had already disappeared.
But within the courtyard, Tang Xiangdong heard a car roar to life in the backyard.
Zhong Ming and Qin Tian, though not aware of what had happened, both jumped into Ye Hao's car upon receiving orders.
Ye Hao didn't speak, executed a drifting maneuver, and drove the car out of the courtyard with a speed almost faster than the racing crowd.
In Zhongnanhai, racing like this made Ye Hao the first.
Fortunately, with Tang Xiangdong's arrangents, Ye Hao smoothly left Huaxia's Zhongnanhai.
...
anwhile, under the eighteenth lower floor of the Yanjing Military District, Mrs. Lan cried more painfully, but Zheng Shuang, five ters away, drew his gun and shouted, "Qiuming, co here."
Qiuming heard, confused and looked at Zheng Shuang, but in the next mont, a knife swiftly sliced across his neck.
Qiuming gazed in disbelief at Zheng Shuang, dying without knowing who killed him.
"Bang!"
After the stealthy adversary acted, Zheng Shuang quickly fired, yet the opponent was too fast, beyond Zheng Shuang's capture.
"Thump, thump..."
Bodies fell abruptly to the ground, a dozen guards perplexingly dead before realizing who had killed them.
They felt no threat but died unknowingly...
Zheng Shuang swiftly pressed the ergency alarm, causing the entire underground base to resonate with alarm sounds.
"Kid, your vigilance is quite sothing!" Mrs. Lan chuckled.
"Who are you, and how did you get in?" Zheng Shuang aid his gun at Mrs. Lan.
But Mrs. Lan, like a beautiful flower passing through a leafy bush, effortlessly approached Zheng Shuang.
Feeling insecure, Zheng Shuang doubted his bullet could hit Mrs. Lan, hesitating whether to shoot or not.
"Haha, no need to sneak in—I've been here in this underground base for twenty years," Mrs. Lan laughed.
"Lost your nerve?" As Mrs. Lan approached, her icy smile lood larger.
"Bang!" Zheng Shuang suppressed his inner unrest, pulling the trigger... (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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