[Urban] The End of Dawn (Complete) - Episodes 19-20 (Complete)

In episode 19,

Feng Wu felt as if she had suddenly seen the light. Her mind was racing, and she could understand everything. She thought rapidly and muttered to herself,

"The establishment of a US command in Country E also has many advantages. First, it tears open the Iron Curtain of the African Union. Like dominoes, once one partner is established, another will follow, making it easier to divide and weaken anti-American forces. Second, Country E has a superior geographical location, bordering Somalia. This facilitates dealing with Somali pirates and controls vital maritime routes such as the Gulf of Aden and the Red Sea. Meanwhile, across the strait is Yemen, and the Islamic Emirate of the Emirate, the branch of al-Qaeda that is causing trouble in southern Yemen, is also within the direct range of US military strikes. Furthermore, it facilitates a ceasefire between A and E, maintaining stability in East Africa and positively impacting its international image. At the same time, it can suppress the expansion of China and Russia in Africa—a win-win situation."

"By the way, maybe after the change of government in Country E, they can freeze the iron ore contract with Dongxing directly. The excuse is ready: the Chinese government is colluding with terrorists to try and overthrow the government, and they can give Dongxing a good beating while they're at it. Then..."

Feng Wu didn't finish her sentence. Afterwards, they'd probably find another country to fill the contract with China, maybe Japan. Just tell them they found what they lost, and Japan would probably come running over excitedly.

The only one being played is China. Not only the government, but even private enterprises are being attacked from all sides...

"No wonder, it's Tuoli in front, and the US government behind that's behind it all."

The rich second-generation muttered to himself, then suddenly raised an eyebrow, "Then my father..."

"Knowing this is useless. Hey, what's that?"

For some reason, the scene seen through the binoculars startled Feng Wu. A large group of guards from the base came out, even several sentries, driving off in several cars at breakneck speed. Feng Wu felt something was wrong; they might be going to find Xie Mark. Had something gone wrong over there? Had it alerted the people here?

After contacting them, they learned that Gullit had been killed, but otherwise, nothing seemed amiss.

Could something have happened to the president? Had he taken off prematurely?

If so, then Shemark was already under control. Without a pilot, what tricks could the enemy pull?

But was it really that simple? Although the previous operation had always targeted Shemark, Feng Wu felt uneasy at the last minute. Would a cunning schemer like Shi Jie place all his power on Shemark? He had laid out his plans for so long; surely he had a backup plan?

Perhaps besides Shemark, he had other backup options.

That bitch, Red Death!

She was also a skilled fighter pilot. Although the MiG-29 and Su-30 weren't the same type of fighter, they were both Soviet-made. And when they stole the plane, Shemark and Red Death flew it together; that bitch would definitely be piloting that type of aircraft.

Furthermore, according to Feng Wu's assessment, the World's plan was likely to first have Shemark pilot a Su-30 to shoot down the president's aircraft, and then have Red Death pilot a MiG-29 to shoot it down as well, thus framing Country A. This would give everyone a reason to continue the war.

However, it doesn't actually need to be that complicated. Ultimately, two planes would fall from the sky. As long as one Su-30 and one MiG-29 were in the air at the time, even if the MiG-29 fired and shot down the president's aircraft, the effect would be the same. The key was to ensure that the Su-30 bearing the insignia of Country A crashed within Country E's territory. With no one to prove otherwise, Country E could simply claim it was Country A, and no one

could do anything about it. In this case, perhaps a dedicated Su-30 pilot wasn't needed; just a pilot with jet fighter experience who could fly the Su-30 into Country E's territory would suffice. He wouldn't even need to engage in combat; he only needed to ensure the plane crashed in a conspicuous location. Red Death could handle the rest.

For someone as resourceful as the World, finding such a person shouldn't be particularly difficult.

Or perhaps, if the world has no backup, then the plane without a pilot will be destroyed as quickly as possible, because the world will not leave any evidence related to this conspiracy, especially evidence that poses such a great threat to itself.

Feng Wu can only think of these two possible next steps for the world. Regardless of whether her guesses are correct, Feng Wu cannot stand idly by. Ultimately, whether it exists or not, this is something she needs to verify herself. Moreover, this stolen plane is also one of the pieces of evidence in the Tuoli conspiracy; assigning it a role would also conveniently destroy the evidence. There's also Zhou Xu and the others who might be detained at the base; these people need to be rescued too.

Gunshots and explosions seem to be heard in the distance. Has the fighting started on Xie Mark's side? Does that mean the operation has really been exposed?

The rich second-generation heir took out his phone and checked it; clearly, someone was communicating with him. He then said, "Ten minutes ago, the president's motorcade left the presidential palace for the airport; he moved up the time."

Just as he thought! He didn't have time.

Feng Wu couldn't sit there waiting for news from the village any longer. Now, she only had one thought in mind: whatever that bastard in the world wanted, she was determined to do the opposite, even if it meant harming others and herself. She would create as much trouble as possible. If he wanted to keep the plane, she'd destroy it; if he wanted to ruin it, she'd protect it. Anyway, she figured she wouldn't be able to return to the Ministry of State Security after this. The ministry wouldn't want an undisciplined, disorganized agent with a history of treason. All she could do now was avenge her fallen comrades.

As for her own safety, Feng Wu hadn't considered it from the beginning.

"To hell with it, I'm going down there and see what happens!"

Feng Wu checked her equipment. Her weapons were a loaded M4 assault rifle painted in desert camouflage, four rifle magazines on her tactical vest, a Browning pistol, and a paratrooper knife. Going into the lion's den alone, Feng Wu felt like she was back on the training grounds of the Korean People's Army.

"Are you crazy? Just the two of us?"

The rich kid grabbed her arm.

"What do you mean, 'just the two of us'? I'm going alone!"

Feng Wu looked at his flustered face and said irritably, "You're untrained. You'll just be a burden to me. Stay here."

"No way, you're just sending yourself to your death."

"Now's a good opportunity. Those sentries are all empty, the defenses are weakest. It'll be troublesome once they come back."

"I'll go with you."

The rich kid said decisively. Feng Wu grabbed his collar and pulled him close to her, but the rich kid met her gaze without flinching. In his eyes, Feng Wu saw no fear, only sincerity.

This guy... doesn't seem so bad after all...

"You said you loved me, right?"

"Ah..."

The rich kid was a little confused, wondering why she was bringing this up now.

"Love me? Then fucking wait for me to come back!"

Feng Wu suddenly kissed the rich kid's lips hard. The rich kid wasn't prepared at all and froze on the spot. Feng Wu kissed him very hard, almost biting him, her tongue sucking hard inside his mouth. By the time the rich second-generation realized what was happening, Feng Wu had already had her fill of kissing.

"You...you...God, you said yes?"

The rich second-generation was completely dumbfounded, but his face showed an expression of ecstatic joy.

"Take it."

Feng Wu handed him the Browning. "Can you shoot?"

"No."

"This is the safety. Pull it off, then pull it like this to chamber a bullet. Aim at people and pull the trigger. Shoot where there are people, don't shoot me, understand?"

"Understood."

"Stay here and wait for me to come back."

With that, Feng Wu sprang up, crouched low, and quickly and silently descended the side of the hillside.

This time, the rich second-generation didn't stop her, only staring intently at her retreating figure.

Feng Wu's heart was pounding. Had she truly fallen for this rich second-generation? Or was she simply tired of her current dark life? This man, she had only met him twice, a nobody in this story, just a dead extra, and he had already won her over?

Was she truly weary of this dark and dirty world, subconsciously seeking a haven of rest?

Or had she truly been moved by this man?

Having been with so many men since childhood, her body having been possessed by countless different men, shouldn't she be numb to men by now? Would she still have the luxury of love in her heart?

But the feeling she just had couldn't deceive herself.

There wasn't even a process; it was too sudden… Feng Wu smiled bitterly to herself.

Perhaps it was because she had been with too many men that she no longer needed a process…

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The Vice President looked at the man and the Chinese ambassador in surprise, a trembling tension running through his heart.

The President had only just left when the Chinese ambassador to country E came to visit him, accompanied by the Chinese man he had met once before. He had a deep impression of this man for some reason; although he didn't seem particularly outstanding, just an ordinary person with a scholarly air, his intuition couldn't be wrong.

This middle-aged man, with his perpetually serene expression, was just as unfathomable as the white man who called himself "The World" he had met. He had fought on the battlefield for decades, experienced all kinds of dangers, and seen all kinds of people, yet he couldn't see into their hearts.

It was a boundless darkness, a bottomless abyss of profound darkness; he couldn't even sense their emotions.

This feeling involuntarily made him feel threatened.

Was this man an official from Chinese intelligence?

The other young man, seemingly refined, wore gold-rimmed glasses and a cynical smile.

Their purpose in visiting sent chills down his spine. Had the plan been exposed? Hadn't "The World" claimed everything was perfectly arranged, flawless? If so, how could these two men…?

He had a very bad premonition. Had he risked the guilt of murdering his old friend, the president, risked his disgrace, and even gambled with the fate of the entire nation—had it all come to nothing?

How could it be? He had staked everything on this.

"Mr. Ambassador, I don't understand what you're talking about?"

The Vice President sat behind his desk, his hands clasped under his chin. There was a red button on the desk; if he pressed it, armed bodyguards would rush in. These were his trusted confidants; even if he killed these two, no one would know. He was extremely nervous; his heart was pounding so loudly he could almost hear it.

The ambassador didn't speak, the man wearing a faint smile.

"I've made myself very clear, Your Excellency Vice President. We only want to make a deal with you, one that I believe is beneficial to both of us."

"Who are you? I've seen you before, that time at…"

"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Gao Shan, and I represent the Chinese government."

"I don't understand what kind of deal you're talking about. What you lost has nothing to do with me?" "

Mr. Vice President, do you really think Tuoli's conspiracy will succeed? If so, why are we here? We already know about Tuoli's plan; do you think Your Excellency wouldn't know?"

"What?"

The veins on the back of the Vice President's hand bulged instantly.

"Did you really see the president board the plane with your own eyes? Or did your people tell you that? And you told 'The World' that he sent assassins to wait for the president in the air, and then framed Country A. Do you still think this plan can succeed?"

"He didn't board the plane?"

The vice president finally lost his temper. This man knew "The World."

"Do you think the president will tolerate this betrayal after his return? You are a patriot. If the president truly seeks to settle scores with this betrayal, what are the chances of a civil war breaking out? With Country A eyeing you covetously, what consequences would a civil war have on Country E? Can you, a patriotic citizen, really stand idly by and watch it happen?"

"Furthermore, we have already taken control of Tuoli's secret base within Country A. He can no longer allow his assassins to take flight. His plan has failed."

"In addition, do you really believe Tuoli supports your policy of not stopping the fire? They have already prepared a replacement for you. Afterwards, they will open territory to the US government, and the US Africa Command will begin construction on Country E territory. This will be in exchange for the US pressuring Country A to cease fire, while Country E will be isolated by all African countries. Do you really want to turn Country E into a new white colony?"

A series of heavy blows pounded on the vice president's defenses.

Was he really wrong?

"Who will replace me?"

"Can't you figure that out? After you become president, who will be your new vice president?"

Damn it... His clenched fist bulged with veins again.

"Why are you doing this? Just to deal with Tuoli?"

"That's only one aspect. We don't want to see civil war break out in E country. A stable situation will help us develop long-term cooperation. After all, we have a lot of investment here."

Gao Shan said, pointing to the young man next to him. The man smiled politely and greeted him, like a shark in a suit.

"Are you the boss of Dongxing?"

The vice president realized the identity of this young Chinese man.

"My surname is Hou."

The young man gave a Chinese-style bow.

"Your employees committed crimes and murders on our land."

"I think we both know what happened."

The young man casually deflected the question.

"Your people colluded with pirates."

"After recovering our belongings, we will deny any knowledge of it."

"What makes you think you can recover them?"

"If there were no hope, we would have been prisoners the moment we walked in."

A long silence...

"Why should I believe you?"

"This footage came in five minutes ago. Take a look. Do you still have a choice? You're not the kind of selfish, ambitious person who acts for the sake of this country. So we choose to believe you. You will choose the best option for E-country."

Gao Shan handed the tablet to the Vice President. The screen showed the President and a group of high-ranking military officials entering a building.

"The President didn't board the plane. He's currently at Camp Sava."

The Vice President glanced at it, then wearily closed his eyes. Camp Sava was E-country's largest and most advanced military base. The President's presence there could only mean one thing.

His voice then seemed weary as well.

"How do you want to trade?"

"We don't think Tuoli could have hidden what they took from us on land. The most likely scenario is that it's still on the ship, and that ship should be somewhere along the coast of country E. Your sphere of influence covers all the coastal tribes, so we'll make a reasonable judgment based on that. In return, we will destroy all evidence related to you, and the president will find the real traitor and pin everything on him. After things calm down, we won't withdraw our investment, and China will sign a defense cooperation agreement with country E, providing country with enough weapons for self-defense, including tanks, armed helicopters, and fighter jets."

"Who's the scapegoat you're talking about?"

"Can't you figure that out yet?"

"...I understand."

Leaving the presidential palace, Gao Shan let out a long sigh.

"Wasn't he agreeing too easily? I thought it would take a long time,"

the young man said. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous; his back was covered in sweat.

"He wasn't forced to agree to our terms. This guy's a shrewd old fox. No matter how things develop, cooperating with us is the most advantageous option for him. This old fox, I think he realized this as soon as we arrived, and he's quite good at putting on an act. Since we took the initiative to come to him, he simply went along with it."

"The most advantageous option?"

"Yes, he doesn't have to do anything now, just wait and see. If the president doesn't die, we'll help him deal with the president's investigation. If the president dies, we'll have the power to fight the Americans. He's put himself in the most advantageous position; he's incredibly shrewd."

"Then what about him and Tuoli... and now with us..."

"That's not contradictory. He's different from that fratricide who usurped the throne. He only wants the presidency; he doesn't want to get involved in the confrontation between China and the US. Now that he knows Tuoli and the Americans are just using him, he naturally wants to cooperate with us. If the president dies, he'll act like nothing happened and smoothly take over the presidency. As for the grudges between Tuoli and us, he'll just say he doesn't know anything about them."

"That's exactly what made you so impressive..."

Admiration flashed in the young man's eyes. This man named Gao Shan truly possessed terrifying talent. Even in such a treacherous and complex situation, he dared to take the initiative, striking directly at the heart of the matter. No one could have imagined the Vice President would cooperate with them, no one could have imagined the enemy leader would cooperate with them. To negotiate with him was practically walking into a trap. Only he saw this slim chance of success, taking the general's head amidst a sea of enemies, a single, precise strike hitting the target.

Perhaps this was the world of these special agents—a world entirely driven by self-interest. Today's enemies could unite tomorrow because of shared interests. This man named Gao Shan could see through the essence of these networks of interests, finding the key points within them.

Only someone with his courage and vision could probably thrive in this treacherous and dark world.

"Sigh, you're saying the president might die? Didn't he already see through Tuoli's conspiracy?"

"That video is fake."

"Huh? You mean the real person is still on the plane?"

"He's probably already in the air. Our people couldn't stop him from boarding. In fact, issuing a warning to him without any evidence would only backfire."

"So...you were just bluffing him?"

The young man's face changed color, and even the ambassador looked at him in surprise. This guy, he seemed so confident just now, but it was all a bluff. What if he slipped up even slightly...?

"I know what you're trying to say, but this is my job. National interests always come first. Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance of success, I'll fight for it at all costs. My personal life is secondary. Besides, with the ambassador with us, they wouldn't dare openly do anything to diplomats, would they?"

The young man and the ambassador's faces both turned extremely ugly. Were all these intelligence agents crazy?

“But the base should be under control by now.”

“That guy called ‘World’ probably has a backup plan. He still has a fighter jet. In fact, we only have time to find the ship and equipment. As for the rest, it’s all up to luck.”

With that, Gao Shan took out his tablet.

In the Gulf of Aden, on the Chinese Navy’s missile frigate 525.

Colonel Chen Zhiwei looked at the received coordinates, a wave of doubt washing over him. That… was within the territorial waters of Country E. Although Country E didn’t have a proper navy, trespassing into another country’s territorial waters…

But that man named Gao Shan said it was a matter of national security.

He’d served in the navy for so many years, wasn’t he just looking for an opportunity to do something? Anyway, his superiors had asked him to cooperate, and now he really had a chance to do something. What was he hesitating for?

The Chinese navy was meant to fight for China’s interests.

The frigate 525 sounded the battle alarm. All crew members took their positions, and the navigation, steering, and signaling departments in the bridge sprang into action. Red and green instruments displayed the warship's navigation status. Twice the usual number of armed sailors were positioned on both sides to observe the sea. A helicopter was towed from the hangar on the aft helicopter deck, and marines and special forces were fully armed and ready for action.

In the chart room, the navigator closely monitored the warship's trajectory through the integrated navigation system, constantly correcting its course. In the operations room, the duty officers stared intently at the radar screen, not daring to relax for a moment.

The captain had already given them a combat briefing; this was their chance to demonstrate their abilities.

The warship, a massive steel behemoth of thousands of tons, cleaved through the waves, leaving a huge, curving track on the dark blue ocean surface, heading towards the coastline of country E at a speed of 30 knots.

Gradually, it crossed the invisible line and entered country E's territorial waters.

"Air and sea radar activated, plane search 90 degrees to 0 degrees."

Had he been detected by enemy radar? Beads of sweat appeared on Colonel Chen Zhiwei's forehead. For this uninvited guest, perhaps a missile, a torpedo, or an air raid would soon follow.

But nothing happened. Gradually, he saw the small bay surrounded by mountains.

And the two huge cargo ships anchored there…

On the shore, Trosa sat bored on the rooftop, smoking, holding a gun, a beer bottle at his feet.

He had been here for many days. Ever since hijacking those two giant ships, the organization's orders had been for their ten-man squad to guard this place. Previously, a dozen or so local tribal soldiers had helped watch over it, but today those men had simply left, without saying whether they would return, leaving this godforsaken place to them.

"I'm a mercenary, an elite warrior. This tedious gatekeeping job isn't what I want. I want to kill."

He remembered the last operation, the ambush of those Chinese men. He remembered slicing the neck of that short, stocky Asian man from behind with his knife, the warm blood spurting onto his hands—it felt so good. The short man struggled fiercely, his strength almost breaking his hands.

These men were definitely elite warriors, and he longed to fight them again. Only killing such men could satisfy him. He

longed to feel that warm blood again, even just once.

He calmly closed his eyes.

Then, a strong hand covered his mouth from behind, followed by a chill on his neck, and then hot, frothy blood gushed out. He tried to move in surprise, but his body was already limp. When he fell to the ground, he saw a resolute, cold face with the same skin color as the Chinese man he had killed, and a blood-stained dagger in his hand.

The muffled thud of a silenced gunshot echoed as his partner was shot in the neck, half his flesh exploding, his head swaying in a strange posture before his body collapsed.

He'd been ambushed… that was the only word that came to his mind in his dying moments.

Then, the massive explosion, the rumble of artillery, the whistling of shells, the bursts of fire, smoke, and shockwaves, the rapid-fire gunfire, and the figures charging like bloodthirsty beasts—he could no longer feel any of it.

The entire bay was now completely engulfed in blood and fire.

They… wouldn't leave any survivors…

these were the last words that flashed through Trosa's mind before it went completely dark…

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Feng Wu slowly slid down the slope. Although she was wearing a khaki desert camouflage uniform, it wasn't a true invisibility cloak; anyone with eyes could see the difference.

Crouching low, she ran quickly, hiding behind a large piece of weathered rock, extending her rifle and secretly peering into the base through the scope. This was risky, because if there were sentries on the watchtowers, they could easily spot her in broad daylight. Normally, this would require a sniper to cover her and take out the sentries, but Feng Wu couldn't rely on anyone now. The rich kid behind her probably couldn't even take care of himself, let alone cover her.

However, when the main force went out earlier, Feng Wu seemed to realize that everyone on the watchtowers had gone down, clearly indicating that there weren't many people in the base, and they would be short-handed in case of an emergency. That's why she dared to take this risk.

The situation through the scope made her breathe a slight sigh of relief; she hadn't spotted any enemies from above. Moreover, the base's wall was a barbed wire fence, not difficult to breach, but the ground near the wall gave her an indescribable feeling. She carefully aimed left and right, finally noticing something painted in black on a half-fallen wooden plank she had previously dismissed as trash.

"Damn! No way..."

Feng Wu lamented inwardly. The skull and crossbones painted on it indicated only one thing: this was a minefield.

No wonder it felt a bit strange; there was some clutter and trash around, but the area against the wall was spotless. Of course, there wouldn't be anything there—what if someone carelessly threw trash there and accidentally detonated a landmine? No wonder even the sentries were removed without hesitation; there was a minefield outside. This meant that anyone afraid of death had no choice but to go through the main gate.

Feng Wu wasn't afraid of death, but she didn't have time. She desperately wanted to sneak in and investigate. She knew how to clear mines, but in this situation, it was impossible for her to slowly clear them bit by bit.

What to do? There were guards at the main gate; should she just force her way in?

Feng Wu slowly crept to the side of the main gate and crawled behind a clump of bushes. The area in front was open; if a fight broke out, it would be difficult to find a hiding place. The two men at the gate didn't seem like well-trained elite soldiers; they were probably hired thugs from a local tribe. If she suddenly jumped out, at this distance, her marksmanship would surely take them down, and they shouldn't have a chance to retaliate.

However, he had added a long suppressor to his rifle, which, while increasing concealment, would somewhat affect shooting accuracy. Moreover, these two were visible sentries; it was unknown whether there were hidden sentries. If there were, killing them would only expose him. He also didn't know how many people were left in the base.

Clearing mines was too dangerous, but forcing their way in through the main gate was even more unwise. Did he really want to wait until the situation in the village was settled?

Frankly, for such a target, unless an entire army with heavy weapons was deployed, it was extremely reckless for one person to act alone.

What to do? What to do?

Should he try to detonate one or two mines to create chaos and sneak in? That was difficult; detonating mines was too dangerous, and he might blow himself up. And if the situation wasn't chaotic, he and the rich kid would likely be hunted down.

Or should he try disguising himself as someone from Tuoli to infiltrate? That wasn't very effective either; who knew who the people inside knew? He didn't even have a means of transportation, having come by scooter, which would arouse suspicion.

Should they really force their way in?

Feng Wu estimated the distance, quietly crouching up from behind the bushes, gun ready. Just as she was about to move, she suddenly noticed dust rising in the distance, indicating that a vehicle was approaching. The two men at the gate were also behaving strangely; they seemed to be on a phone call, then panicked, shouting and yelling as they ran towards the gate, guns raised, without even closing it. Feng Wu was baffled, wondering what had gotten into them. Suddenly, an explosion rang out from inside the base, followed by a barrage of gunfire—they were fighting amongst themselves.

Then, the two beat-up trucks rumbled in, and out emerged black men dressed as local militiamen, armed with all sorts of weapons. One of them, carrying a .40 caliber pistol, yelled loudly and aimed directly at the guard post at the gate, firing without regard for whether anyone was inside.

The rocket, trailing a plume of white smoke, hurtled out like a vicious dog pouncing on its prey, shattering the guard post into pieces, and sending smoke and fire billowing from the gate. Despite not killing anyone, these men cheered and shouted as if they had won a great victory, then charged inside like swarms of bees, firing their guns as they went.

Once inside, the gunfire intensified.

Who were these people? Feng Wu was filled with questions. Of course, she didn't know the situation in the village. It turned out the village chief had been killed by these white mercenaries at the beginning, and the village militia immediately considered them enemies, calling relatives and friends in nearby villages and tribes to come and take revenge. This was a local militia group that knew this was the white mercenaries' stronghold; they were here for revenge, and to take advantage of the chaos.

The militia guarding the gate were also their men; upon hearing the calls from their relatives, they immediately turned against them. If Feng Wu could understand their local dialect, she would understand their slogan: "Kill all the whites!"

Regardless of the situation, this was practically a godsend. She

made it inside smoothly, only to find the place in complete chaos. Everywhere, people were crouching and crawling, firing wildly. Bullets flew through the air, making it impossible to tell who was being

shot and who was being shot. The mercenaries remaining inside the base were few in number, but highly skilled. They provided cover for each other, firing to repel the enemy's advance, and occupied the highest point of the base—a small airlock tower. At least three heavy machine guns were firing accurately, and there were already at least three militia corpses on the ground, with two more lying there covered in blood, groaning in pain, their wounds unknown. The militia were numerous, but a disorganized mob. They were being driven back, unable to raise their heads, only daring to crouch behind cover with their guns raised above their heads, firing indiscriminately without aiming.

Even worse, some militiamen, instead of fighting, took the opportunity to loot everywhere, clearly there to take advantage of the chaos. They wandered around, entering any door they saw, ransacking everything for valuables, even dragging out tables and chairs.

Feng Wu knew at a glance that this battle wouldn't last long; this motley crew of militiamen was no match for the mercenaries and would be driven out sooner or later. She crawled forward on the ground, trying to blend in as inconspicuously as possible. Just as she stood up from behind a gasoline drum, she encountered two black men pulling a load. Their eyes lit up when they saw Feng Wu, and they were about to pounce when Feng Wu pushed off the ground and fell backward. Two thin streams of flame shot from the silencer of her M4 rifle, accompanied by muffled thuds. The two men were shot in the chest and staggered to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, a burst of bullets came from behind the two men. The two robbers, who had been taking advantage of the chaos, were thrown a foot into the air as if electrocuted, their bodies bursting open with bloody holes before they crashed heavily to the ground.

Next, two mercenaries, leading several people, emerged from around the corner, their guns still smoking, and met Feng Wu in person.

They were initially taken aback when they saw Feng Wu, seemingly realizing she wasn't Black and that her equipment was similar to their own. They couldn't figure out if she was one of them, but upon realizing they didn't recognize her,

their expressions changed drastically. Feng Wu's marksmanship wasn't slower than theirs, but her awkward half-lying position made her a fraction of a second slower. Damn it! Feng Wu gritted her teeth, waiting for them to fire. At a distance of less than ten meters, there was no chance of them missing. Before the gunshots even rang out, one of the bound men slammed into the two gunmen, yelling at Feng Wu, "Shoot!"

Two muffled thuds followed as two bullets accurately pierced the man's head. Even at that distance, Feng Wu wouldn't miss.

The others who emerged took the opportunity to roll away, and Feng Wu immediately cut the ropes with her knife.

Zhou Xu stared at her in astonishment, picking up his gun at the same time: "What are you doing here?"

Looking behind him, he recognized Butterfly, Eagle Eye, the Russian, and others—familiar faces. Judging from the earlier situation, they might have been taken away and transferred, or even executed on the spot to avoid future trouble. It just so happened that Feng Wu happened to be there.

"Stop talking nonsense! Grab your weapons!"

Feng Wu untied them one by one.

Both sides in the firefight seemed to have noticed the situation, and bullets swept in from all directions. Feng Wu and the others crouched low and crawled back through the door they had come from. Inside was a corridor leading to a staircase at the end.

"What are you doing here?"

Zhou Xu shouted, firing his gun outside.

"To save you!"

Feng Wu yelled back.

"What's going on outside? Who's shooting whom?"

"I don't know! We can't let that plane take off! They're trying to assassinate the president of E country and frame you!"

Feng Wu looked out the window towards the hangar, where she saw four guards. "We've already captured Shemark, but they might have a backup pilot!"

"By the way, when they were taking us out, I think I saw a guy in a flight suit going up to the second floor,"

Butterfly suddenly exclaimed.

"Quick, go check it out!"

The group rushed down the corridor. They reached the top of the stairs in a few steps, and bullets started raining down. The concrete walls and stairs were riddled with bullet holes, and thick dust and rubble pelted them. Zhou Xu's leg was bitten by a stray bullet, and blood gushed out.

"He's up there!"

Feng Wu shouted, followed by a deafening crash as the stairs seemed to collapse, and rubble rained down like raindrops. A rocket suddenly flew in from somewhere outside, hitting the stairwell above. A dust-covered body fell from the stairwell. Feng Wu immediately recognized it as the insane militia's indiscriminate firing to create a commotion, which inadvertently helped them. She felt a lingering fear; if they had run faster, the rocket might have landed right on their heads.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Feng Wu led the charge, finding two mercenaries lying half-dead, their bodies charred black by the explosion. A figure flashed ahead.

"Wait! Wait! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Having found this survivor, the man knelt and begged for mercy. This man was Syrian, a pilot, but he had no experience flying the Su-30; he had only flown the MiG-23. He didn't know what was happening, only that as soon as fighting broke out outside, someone told him to quickly get dressed and prepare to take off. As for where they were flying to, he only knew a call sign and the airspace; no one had told him what they were going to do there.

Just as he suspected… a backup plan? In the end, it still required Red Death's intervention!

Feng Wu's heart was churning violently. She raised her hand and fired a shot, exploding the cover. She could stop the actions here, but could she stop Red Death? The other side was clearly desperate.

Just then, gunfire erupted outside, accompanied by a series of large explosions. Zhou Xu peered out the window and was stunned. The entire base was swarming with people, landmines were constantly being detonated, and there were at least a hundred people at the main gate. It seemed the main force of the militia had arrived. They had even set up mortars outside, firing continuously, and rockets were flying in one after another. Shells were exploding everywhere inside the base, and the mercenaries were unable to hold out and were retreating steadily.

"Damn it, they've broken in!"

Feng Wu's expression also changed. Once the militia entered, everyone would be doomed. These militiamen wouldn't let them off just because they were also enemies of Tuoli. They were there to loot the entire base, and there would likely be no survivors.

"We have to get out of here!"

The Russian shouted anxiously, seeing the situation was dire. When his men were captured, they were attacked with rifle butts and machetes by the E-country thugs; two died on the spot, and the rest were all seriously wounded. Only his injuries were relatively minor. By the time they were brought here, all of them were dead except for him, leaving him as a lone commander. The Japanese were in an even worse state. During their captivity, they attempted a violent escape, resulting in two being killed on the spot, and the rest being slaughtered. The Japanese woman was taken somewhere else, no one knew.

Feng Wu thought for a moment. She hadn't come here with a specific purpose in the first place; she had only come to cause trouble.

Now that the militia was launching a full-scale attack, there was no need for her to cause trouble; the base was destined to be razed to the ground anyway. She seemed to be of no use here. As for the plane, it was most likely destined to be destroyed.

Clearly, the world still needed this scapegoat in its plans. Now that the scapegoat was gone, would the world dare send the Red Death to intercept the presidential plane? If a fighter jet from its own country shot down its own president, it would only cause a civil war, which wouldn't fit its plans at all.

Besides, finding Zhou Xu and his group was a significant achievement.

But even if they wanted to escape now, they couldn't go through the main gate. That area was swarming with people, hundreds of guns and cannons; going there would be suicide. The only way out was to climb over the wall and go through the minefield.

There was no other way!

"It's a minefield outside, several meters wide. We can only go through there!"

Several people frantically jumped out of the second-floor windows that had been blown open by the rocket.

When they went outside, the scene was one of utter devastation. The few remaining buildings were mostly destroyed and collapsed, with wreckage and corpses strewn everywhere. A few people were still chasing after the mercenaries, exchanging fire, while most were looting. The barbed wire fence outside had been blasted down, leaving several large gaps several meters wide, twisted and deformed on the ground. The minefield outside looked like it had been turned upside down, with craters everywhere and thick smoke billowing from them. Several bodies were missing limbs, clearly killed by landmines.

This area had probably been bombarded by artillery, detonating the mines. Or perhaps the people outside were trying to attack from here but were killed by the mines. Everyone agreed that the chances of breaking out from here were higher, at least the minefield had been cleared for them.

A few stragglers were still wandering around the perimeter, seemingly looking for a way to flank the enemy. As soon as they saw someone jump out from the building, they started shouting and opened fire indiscriminately. Bullets whizzed past, whistling overhead and blasting holes in the walls, sending cement and brick dust flying and covering the men in a cloud of dirt. Feng Wu immediately crouched down and returned fire. In this life-or-death moment, everyone pulled out all the stops. Four rifles fired simultaneously, the precise bullets spraying everywhere. Three militiamen were instantly hit, the force of the impact knocking them to the ground, filling the air with puffs of blood.

The remaining soldier, seeing the situation was dire, turned and ran, firing wildly backwards without looking back, moving as fast as a startled rabbit. It's true what they say about Black track and field—this speed was definitely Olympic-worthy. Feng Wu fired two shots, missing her target, and didn't want to waste any more bullets. She held her gun up as a lookout, letting Zhou Xu and the others go first.

Zhou Xu knew this was a deadly mission, but someone had to lead the charge. Ignoring everything else, he just hopped and jumped into the craters, darting towards the craters where he couldn't reach them. By sheer luck, he made it out unscathed, then immediately picked up a submachine gun from a corpse to keep watch. Butterfly and Eagle Eye, praying for divine intervention, followed Zhou Xu's route and steeled themselves to go out as well.

"I'll cover you, you go first!"

When they reached the Russian, he turned to Feng Wu and said this.

"Stop talking nonsense, get the hell out of here!"

Feng Wu yelled at him, pointing her gun at him. Of all these people, she trusted this pimp the least. Honestly, how come he wasn't dead? It was truly disappointing. He was so kind of wanting to stay; was he planning to take advantage of the situation and shoot her?

The Russian was terrified that Feng Wu would stab him in the back. In this chaotic time, it would be incredibly easy for someone to attack him from behind and then claim to have died in the chaos. But the situation was dire, so he could only cautiously make his way out, glancing back every few steps. As he staggered along, following in the footsteps of those in front of him, a hail of bullets flew past. The large-caliber heavy machine gun bullets exploded on the ground, sending up several meters of dirt.

"Ah!"

Several people cried out in alarm. Looking around, they saw a group of men approaching. Clearly, it was the reinforcements that the escaped soldier had brought. This reinforcement force numbered twenty or thirty men, and they were driving a small truck with a heavy machine gun mounted on it, the muzzle spitting out huge tongues of fire.

Zhou Xu and the other two who had arrived first immediately raised their guns to return fire, but they were no match for the sheer number and number of guns. Bullets rained down on them, and they quickly couldn't hold out any longer. They had no choice but to abandon the Russian and Feng Wu and turn to flee up the hillside behind them. Feng Wu fared somewhat better, but the Russian's situation was the most precarious. He was right in the center of the minefield, unable to advance or retreat, and then ambushed halfway across. His face contorted in terror, and before he could even scream, a stray bullet grazed his shin, instantly blowing off a section of his leg, scattering blood, flesh, and bone fragments everywhere. He let out a piercing scream, his body tilting to one side as he collapsed to the ground. As he lay there, he heard a crisp metallic clang beneath him.

A landmine! In that instant, his face turned deathly pale. He convulsively looked up at Feng Wu, whose face had also paled, a few meters away, then closed his eyes and rolled away with all his might.

"Fuck you!" Feng Wu reflexively used all her strength to lunge to the side, her body leaping into the air and crashing through a first-floor window before landing on the ground. At the same time, a dark, gooey object suddenly sprang from the ground beneath the Russian, flying a meter into the air before exploding in a massive fireball. Countless sparks flew, the shockwave shaking the ground and kicking up clouds of dust. The Russian's body was torn to pieces like a scarecrow, a severed arm landing right in front of Feng Wu. "

Damn it! That bastard even tried to kill me before he died!"

Feng Wu's ears rang. That was an anti-personnel mine, deliberately launched into the air before exploding—a truly despicable killing weapon. Looking at the walls inside the house, she saw horribly gaping holes from exploding mines, clearly from the windows. If she had been outside, she would probably be in the same state as the Russian. Outside, the air was thick with smoke, obscuring Zhou Xu and the others. Bullets continued to whistle through the air, and the militia had already reached her, countless guns firing in her direction. The windows were riddled with bullets, on the verge of collapsing; she cowered under the windowsill, too afraid to peek out, and slowly crawled out.

Climbing to the other side, the fighting was still raging outside. The mercenaries had concentrated near the hangar, holding their ground, while the militia were scattered and disorganized. Although they outnumbered the enemy, they couldn't suppress them. The high ground of the control tower remained firmly in the enemy's hands, a threat they couldn't overcome, and their own casualties were too great. So their attacks weren't very decisive, just indiscriminate firing from a distance.

There was no way out. Zhou Xu and his group had escaped, and the enemy would definitely fill that gap.

Was she just going to wait here to die?

Feng Wu glanced at the plane. The Su-30 fighter jet sat parked in the hangar, its tall, imposing body exuding an aura of inviolability. Could it be… that fate had really brought this upon her? Feng Wu recalled the training she had received, never imagining that this would actually happen.

Gao Shan had once thought he had nothing to fear, but in reality, he did. Although he had undergone dozens of training sessions, every time he sat in the training cockpit, he would break out in a cold sweat from fear.

However, this was the only way out. To get out of here alive, this was probably the only option.

She rushed up to the second floor, reaching the body of the unfortunate pilot whose head she had smashed open. She reached out and ripped open his pressure suit…

“Why hasn’t that idiot come out yet!”

Beside the hangar, Power roared at his men while firing, bullets flying overhead, but he didn’t even blink. Unlike other mercenaries, he was one of the organization’s 22 Major Tarot cards; his loyalty to the world was absolute. Now that the base was under attack, he wasn’t thinking about his own safety, but how to carry out the world’s orders and get that Su-30 into the air.

The King had gone out with his men to find Shemark, and he’d sensed something was wrong then. But instead, he was met with this massive attack by barbarians, and the King was probably in grave danger. (03-01 Episode 20)

Now his primary task was to hold the runway, but that damned Syrian was nowhere to be seen. He’d even sent two men with him—what was going on? Had that bastard run away?

"Razor! Tiger! Find that bastard! Bring that bastard over here

right now!" He turned and shouted at the two mercenaries beside him. The two were also incredibly tough; those in this line of work were inherently ruthless and dangerous. Even though they were almost cornered, they maintained their professionalism, firing repeatedly and taking down two militiamen who were too close. Then, they crouched low and moved quickly to the side. They

hadn't run far when a man suddenly rushed out of the building. He was wearing a full flight suit, with a pressure suit over it, a flight helmet, and an oxygen mask. He sprinted towards them, a pistol in his hand, firing wildly as he ran. A militiaman chased after him, yelling.

"Bring him over here!"

Seeing this, Power was overjoyed and fired a burst of bullets, knocking down the pursuers behind him. The two mercenaries rushed up and grabbed the pilot, pulling him back with a combination of shoving and dragging.

"Take off! Get out of here!"

Power shouted at the other side with all his might. The pilot tapped his helmet twice and gave a thumbs-up, indicating that everything was fine.

"Clear the runway!"

The mercenaries holding the position scattered, and the pilot rushed into the hangar, bullets flying wildly behind him.

This advanced war machine, a culmination of high technology, was fully revealed before him. Its massive steel body was loaded with external fuel tanks and long and short missiles under its wings. The fuselage was painted with a desert-colored camouflage pattern, and the tail fin bore the extremely conspicuous insignia of the A-country air force.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Power roared angrily when he saw the guy staring blankly at the plane. Normally, he wouldn't have failed to notice that this man's build seemed a little different from the Syrian man, and that the man hadn't said a word. But with bullets flying wildly in the air, he didn't have the mind to observe carefully.

Under the flight mask, Feng Wu let out a long sigh of relief. Whether she could escape or not depended on her own abilities.

Anyway, this base would probably be completely captured soon, and she'd be doomed with nowhere to run.

She might as well take a gamble and try to fly this fighter jet out; crashing to her death was better than falling into the hands of these militiamen. Besides, she wasn't even guaranteed to die; she had 100 hours of Su-27 flying experience.

The training program Gao Shan had given them included piloting fighter jets, which she couldn't understand. What was this training intended to turn them into? All-around super agents like 007?

Gao Shan had no obligation to explain to them, nor did she have the right to ask.

Perhaps those super agents who could fly and dive like in the movies actually existed, but she just didn't know it. Although her training results were excellent, this was still her most hated experience. If possible, she hoped she would never need to use this skill in her life.

Ironically, today she really needed it to save her life.

She climbed the gangway onto the plane. This UBK model is an advanced combat trainer aircraft, with a student cockpit in the front and an instructor cockpit in the rear. Both can operate the aircraft, but the instructor cockpit can take over the equipment in the student cockpit at any time.

When Feng Wu boarded, she was immediately startled. There was someone in the student cockpit wearing the same flight suit as her and a helmet, but no mask. Upon closer inspection, it was Lü Zhe. Feng Wu almost screamed, her movements stiff and comical as she stepped into the cockpit. She steadied herself and sat in the instructor cockpit.

What was this guy doing here? What was he doing?

The canopy slowly lowered, and Feng Wu immediately asked, "What are you doing here!"

At the same time, her hand reached for her pistol. She didn't believe Lü Zhe could fly a plane, but his presence on this aircraft—was it another of Tuoli's schemes?

"Who are you?"

Lü Zhe heard a woman's voice, spoken with a Northeastern accent, and was momentarily stunned.

"Stop pretending!"

"It's you? You bitch, you're the one who got me into this mess! They forced me to admit I was a spy, and they even filmed me..."

Lu Zhe finally recognized who it was—the Charlie's Angels star, Mickey Q, who had initially dragged him into this mess. He couldn't hold back any longer and burst into a tirade, his words incoherent.

Feng Wu had a general idea of what had happened. The world's scheme was truly ruthless; they'd framed her so thoroughly. Luckily, she'd stumbled upon it by accident; otherwise, if the body of a "Chinese agent" had been found in the crashed plane, things would have been incredibly complicated.

"I rescued your wife."

"What? Where is she?"

"If we get out of here alive, I'll take you to find her!"

Feng Wu saw the mercenaries outside gesturing frantically at her. She steadied herself and began to recall her training: instruments normal, switches normal, weapon systems ready... Feng Wu gave a thumbs-up to the ground crew below, her movements looking very practiced, like an experienced veteran pilot.

"Goodbye, I hope all of you idiots stay here and die..."

"Hey, can you fly a plane?"

Lu Zhe muttered softly. Sitting in the plane himself already made him tremble with fear, and now it seemed like they were going to take off. Flying a plane was no joke, especially a fighter jet. If they didn't fly well and crashed from the sky, their bodies might never be recovered.

"I've learned how to take off."

Feng Wu's tone was confident and calm, which reassured Lu Zhe a little, but the next sentence made his heart jump into his throat.

"But I haven't learned how to land."

"Ah!"

"You served in the 15th Army before?"

"Yes, why?"

"You learned how to parachute, right?"

"..."

An ominous premonition.

"You should still remember how to parachute,

right?" Damn! She's already thinking about parachuting before even taking off? Is this woman even capable...? Oh no, we're on a sinking ship, this is really...

Lu Zhe was pounding his heart, his mind racing, while the ground crew removed the red wheel chocks. Feng Wu let out a long breath, calmed herself, and gently pushed the throttle. The nearly three-story-high behemoth slowly glided out of the hangar and began roaring as it moved its thirty-ton-plus steel behemoth across the runway.

When the militiamen saw that the big plane had actually moved, and it looked like it was about to take off, they immediately erupted in an uproar. Their main target was that plane; even if they were illiterate, they knew how much that thing was worth. Suddenly, many of the militiamen who had been looting stopped and swarmed onto the runway, seemingly trying to intercept the plane.

However, they had no chance to get close. Two bright, enormous flashes of light erupted from the plane's belly, and the deafening roar of the machine guns created a false sense of silence. 30mm machine gun shells swept through the area where the militiamen were hiding like a storm, shattering reinforced concrete, sending limbs flying, and leaving a trail of collapsed buildings. The militiamen screamed and fled in panic.

Feng Wu couldn't contain her excitement and let out a thrilling exclamation. At the same time, she gently pushed the throttle forward. With a whoosh, two bright orange flames shot from the afterburner of the AL31F turbofan engine, the immense kinetic energy causing the plane to tremble as it began to speed down the runway.

After traveling 640 meters, this high-tech behemoth, worth twenty million US dollars, roared away from the ground.

"We've taken off! Wow!"

Feng Wu's voice was filled with excitement, but Lü Zhe had no intention of echoing the dangerous, crazy woman behind him.

When the plane was hurtling down the runway, he only felt a tremendous roar and the plane's tremors, a tremor so intense it was terrifying. He involuntarily wanted to shrink back in his seat. Then, the initial flight was unexpectedly calm, and he lost his sense of direction and altitude. It wasn't until the plane reached an altitude of 20,000 feet and a speed of 800 kilometers per hour that he felt that terrifying tremor again. Only through the isolation of the cockpit, helmet, and oxygen mask could he barely hear the deafening roar outside.

Looking through the wide, teardrop-shaped canopy, the area resembled a brownish-yellow three-dimensional sand table model, interspersed with a few patches of green jungle. Despite the advanced integrated fire control system on the Su-30, Feng Wu dared not be careless. She scanned the area with wide eyes, trying to spot any possible targets. She didn't know what was happening at the ground base; if they found the Syrian pilot's body, they might launch a full-scale interception, most likely that lewd little bitch, "Red Death."

"Where are we going?"

He Zhang had lost his bearings; several scattered clouds obscured his view, preventing Feng Wu from seeing the full extent of the wasteland. So she turned left and continued ascending until the desolate area was no longer visible.

"We're going back..."

If he could turn his head, Lü Zhe would see the cold smile on Feng Wu's lips.

Only after watching the plane take off did Li Cheng feel relieved. According to the emergency plan, the evacuation helicopter should be arriving soon; he and his men huddled around the hangar, waiting. The previous artillery barrage had been so powerful that a platoon of militiamen had fallen, their morale shattered, and they dared not advance. Both sides were merely exchanging long-range fire.

Then, a welcome roar came – the helicopters had finally arrived! Two massive Mi-17 helicopters swooped down, their rocket pods spewing plumes of white smoke and fire, leaving a trail of explosions and flames in their wake.

"Retreat! Retreat! Get out of here!"

Since the helicopters had already been sent away, their mission was complete; there was no need to stay in this hellhole.

But when he heard that strange whooshing sound, he looked up and froze.

That idiot…why was he back?

"What are you doing!"

Lu Zhe couldn't understand this woman's madness at seeing them fly back over the battlefield. They had barely escaped the jaws of death; why weren't they getting to safety? Feng Wu

ignored him. They had already reached the airspace near the base, and she saw the two helicopters.

"This is the time to avenge my comrades! Tuoli scum, it's time for you to pay your debts. This is just collecting some interest."

She pushed the control stick, lowered the bank, and entered attack position, flying towards the highest control tower in the base.

The people on the tower hadn't had time to evacuate yet, and realizing the plane's hostile intent, they scurried around like ants on a hot plate. Some fired submachine guns into the air, while a heavy machine gun opened fire. Two Mi-17 helicopters beside the tower also scrambled to take off. But Feng Wu paid no heed to this haphazard firepower. Although her plane wasn't carrying ground-attack weapons, it did have two large external fuel tanks filled with fuel.

"Die!"

Feng Wu roared excitedly, while the GSH-30 cannon above the right wing strake spat out huge, bright tongues of fire, shaking Lü Zhe so badly in his seat that it felt like he was sitting on a tractor. The clanging of the cannon made him feel as if the entire plane was trembling.

A barrage of bullets covered the control tower. Although 30mm shells are considered the least powerful ammunition for aircraft, the unarmored reinforced concrete structure was as fragile as paper in front of them. Bricks and stones were shattered, and the control tower was instantly riddled with holes, debris flying everywhere, and a small section collapsed amidst the billowing smoke. The helicopter had only risen a dozen meters when it was riddled with holes in the middle of its fuselage by the hail of bullets, plunging into the ground in thick smoke. Before anyone could get out, it exploded into a fireball, black smoke and red flames shooting into the sky.

Another helicopter, hit by shrapnel, spun and wobbled a short distance before suddenly shaking violently, flames erupting from its fuselage. It then plummeted from a height of several dozen meters, landing squarely in a minefield with deafening roars. The violent explosion engulfed the helicopter in a fireball. Several blood-soaked individuals struggled to crawl out, only to detonate other mines after a few steps. The massive explosion drowned out the screams of the survivors, and a plume of black smoke shot skyward.

After the shelling, a deafening roar swept over the control tower as two bomb-shaped auxiliary fuel tanks tumbled down from the sky. One created a large crater in the ground, while the other, propelled by inertia, crashed through a wall and into a building.

"Showtime!"

Feng Wu boasted triumphantly, pressing the cannon button for a long burst of fire. The cannon's muzzle flashed again, dozens of shells hurtling towards the target. One of the shots accurately hit the auxiliary fuel tank inside the control tower. With a deafening roar, the entire control tower shook and shattered into pieces, turning into a massive fireball, then a gigantic torch shooting into the sky, thick smoke billowing upwards.

This woman… she's incredible. Lu Zhe knew a battle had taken place, but it happened so fast he hadn't seen it clearly. However, he knew a massive explosion had occurred on the ground, the work of this woman behind him. Hearing her triumphant laughter, he broke out in a cold sweat. This woman was practically a female Rambo! Are all the agents in China's intelligence agencies like her?

The militiamen below were terrified, not knowing what had happened, and could only watch helplessly as the plane, having unleashed its firepower, swaggered away.

"Where do we go now?"

Lu Zhe's confidence in Feng Wu had returned. She seemed quite skilled at flying; following her might increase their chances of survival.

“I don’t know either!”

Feng Wu thought about the strange call sign and airspace. That was likely the airspace where the presidential plane was located. Her plane’s original mission was to go there and act as a scapegoat, to have the Red Death shoot her down along with the presidential plane. But now that she was in control, she couldn’t let that happen.

The control stick swung smoothly to the right again, and the plane flew straight towards the border. She planned to reach the border first, then lower the altitude to avoid radar and turn east, flying over the sea unnoticed. On the sea, the mountains were waiting for her.

But what was that strange call sign? Feng Wu had always had doubts about it. Could there be surveillance on the ground? This kind of call sign was usually used for communication between the aircraft and ground command radar. What kind of radar on the ground could command this aircraft? Could Tuoli be so powerful that it could build its own large radar station and air control tower on E country’s land?

Ground radar… Holy crap! That guy!

Feng Wu remembered that US Air Force colonel, the air situation commander at the Djibouti base. As the largest military base of the Western world in Africa, that base's radar system can cover the entire East African region. Its radar is fully capable of comprehensive detection and control of the East African skies. Moreover, as the air situation commander, that guy might have the ability to tamper with radar detection data, or even guide aircraft to attack.

I understand now, I understand everything. That bastard from the world has arranged everything perfectly. Even if a fighter jet taking off from E country's territory shoots down an aerial target in its own airspace, due to the extremely imperfect air radar networks of A and E countries, they might not be able to figure out what happened. The only authoritative source would be the radar data from the Djibouti base, and this guy could simply tamper with the data, making the target "Red Death" appear to have taken off from A country, still shifting the blame to A country.

In other words, even if I don't show up, that bastard from the world can still achieve his basic objective.

"Dark Arrow, Dark Arrow, you've deviated from your course."

A series of gibberish shouts came through the helmet headset. Lü Zhe heard them, but didn't understand what they meant. However, Feng Wu hesitated for a moment, but did not shut down communication with the ground. Instead, she replied, "Received, adjusting course."

Clearly, her guess had likely come true. Lü Zhe also understood what was going on. In fact, he had found it strange; he had never expected that they would only be discovered after flying so far away.

"Have we been discovered?!"

"You're right."

Should we follow ground instructions now? If not, the Red Reaper might act immediately. If we follow her instructions, she might wait until we arrive before making her move, meaning the president could live a little longer.

And a psychopath like that might kill us first, then slowly deal with the unarmed presidential plane.

Perhaps this is the only chance...

In E-country airspace, a Gulfstream small business jet was flying smoothly.

The E-country president was sitting in his seat, resting with his eyes closed. This trip couldn't afford to fail. The iron ore project with China was E-country's largest foreign investment project and a crucial part of his policy. He had gone to great lengths to suppress the restless pro-war faction within the country, even his longtime friend, the vice president, had become estranged from him. He had paid such a huge price; if he still failed, all his efforts would have been in vain.

E-country was too poor; the people needed to eat. Hatred and war were not the way out. He believed that even if some people didn't recognize his efforts now, they would eventually understand his good intentions.

Therefore, even if he sensed something, he had to muster the courage to face it; it was his responsibility as president.

"Your Excellency, there's a situation!"

came the message from the cockpit.

"What's going on?"

"An aircraft is radioing us, telling us to land immediately, saying we're in danger."

"What's going on? Is it our air force?"

"It's right next to us. In fact, it looks like a fighter jet from Country A's air force."

"What!"

The president was shocked. Through the porthole, he saw a huge fighter jet flying close to him, the insignia of Country A's air force prominently displayed on its tail.

How could Country A's air force be in Country E's airspace?

"It's wagging its wings."

The pilot, an experienced pilot, immediately noticed the strange movement.

"Is it hostile?"

"Impossible. If it were an enemy, they would have shot us down already. They request to speak with you."

The president hesitated for a moment, then took the radio and listened. The pilot didn't know the content of the conversation, but he noticed the president's expression shifting between light and shadow, before making a decision immediately after the call ended.

"Is there an airport nearby?"

"Uh, there's an airport 30 kilometers southwest of here, but it's a makeshift airport, only suitable for propeller planes."

"Land there immediately!"

"Yes... Should we call in air support?"

"No, no! Lower the altitude, below radar detection range."

Calling in the air force? Who knows if they'll send a death knell?

"...Yes."

The pilot was a bit bewildered. This was a business jet, not a fighter jet; he wasn't sure how low he could descend.

The president returned to the lounge. His guards, knowing something was wrong, were already fully armed, providing him with parachutes and bulletproof vests. He sat motionless, his face ashen. His guards knew he was furious, wondering what had happened...

Feng Wu watched the plane descend; whether it could escape ground radar was anyone's guess.

Ground command had just instructed her to destroy the aerial target. Of course, if the president's plane descended to radar blind spots, it would appear as if it had suddenly disappeared from radar, making it seem like she had destroyed it, perhaps fooling the enemy. The enemy probably still thought she was the Syrian pilot, and that the Syrian wasn't capable of actually operating the plane in air combat. Would her "shooting down" the target arouse suspicion?

But regardless of their suspicions, according to the script, she was destined to be shot down soon; the Red Death would be coming to finish her off. She needed to hurry and slip away…

At an altitude of 800 meters, Feng Wu turned off her radio, cutting off contact with the ground. Just as she was about to turn, a fast-moving bright spot appeared on the display screen of the No. 01 coherent pulse Doppler radar on the fighter jet.

The Red Death? So fast! Abnormally fast! Had she seen through her trick?

"Enemy plane! Enemy plane!"

Feng Wu's body trembled, her anus tightened, and her voice was filled with tension.

"What? Where?"

Lü Zhe had no idea what was happening and was looking around; how could he see it? Feng Wu stared intently at the radar. The bright spot drew closer and closer: 150 kilometers, 100 kilometers, 80 kilometers… Finally, a small black dot appeared on Feng Wu's wide-angle head-up display.

"Enemy aircraft! 12 o'clock, do you see it?!"

Feng Wu shouted. Lü Zhe, dizzy and disoriented, only saw a huge shadow hurtling past them at high speed. But Feng Wu saw it clearly: a MiG-29 fighter jet, red fuselage, bearing the red eel insignia.

The MiG-29 was flying alongside them. Feng Wu could see inside the cockpit; that bitch wasn't wearing an oxygen mask, grinning grotesquely at them, even licking her lips, while making a death gesture. Then the plane climbed, a shadow flashed past, and disappeared from sight.

Yes, that damned Red Death had arrived.

She had a chance to strike, but she didn't. Clearly, she was playing a cat-and-mouse game.

A fierce determination surged within Feng Wu—the first to strike wins! There was no way to escape now. The other side was there to kill him; he would never leave safely unless he dealt with her.

Radar showed she was only 3 kilometers from the Red Death.

"We're going there!"

Feng Wu tightened the control stick, the sudden acceleration pressing her and Lü Zhe against their seats. They were now only 400 meters above the ground, their speed dropping to 500 kilometers per hour.

Two seconds later, the plane made a sharp turn. Lü Zhe didn't know which way to turn. He felt as if his body was about to explode; his anti-G suit expanded under the pressure, compressing his legs and abdomen, his arms and hands "stuck" to his legs, unable to lift. Weighing 75 kilograms, he now "weighed" 450 kilograms, his heart having to pump 30 kilograms of blood.

Suddenly, all the sensations vanished. Lü Zhe had just caught his breath when the cabin was filled with a

rapid, piercing alarm signal. The dutiful Siren 3 omnidirectional radar warning receiver issued a death knell: the aircraft had been locked onto by another radar!

"Ah! A missile!"

Feng Wu exclaimed in surprise, and Lü Zhe screamed even louder, as if he were about to be pulverized. Feng Wu immediately made a decision, lowering the angle and making a sharp turn to disengage. The powerful G-forces once again tightly squeezed Feng Wu and Lü Zhe into the ejection seats, rendering them unable to move.

A missile swept past the lower right wing of the Su-30, like a fiery dragon chasing its prey, disappearing into the sky with a long trail of flame. Lü Zhe clearly heard Feng Wu let out a long breath; she had truly escaped death.

"Launch the missile! Kill her!"

Lü Zhe didn't know how to fly a plane, but in this life-or-death situation, he wished he were a missile himself, flying out to take down his opponent. He couldn't see what Feng Wu was doing behind him, so he could only shout loudly.

But then he heard a dull metallic scraping sound—the sound of a missile leaving its rails. Turning to look out of the cabin, he saw a missile seemingly suspended in the air, slowly moving forward. He could clearly see the colored stripes on the missile. Soon, the missile, spewing fire, pounced like a startled leopard, accelerating towards the MiG-29.

"Blow her up!"

Lü Zhe roared, as if encouraging the missile. But immediately after launch, Feng Wu ascended. Lü Zhe felt immense pressure again in his legs and abdomen, as if he were about to explode. His ears felt the same way, the veins in his neck became red and swollen, and his lower lip was pulled downwards. He didn't know what Feng Wu looked like now, but he was certain she wasn't much stronger than himself. Then, he went blind.

This terrified him. His eyes were open, but he couldn't see anything; everything was gray. In a short time, the altitude rose from 300 meters to 3000 meters. Lu Zhe was unaware that he was experiencing a 7G overload, which caused optic nerve ischemia and blackouts; the next step could be loss of consciousness.

Perhaps it would be better if he passed out, because what followed was even more terrifying. But before he lost consciousness, everything stopped again. The plane began to dive at near-sonic speed; the ground wasn't approaching at high speed, but rather hurtling towards the plane. Feng Wu was preparing for her second attack. After launching the AA10 missile, a large, annoying spot appeared on the radar, clearly indicating that the enemy had deployed chaff. Feng Wu helplessly watched her missile fly into a cloud of aluminum foil at an altitude of 2000 meters.

"Damn it! Die!"

Feng Wu re-entered the attack position, preparing to lock onto the target with the radar. But this time, locking on wasn't so easy. The Red Reaper kept circling her, then suddenly disappeared from the radar.

"Where did it go! Find it quickly!"

Feng Wu was frantic, looking up and searching in all directions. The sky and earth were one color, a blue expanse outside; a red plane should be easy to spot. But she couldn't find it. Desperate, she shouted for Lü Zhe, who was also disoriented. Suddenly, he saw a terrifying shadow flash to his right.

"There! There! Two o'clock!"

he yelled hoarsely.

Feng Wu saw it too, abruptly turning right and climbing, then rolling to the left in a barrel roll, a series of orange-yellow tongues of fire whistling past.

The MiG-29's machine guns began their death spree, the red-hot trajectories clearly visible even in daylight.

Feng Wu desperately tried to escape the pursuit, shells whizzing past her fuselage. The continuous barrel rolls had taken their toll on Lü Zhe's stomach; he vomited his contents into the cockpit through his mouth and nose.

"Have we been hit?!"

Lu Zhe asked incoherently after vomiting. The plane was making continuous evasive maneuvers, vibrating like an earthquake. He wondered if the plane might disintegrate in mid-air; if so, he would have to find the parachute first.

"Shut your mother's bullshit!"

Feng Wu cursed angrily. She had finally shaken off the pursuers and began to return fire. When the MiG-29 came into her view, the GSH-30 cannon above the right wing strake spat out a vengeful tongue of fire, a series of 30mm shells flying towards her. The cannons on this type of aircraft had an extremely high rate of fire, firing dozens of shells in a single burst. In the end, hundreds of shells were used up in just a few bursts, again without any results. The enemy's evasive maneuvers were equally lucky.

"Fuck your mother's stinking bastard!"

Hearing the curse, Lu Zhe knew that he had missed again.

However, Feng Wu was still relatively confident. While the opponent's technology was clearly superior, the overall combat capability of her Su-30UBK far exceeded that of the MiG-29. The Su-27 series' hypothetical adversary was the F-15, and compared to the MiG-29's hydraulic operating system, the Su-27 series' analog fly-by-wire system was incomparable. Moreover, its engine performance far surpassed its opponent's.

The Red Reaper relied primarily on flying skills, but air combat wasn't just about technique; her luck wasn't necessarily worse than the MiG-29's.

However, just as she thought this, before she could even secure an attack position, the radar warning light went off again; the opponent had once again locked onto her first.

The Red Reaper attacked from the right, an infrared-guided AA8 missile approaching at supersonic speed. Feng Wu jerked the control stick, lowering the bank and making a sharp turn to escape, while simultaneously deploying countermeasures. But at this critical moment, the infrared jamming system suddenly malfunctioned; the countermeasures failed to deploy.

This was a disaster! Feng Wu desperately tried to evade the missile, but she couldn't shake it off. In the nick of time, she suddenly saw the ruins of the control tower on the ground, billowing black smoke.

What was going on? After flying for so long, she had somehow ended up back over that base?

In a flash, her mind raced. She gritted her teeth and made a tough decision; risking something was better than being shot down. She didn't have time to think further. She reduced the throttle and plunged the nose into the increasingly thick smoke.

As expected, the wretched missile lost its way in the smoke and crashed to the ground. Feng Wu had just breathed

a sigh of relief when the Red Death followed. Lü Zhe was still dizzy from the series of maneuvers. He had vomited everything in his stomach, except for bile. His whole body felt like it was falling apart. He felt as if the plane had been electrocuted after plunging into the smoke and now, upon emerging, the entire aircraft was shaking violently. He didn't know what was happening. The world was spinning before his eyes. He resigned himself to fate.

Feng Wu was sweating profusely. She had thought her luck would improve, but it seemed fate was fair to everyone. Her previous maneuver was a gamble. Although she had successfully evaded the pursuing missiles using the smoke, the large amount of smoke inhaled by the engine had rendered the AL-31F turbofan engine inoperable, and the engine tachometer reading plummeted. Feng Wu immediately shut down the engine, raised the nose, and maintained a straight, wireless sideslip when first the radar alarm beeped, followed by a sudden, massive jolt that threw her from her seat.

Her flight helmet slammed heavily against the canopy, and her body was then firmly pressed into the ejection seat. The fighter jet's nose pitched up, and the fuselage began to roll rapidly. The once docile fighter had instantly transformed into an untamed bull, and Feng Wu felt like a matador impaled on its horns. Her limbs felt like lead; she knew that today was likely the end for her. The aircraft had entered an extremely dangerous stall spin.

One lap… three laps… five laps… The Su-30UBK rolled downwards at high speed, getting closer and closer to the ground.

“Pull back! Pull back!”

For the first time in her life, Feng Wu felt true fear. She was so terrified she forgot how to speak Chinese, only able to scream at herself in a distorted voice. With all her might, she finally managed to lift her arm, grab the control stick, and pull it back. The stick seemed rooted to the spot. Feng Wu shouted with her last ounce of strength, “Pull back!”

Hearing this from the front, Lü Zhe knew things were dire. He struggled to lift his hand and grab the control stick, gritting his teeth and wishing he could put all his weight on it.

Finally, with their combined effort, the control stick moved back, the plane turned, and then veered downwards.

Desperate, Feng Wu slammed on the left rudder with all her might, then pushed off the stick. Miraculously, the fighter jet's massive body obeyed the command and stopped rolling. Immediately afterward, he restarted both turbofan engines and pushed the throttle up, the fighter jet roaring out of the thick smoke, at an altitude of only 400 meters.

The Red Reaper had briefly locked onto its target the instant the Phoenix Dance leveled off, but having followed the Phoenix Dance into the smoke, it nearly entered a stall spin and lost sight of the target. The Phoenix Dance pulled back on the stick, quickly climbed, and the Su-30, having regained power, swiftly took a favorable attack position, while the original pursuer lost half its power due to the smoke from its engines.

"You fucking bitch, now it's your turn to taste this!"

Feng Wu adjusted the fire control system and then selected an AA10C semi-active radar-guided long-range air-to-air missile mounted below the left air intake.

After the tracking status stabilized, the missile entered the reversible launch preparation phase: the onboard power was turned on, the seeker automatically adjusted its frequency, and the rotor increased its speed to the specified rotation speed... Once all the requirements for launching the missile were met, a small light began to flash, and a "launch permitted" message appeared in the cockpit.

"Die, you slut!"

Feng Wu flicked her index finger, and the AA10C entered the irreversible launch phase: the fuel cell ignited, the power supply to the aircraft and the missile was switched, and the missile rocket engine safety was released...

A few seconds later, the solid rocket engine at the tail of the AA10C missile emitted a plume of flame, and the heavy missile body began to detach from the pylon rail. Feng Wu noticed that the roar was much louder and the vibrations were much more intense than during her first launch. Then the missile came into view, passing under the aircraft's left engine bay, trembling and spewing fire from end to end. Feng Wu didn't know what was wrong, but something felt off.

Could the left engine be broken?

She didn't know why the thought popped into her head. Launching a missile had never produced such a violent vibration before; it was like an earthquake. She had never encountered anything like this before.

At this moment, this 253-kilogram killing weapon, trailing thick smoke, roared towards its prey: a MiG-29 fighter jet struggling in the black smoke cloud.

1000 meters, 800 meters, 500 meters... the missile was getting closer and closer to its target. The Red Reaper desperately made various evasive maneuvers, but this AA10C was like a hunting dog, relentlessly biting its target. But Feng Wu had no time to admire the missile's trail. Shortly after the missile's launch, she heard a muffled boom amidst the vibrations, followed by a plume of white smoke from the right engine shaft. Her earlier suspicion seemed confirmed: the plane had been struck by some kind of debris. Whether it was engine debris was still unknown, but something must have been shattered during the missile launch.

A bright fireball exploded in the distance; the 39-kilogram missile warhead detonated about 5 meters from the MiG-29's right engine intake. A blinding red lightning bolt streaked across the sky, and the plane, now a burning scrap metal trailing thick smoke, plummeted to the ground. There was no parachute. Seeing this, Lü Zhe excitedly shouted, "We hit it! We took it down!"

Feng Wu seemed not to hear him; her face was deathly pale. The main warning lights were flashing in front of her, and the warning panel was flashing incessantly, like a slot machine.

"Horizontal stabilizer and rudder are out of sync." What was going on?

Then came "oil leak in the piping."

How could there be oil leaking in the piping?

Feng Wu knew that as a trained pilot, you could ignore all the alarms, but you absolutely couldn't ignore the fuel leak alarm. She tried shutting off the fuel supply, but it didn't work. And the consequences were worse; now the alarm panel was warning her that the plane was releasing fuel, and at that moment, the left wing warning light illuminated, indicating that the left engine should be shut down.

What the hell was going on?! Everything seemed to be useless. The engine temperature was rising higher and higher, and the cooling system wasn't working.

Just as Feng Wu's hand reached the left fuel stop lever, the nose suddenly tilted violently forward, and more than 10g of gravitational acceleration pressed down on her. She could no longer reach her mask or the control lever between her legs. Then the fuselage shook violently, the pressure released, and Feng Wu turned her head to see that the left engine at the rear was on fire, possibly having exploded; flames trailed thick smoke, and debris flew everywhere.

"Damn it! Eject! Eject! Eject!"

Feng Wu realized she had lost control of the situation; she finally reached the canopy.

"Pull, that yellow ring between your legs, pull it now!"

Hearing Feng Wu's terrified, distorted voice, Lü Zhe was instantly terrified. He bent down and grabbed the yellow and black striped ring handle. He'd noticed it when boarding the plane and guessed it was the ejection mechanism. Even though Feng Wu said she hadn't learned to land, he never imagined he'd actually need it. "

What did I do in my past life to deserve such a terrible death?" he thought.

"What should I do!"

he yelled.

"The plane is crashing!"

Feng Wu's shout shattered Lü Zhe's last hope. This woman said she hadn't learned to land; damn it, it was all premeditated. Thinking this, he steeled himself. He'd already escaped death today, seen all sorts of missiles, so he might as well go for it!

He pulled the ring with a vengeance.

In a mere second, the two of them went from the ear-splitting cabin to the peaceful, tranquil airspace…

Amidst a thunderous roar, the out-of-control plane transformed into a roaring fire dragon, plunging into the only relatively intact three-story building in the now-ruined base. Immediately afterward, the entire ground seemed to shake. A massive fireball, accompanied by blasts of smoke and dust, rose into the air. The reinforced concrete walls of the three-story building, like fragile, rotting cardboard, were shattered and torn apart by the intense heat and explosions from the burning fuel. The entire third floor, enveloped in a massive column of black smoke and a red fireball, was hurled into the air along with countless raindrops of brick and stone fragments, before collapsing in mid-air as burning rubble.

Simultaneously, a tidal wave of intense heat overturned everything, collapsing nearby buildings, and the entire base was completely enveloped in towering smoke, flames, and billowing dust.

Two parachutes bloomed in the air.

"Is that her?"

"Go check it out!"

A large crowd had gathered around the base, all witnessing this unforgettable scene. Upon seeing the two parachutes, someone shouted the order to attack, and over a dozen vehicles turned and sped towards the direction the parachutes were drifting…

************************************** (Separation line)

When Feng Wu awoke from her unconsciousness, the first thing she saw was a mountain.

"Where…where am I?"

She looked around groggily. She was still on an IV drip, and the surrounding space was small, but the medical facilities seemed very advanced.

She tried to recall, remembering that her parachute had malfunctioned, and she seemed to have descended very quickly. When she landed, she was dazed and disoriented, and it seemed she had fallen into a pond. But after that, she seemed to have been knocked unconscious or… she couldn't quite remember.

"Right, there were people... She saw people then, a lot of people. Was she captured...?

" "You were on our warship."

"Our... warship?"

"Yes, Feng Wu, you succeeded. The president is safe; he's saved."

"I... I succeeded?"

"Yes, you shot down the world's assassin. You did it. Well done!"

"Red Death... is she dead?"

"Dead. You severed one of the world's arms."

"Our ship..."

"It's been found."

"How did you find me?" "

Those people are our people. Our secret forces deployed in Africa, operating under the guise of employees of companies like CITIC and Dongxing. They arrived just as your plane crashed."

“Dongxing? Could it be that Gluttony, Rodman, and the others…”

“You understand it yourself, no need to say it aloud…”

Colonel Chen Zhiwei slowly walked down the bridge, looking at the young man standing on the port side. He had already woken up, but he didn’t know what Gao Shan had said to him. After that, he just stood there, staring blankly at the surging sea.

These people… Chen Zhiwei suddenly felt a pang of emotion, unsure how to describe it.

What kind of storms had these people experienced in Africa? Even the ship-seizure mission that he, as a supporting character, assisted in was a rare and fierce battle. And what these protagonists had experienced was probably far more perilous than the battles he had faced. They must have been risking their lives for the interests of their motherland in this foreign land. Gao Shan said that they had lost many comrades in this operation; these were the true unsung heroes.

He didn’t disturb the young man, silently watching him for a while before turning and walking away…

Inside the medical bay, Feng Wu lowered her head, but her hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

The world had gone mad, and the culprit hadn’t been caught. Su Chen has also disappeared, and so has Hong Shitai. It turns out he really was that mole. Unfortunately, our people arrived too late. The president isn't dead, and Dongxing's iron ore contract is protected. The second-generation leader, exposed for colluding with terrorists to murder his brother and attempt a coup, has been ousted. Tuoli's forces have been expelled, China's international influence in Africa has finally been restored, the Americans' conspiracy has finally failed, and their Africa Command has been shelved once again…

These should all be good news, but right now, she feels no emotion whatsoever.

"Will that vice president step down?"

"We don't know, and it's not something we can decide."

Gao Shan is also helpless about this. “But now the initiative is in our hands. If the higher-ups want him to step down, they will. But…”

“I know, this is a perfect handle. Those higher-ups will make full use of it.”

Feng Wu’s tone was calm, as if she were talking about something unrelated to her. Then she asked, “What about Zhou Xu and the others? How are they?”

“They’ve already returned home. The plane crashed. Their mission is over.”

“Looks like I’ve dragged them down.”

“In our line of work, no one can win forever. Everyone has their day.”

“Dongxing’s contract is still valid. Is it the same old, ridiculous contract? Now that we’ve won, why not revise it?”

“Do you remember this person?”

Gao Shan showed her a picture of a Middle Eastern man.

“I remember seeing him on TV. He’s one of Assad’s confidants, right? Oh, and I’ve met him and Hou…”

“Do you remember the original plan we had? Our actions at sea were based on intelligence provided by the French themselves. Their purpose was to secure this deal in exchange for our non-obstruction of the UN resolution on Libya. And then we voted against the Syrian issue. And this person is the manager of the Assad family’s private fund.”

“They had the same goal…”

Feng Wu understood.

“Right, they had the same goal. If others could buy abstentions from us, they could also buy dissenting votes.”

“The price they paid, could it be exactly the same as the amount of money Dongxing invested in this iron ore project…”

“Yes, we didn’t actually lose out in this deal. Someone else paid the price for us. Dongxing isn’t like other companies; those at the top won’t really let them lose out.”

Feng Wu let out a long breath, her expression calm.

"What are you planning to do with me in the ministry?"

"...You might not be able to stay in the ministry anymore. If possible, I can arrange something for you..."

"Are you at Swift Company in Hong Kong? I...want to get away for a while..."

"...It seems you really care about that rich second-generation..."

"Perhaps..."

"Then I have nothing more to say..."

"By the way, where's Lü Zhe?"

"He's awake."

"I want to see him..."

At sea, amidst the undulating waves and howling winds, Lü Zhe turned to look at Feng Wu, who had somehow appeared beside him.

"I'm sorry, I dragged you into all of this."

"You did it for the country, I know. I just want to know why you chose me in the first place?"

"It was just a coincidence. I just felt you had potential. But everything went out of control afterward..." "

...Did you see Su Chen?"

"Yes."

"She..."

"She should still be alive."

"Is that so..."

Lü Zhe slowly turned his head, staring at the golden rays of dawn on the distant sea, his gaze seemingly piercing through time and space, reaching the end of that dawn.

"She's alive, I will find her..."

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