The darkness of the night grew thicker.
In the ungoverned area thousands of miles away.
Kawang's eyes dimmed.
Almost everyone knew that the mercenaries were supposed to be back at this time but they hadn't returned.
They couldn't even contact them.
Very quickly, Kawang found the answer.
The other party had purposely given him this answer.
Because the only place with internet access was the fact that his underlings had been captured alive by the Chinese soldiers.
In their world, being captured alive was more humiliating than being shot dead.
That wasn't all. The news that came back made Kawang's face sink.
The entertainment industry's suppression and regulation made it more difficult for them to sell their goods.
In addition, there was the phone call he had just received.
"Kawang, seriously, it's not that I don't want to take your goods but the limelight is too tight. You should do it yourself."
The biggest supplier had stopped working with them.
This made Kawang narrow his eyes.
That person also said to him, "I think you've been targeted by the people over there. Do you want to find a way to hide?"
"Hide?" Kawang only said one word before ending the call. He smiled slowly and raised his hand, smashing the phone onto the ground, shattering into pieces.
A faint blood-red color appeared in his eyes. Coupled with the white coat he was wearing, it would only make people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.
He glanced up at the people beside him. "Do you think I, Kawang, need to hide?"
Of course not.
It wasn't just that he didn't need to.
If those people wanted to find him, it wouldn't be easy for them to do so.
Looking around, no one could catch Kawang.
"Fan Jia, make a trip to the school and organize an adventure. Get them to collect the prize money I've prepared for them." Kawang glanced down at his white-gloved hands.
Fan Jia chuckled lightly. "Master, you don't have to go through so much trouble. Even if there's no prize money, they will come just by saying that it's an adventure."
"It's true that there's a prize money." Kawang placed his hands down. "The more foolish a person is, the more attention they will get. Which person doesn't want attention now? The more attention they get, the more satisfaction they will get. Remember, even though a pretty flower can control people, spiritual food can easily captivate them. As long as you can get them attention, they won't care if they snatch other people's things. Make use of this and you will be able to control them. I'll wait here for you."
Fan Jia knew this was her last chance to prove herself.
She couldn't find that useless person no matter how hard she tried. Hence, she could only act at the school.
"Speaking of which, the Chinese soldiers are really stupid. Before they even take action, we already have enough people to negotiate with them." Fan Jia said this to make Kawang feel better.
Kawang paused. "Compared to that, I'm more interested in who killed the people I sent. Can't you find out?"
Fan Jia's first reaction was to find an excuse. "China's defense system isn't easy to infiltrate. Moreover, they were in an uninhabited area. Be it the data or the electronic map, there are only empty lands and villages. There aren't any traces of troops or China's checkpoints …"
"Forget it," Kawang interrupted her. "Compared to your brother, you are still lacking."
Fan Jia clenched her fists but didn't dare to say anything.
In reality, Fan Jia wasn't the hacker Kawang wanted.
He had tried to collaborate with Z three times.
Unfortunately, people with different goals couldn't work together.
Z was similar to Qin Mo in his eyes.
He could have been more outstanding, but he was completely tied down by some unimportant things.
What did people want?
The two of them should feel the same way as him.
Even the Bible had a detailed description of it.
It was human nature to be selfish.
There had been soldiers from China who had looked for him.
Which time had he been able to go back?
This time, he didn't even wait for them to move, killing them directly.
That was Kawang's thought.
However, an hour ago.
That meant it was 1: 37 am and 40 seconds in China time.
The members of the operation team gathered at one point from all directions.
It was late at night. This time, they weren't wearing the Chinese battle uniform. Instead, they were dressed in black. Their masks, gloves, and even their backpacks were all black.
This meant that they weren't allowed to leave their names behind for this mission.
But that wasn't what Prince was concerned about. Why wasn't there a black youngster in the team?!
He widened his eyes in confusion and wanted to ask a question, but was pulled back by Wolf Fang.
At this moment, Prince finally saw the tall and slender figure.
He seemed to have arrived earlier than them. He stood under the military plane with one hand stuffed into his pocket. His black hair was messy and cold from the wind from the propeller.
"Are you ready?"
This was the first thing he said, and it sounded like a normal military drill.
But everyone knew this wasn't a military drill. They were really going to take action.
"Reporting, we're ready!"
Prince listened to the voices around him. For some reason, his chest felt warm. He wanted to ask Little Blackie where he was. Why wasn't Little Blackie around when there was a stranger?
He had always assumed that they would be working together.
Qin Mo's dark gaze shifted over, his voice calm as he asked, "What about you?"
Prince opened his mouth, feeling the pressure.
Qin Mo didn't seem to have the time to look at him. He turned and opened the cabin door. With a swoosh, his tall and slender silhouette seemed to blend in with the moonlight against the backdrop of the military plane. His nobility didn't diminish. "If you're not ready, go back."
Prince heard him, pressing his heels together. "Reporting, I'm ready!"
"Then board the plane."
The order was not mandatory, but it invisibly made people want to obey it.
"Other than the eight of us here, no one else will know the details of this mission. The confidentiality level is S," Qin Mo said as he picked up the rifle on the ground. Qin Mo picked up the rifle on the ground. "Since we are entering another country, we will dismantle all your guns and insert the parts into the camouflage tools." With that, Qin Mo paused. "Hunter."
"Here."
"Take off."
"Yes."
Did that mean that even the pilot was a member of the team?
In that instant, Prince felt different.
Indeed, he had gone on missions in the past but there would be a designated pilot to place him at the designated location.
But this time, they had no idea what they were going to face.
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