Yellow Hair shivered involuntarily but still mustered up the courage to say, "Boss, you can’t be so aloof. You need to get closer to us, otherwise it won’t help in earning our trust." He glanced at the others, who immediately nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Boss, we know nothing about you. It’s not fair that you keep everything from us," Xiao Quan echoed. He had heard from Yellow Hair that the Boss might have a girlfriend; he’d always seen him staring at a photo. Unfortunately, they’d never been able to see the person in the photo clearly. What kind of woman could tame someone like the Boss? They were really curious. Yan Song pressed his lips together and snorted at their expectant faces, "We’re almost at the station. Check your gear. Stop chatting about nonsense." The group pouted. The Boss was always such a killjoy. Why was it such a problem to talk a bit? The more you bottled things up, the worse it got. Yan He lowered her eyelashes, feeling a bit melancholic inside. Yan Song reached into his shirt pocket and pinned on his epaulette, giving him an even more spirited appearance. The two golden stripes and three stars on his shoulder were almost blinding. The group’s gaze immediately became more serious and intense. In one year, he had risen from a non-commissioned officer to a colonel, a rank that most people took years to achieve. However, he had accomplished it all in just a year, thanks to his accumulated military merits. He had so many wounds on his body that even he probably couldn’t count them all. At this moment, a genuine sense of respect arose in the hearts of the group. They silently took out their own epaulettes and donned them. The helicopter arrived at the nearest rendezvous point, and the group jumped off. The leading man strode inside. The latest decoded intelligence had come through. Yan Song looked at the intelligence, his knuckles turning white from his grip. "They’re complete lunatics." The location, Jiangzhou, the coordinates, a major theater, time, 11:18PM1314... He glanced at his watch. There wasn’t enough time! Jiangzhou... His eyes narrowed. Why had the enemy chosen this city specifically? Was it just a coincidence? Thinking of that person being there, he desperately wanted to go back. "I’ve already contacted the local police department and urgently dispatched anti-terrorism elites to the scene. Although the timing is tight, saving even one life is worth it," the officer sighed. "I request immediate return to the country. The enemy infiltrating Jiangzhou is clearly intended to create panic. We can’t allow this to continue. I’ve dealt with this criminal group multiple times and understand them the best. I will do everything I can to crush their conspiracy and bring peace to the people and the nation." The special operations team led by Yan Song had shown brilliant achievements over the past year. Each member had their own strengths and had carried out numerous high-difficulty secret missions. They were the sharp sword of the party and the country, rarely unsheathed, but they would shed blood when they were. And he wasn’t wrong. During their missions abroad, they had many encounters with this criminal group and understood them well. Sending Yan Song was the most appropriate decision. "This criminal group is extremely cunning. Each member is extremely skilled in hiding. Previously, they only caused trouble abroad, but two years ago they started extending their reach domestically, drawing high attention from our police force. Despite dispatching countless investigators, nothing was discovered, and many were ruthlessly killed. They’re arrogant and cruel. More importantly, this is a deeply rooted organization. To destroy them, we must do so bit by bit and avoid hastiness." Yan Song squinted, a flicker of coldness flashing in his eyes, "Understood." "Special Operations Command of the Army, regarding the appointment notice of Captain Yan Song of the First Special Battalion..." As the officer’s solemn voice sounded, Yan Song stood straight, legs together, and saluted in standard military fashion. His face was cold, his gaze steadfast. Twenty minutes later, a plane traveling from South America to Country Hua cruised above the stratosphere. The man gazed out at the rolling clouds, his eyes filled with longing. When the explosion occurred, Bai Ran was completely stunned. With a loud "bang," white light exploded before her eyes and the ground shook violently, the world spinning around her. Crying and screaming mixed with the sound of walls crumbling, the cacophony ringing in her ears. The world was in chaos. A bodyguard pushed her to the ground, shielding her from the debris falling. Warm blood sprayed on her cheek, and the thick smell of blood at the tip of her nose made her want to retch. The world was in disarray, her ears buzzed. She didn’t understand what had happened. Why was this happening? "Madam, quick, go!" The bodyguard protected her as they escaped through the back door. She stumbled, but her survival instinct overcame her fear, and she ran out with all her might. Fragments flew around her, scraping her skin, her arms. She didn’t feel the pain, just knew she had to keep running. She couldn’t die here; she had a husband, a son, and her unborn daughter... Clutching her hand over her bulging belly, she ran out, enduring her body’s discomfort. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel fire.net