"Yo, is this a personal vendetta?" Song Yun asked. "It has to be," Song Ergou replied with a wicked grin. "This time for the mission, I hope you can play around more with the Filipino monkeys." "Dad, you’re so bad," Song Yun said. "Just for your personal grudge, you’re sending me to risk my life. What if they take me out?" "If you get taken out by Filipino monkeys, then you’re not my son. By the way, do you know why the organization picked you for this mission?" Song Ergou asked. "Because I’m handsome?" "Are you as handsome as me? Actually, it’s mainly because you have that military immunity. Even if you get caught, legally they can’t do anything to you. Of course, they won’t admit they sent you out; you have to be prepared to be abandoned," Song Ergou said seriously. "Any foreign mission is not acknowledged. If you’re captured or killed, they’ll cut ties with you immediately, and you’ll be labeled a terrorist." "Damn, doesn’t that leave us in a bad spot?" Song Yun said. "This is common knowledge. Like the US Seal Assault Team — if they get caught in our Shen Zhou, the US system absolutely wouldn’t admit them. But you have military immunity this time, so even if you get caught, the Filipino system won’t have the authority to deal with you — you might end up in the international court," Song Ergou said. "Okay, stop talking now," Song Yun quickly said. "Say something good instead." "Something good? There’s nothing much to say. Son, I wish you great success," Song Ergou said, then abruptly hung up. Song Yun pouted, picked up the phone, and dialed the previous number. The phone rang once, and the other side picked up. "Comrade Song Yun, have you thought it over?" "Who’s doing the mission with me?" Song Yun asked. "There will be several colleagues from the National Security Bureau Special Action Department’s Team One and Team Two with you — they’re all very experienced," "Alright then," Song Yun said. "I’ll take the mission." "Thank you, Comrade Song Yun. Since you’ve accepted the mission, I can tell you some details..." The person on the other end went on about the mission details, which were pretty much what Song Ergou had said — to prioritize peace, and rescuing people first. Song Yun naturally filtered out these words. Peace first? If someone sleeps with your wife, do you still say peace first? Is this stupidity? Or stupidity? Anyway, Song Yun’s thoughts were simple: go there and kill as many as possible. After all, their community is different, and killing Filipino monkeys is doing good in his books. "Participants in this operation will arrive in G City by tonight. We’ll give further instructions then. Thank you for your cooperation, Comrade Song Yun," the man on the other end said. "For the country!" Song Yun said with a smile. After hanging up, Song Yun looked at the time. It was already approaching evening, and judging by what they said, he estimated only had a few hours left. "Jue Wu, you heard my phone call just now, didn’t you?" Song Yun turned to Jue Wu beside him. "Yeah, I heard a bit. Brother Song Yun, are you heading out on a mission?" Jue Wu asked. "Got some business, so I estimate I won’t be around here tomorrow. Keep an eye on things here," "Got it," Jue Wu nodded and said. "Brother Song Yun, do you need manpower?" "No need," Song Yun shook his head, "The higher-ups have prepared for us." After briefing Jue Wu, the car drove into the center of G City. Song Yun was thinking if he should visit the think tank brought by Song Tieniu since they came all the way to G City to handle some business affairs for him — not visiting would seem rude. But it seemed that fate didn’t want Song Yun to hit on girls. Before he reached the think tank, the phone rang. The caller was an old acquaintance, though they hadn’t kept in touch much. Xiao Qiang, previously beside Tang Hunshi in Beijing. "Song Yun, I hate you," Xiao Qiang lamented over the phone as soon as it connected, giving Song Yun goosebumps, thinking he hadn’t gotten Xiao Qiang pregnant, so why the hate? "What’s up?" Song Yun asked. "You’ve been in G City for so many days, but you haven’t come to find me!" Xiao Qiang complained. "Are you not treating me as a friend?" Hearing this, Song Yun suddenly recalled — Xiao Qiang’s family is in Guangdong! "Oh, I’ve been too busy," Song Yun quickly smiled apologetically. "Also, I feared disturbing you." "Disturbing me? You just forgot about me, didn’t you?" Xiao Qiang said discontentedly. "No matter what, you have to come out to meet me now. We have to have dinner tonight; otherwise, I won’t consider you a brother." Follow current novels on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 "Well..." Song Yun hesitated, but Xiao Qiang promptly added, "Unless you’re hitting on a girl tonight, push everything else for our chat." "Alright, where are you? I’ll come find you now," Song Yun said. Xiao Qiang always left Song Yun with a good impression and had helped him before — Song Yun felt he owed Xiao Qiang a significant favor. Plus, Xiao Qiang seemed to be doing well in G City, so getting to know more local experts would be beneficial for Song Yun’s plans in the Pearl River Delta. "At Fenghua Juedai," Xiao Qiang said. "Just use GPS navigation to find me." After hanging up, Song Yun told the driver the name, then sat back to rest his eyes. Before long, the car stopped. Jue Wu got out first to open the car door. After stepping out, Song Yun realized he was at a golf course entry, and Xiao Qiang was standing not far away.