"You’re pretty arrogant, huh!" Tang Lin said with a smile, "Starting from that matter until now, hasn’t it been five or six hours? They’re still not taking anything with them. On one hand, it shows their arrogance, on the other hand, it shows they’re idiots." "That’s not entirely true," Song Yun replied. "This situation isn’t just known to those bastards and us; who knows how many people around the world are keeping an eye on this. And those bastards have been making a lot of noise about this with us recently. If they can take us down effortlessly over there, it would unquestionably be an opportunity to save face. Although the domestic side definitely won’t admit any connection to us, everyone knows it in their hearts. If we get taken out, it’s like we’ve embarrassed ourselves greatly!" "The domestic intelligence analysis says the same thing," Song Xuri said with a smile. "So the organization hopes everyone can bring glory to the country." "Hehe, the organization doesn’t need to say that," Song Yun sneered, twisting his neck. "At home, we have to hold back deliberately, fearing that if things get out of hand, they’ll be uncontrollable. But now, hehe, if we don’t kill a few more today, it really wouldn’t live up to our reputation back home." "I feel the same way," Judge said, a strange red hue on his face, an aura around him distinctly different. The name Judge is not just a simple name; it represents the illustrious past behind him. Judge was jailed back then because he took out too many people, and now this human weapon is being completely unleashed by the state. Even Song Yun isn’t sure if that’s good or bad because Judge carries a heavy air of bloodlust, so heavy it makes Song Yun uncomfortable. This kind of killing machine compared to someone like Song Yun, who has also killed many, is still quite different. Song Yun kills with a purpose, while Judge often kills based on his whims. "Judge, keep it in check," Mr. Lang said disapprovingly, glancing at Judge. From Judge, he could also sense a discomforting aura, even causing Mr. Lang’s hair to stand on end slightly. Mr. Lang’s first instinct was that this person was dangerous. "Hehe," Judge chuckled, his expression normalizing in an instant, then glanced at Mr. Lang and said, "Mr. Lang, how about we see who takes out more later on?" "I’m not a killer," Mr. Lang replied with his eyes closed. "I just do the job." "Fine then," Judge shrugged, moved to the side, and started examining a piece of equipment. Song Yun and Tang Lin exchanged a glance, both showing a hint of helplessness in their eyes. Judge’s temperament was still something they couldn’t fully grasp. Although Song Yun had saved Judge, he felt that with Judge’s nature, the favor of saving his life might really mean nothing. If Judge went on a killing spree later, Song Yun wasn’t too concerned about how many people he killed, but he was worried it might ruin things. "We’ll just have to take it one step at a time," Song Yun glanced at Judge, then turned to the side to begin selecting equipment. The equipment here was abundant, including some high-tech items. For example, the wetsuit was capable of withstanding immense pressure, allowing you to swim at depths of tens of meters underwater without worrying about being crushed. There’s also the small oxygen respirator, about the size of a palm, worn around the waist, which can supply about a day’s worth of oxygen. "Damn, this is too high-tech!" Song Yun said, looking at the oxygen respirator and wetsuit. "It’s at least 20 years ahead of what’s out there." "The equipment on our nuclear submarine is the most advanced in the world!" Song Xuri said with a hint of pride. "Even with just the capability of our submarine, completing your current task would be a walk in the park. But if we really fired, it would escalate to direct warfare. Sigh." Talking about this brought an uncontrollable sense of disappointment to Song Xuri’s face. "In a war, we’re not really afraid of anyone. It’s just a shame the higher-ups never let us fight. It’s frustrating." "The higher-ups have more to consider than we do," Song Yun said with a smile. "If a fight breaks out, others definitely won’t sit back and watch. In Southeast Asia, there are plenty of bastards eager to give us a hard time. They’re like white-eyed wolves. One misstep and ten or more countries could gang up on us, and no matter how powerful we are, we’ll only get trashed." "Sometimes I’d rather be thrashed than feel so frustrated," Song Xuri said with a helpless smile, then continued, "But enough about that. You guys rest well here. I’ll come over when we’re close. If you want to tour the submarine, I can have someone show you around. Just don’t wander off alone. There are many things on a submarine, lots you shouldn’t touch." "Got it!" Song Yun nodded. For more chapters visıt 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁 After Song Xuri left, Mr. Lang, who had been sitting with eyes closed, opened his eyes. He looked at the people around him and said, "For this operation, as per the higher-ups’ orders, I’ll be in full charge. In other words, I’m your team leader. I hope later on you’ll follow my orders and arrangements." "Oh? How come I never heard you’d be the team leader?" Song Yun asked as he sat to the side, looking at Mr. Lang. "I remember when Groups One, Two, and Three went on missions together, it was always someone from Group Three leading. Why the change this time?" "This time is special, needing someone who can oversee the whole situation. As the deputy leader of Group One, having completed no less than a hundred missions, I consider myself somewhat capable of that. What, you want to be the team leader? If I remember correctly, this is your first time on a mission with other group members, right?" "It’s true that this is my first mission, but, you see, I’m the type who likes freedom, not being managed. So later, you do your thing, I’ll do mine. After all, there are two boats. I’ll take one and do my own thing. You find the other one and do yours, just don’t bother me," Song Yun said. "Are you saying you want to defy the higher-ups’ arrangement?" Mr. Lang said, his face darkening. "You don’t represent certain people," Song Yun said with a smile, shaking his hand dismissively. "What, you unhappy with what I said? Want to have a spar?"