"I'll give you three seconds to think, if you release the hostages, I'll cripple you, then secretly send you to prison, where you can barely survive and maybe, if your reeducation excels, after twenty or thirty years, you'll have a chance to breathe some fresh air before you die."
"If you stubbornly persist, sorry, no matter the cost, don't even think of staying alive."
"Three..."
"Two..."
"One!!"
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Eastern Europe, Wu Country.
Huang Hai removed his bandages. At this point, there were no visible injuries on the outside.
While walking, he didn't show any noticeable signs of discomfort.
But when he tried running, he appeared a bit awkward, limping, which looked somewhat amusing.
The first batch of reserve forces, after consulting Zhang Beixing, had dispersed as per his instructions, each acting independently.
This time, compared to Neon, their equipment and logistics for the operation were well-assured.
The mission objective was singular.
