Was he also there to steal information?

Tang Shengkai pointed with difficulty in the direction the blond man had run off in, "Catch him, catch him, he's a spy."

Tang Shengkai's English was really terrible, and coupled with his serious injuries, his mind was not as sharp, and he remembered words even less clearly, but he still managed to come out one by one.

The American soldier supporting him understood and even felt sorry for him. "Yes, he's a spy from Russia. We've been watching him for a long time. You don't need to worry about him. I'll have someone take you to the medical center right now."

Tang Shengkai didn't quite understand, but it didn't seem like he was being reprimanded. He was covered in wounds, and they had agreed before going to the battlefield that he shouldn't use his spiritual power unless it was a matter of life and death.

He shouldn't die in his current state, right? Then there's no need to use spiritual power.

Chang Yin had already finished copying the data when he heard the American soldiers shouting. He closed the folder, put the data into his spatial ring, and wanted to go out immediately to check the situation outside, but it would be difficult to explain his presence inside the headquarters.

He casually grabbed a stack of documents from the table and put them into his spatial storage. While the American soldiers went out to arrest people, he went out and saw Tang Shengkai's condition. Tang Shengkai was still conscious. He shook his head at Chang Yin, and Chang Yin immediately used an invisibility talisman to chase after the blond-haired, blue-eyed man.

That man had to be eliminated. He was an eyewitness. So Tang Shengkai could delay rescuing him, but if the man escaped, things would be different. Right under the noses of the American soldier supporting Tang Shengkai, Chang Yin slipped away.

He ran in another direction. He understood what the American soldier had said. Since that guy was sent by Russia, his purpose should be the same as theirs. They came in at similar times, which meant that their escape routes would be almost identical.

As expected, Chang Yin hadn't run far before he intercepted the blond-haired, blue-eyed man, Gagarin.

The night was as thick as ink, and the routes of the US military camp were vaguely visible in the moonlight.

Chang Yin held the invisibility talisman in his palm, his figure blending into the shadows, and sped along Gagarin's frantic footsteps like a ghost.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the figure fleeing in disarray ahead. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and every step he took was silent, yet carried an oppressive sense of certainty.

Gagarin's rapid breathing was exceptionally clear in the quiet night. He kept glancing back, cold sweat trickling down his forehead and soaking his collar. Suddenly, a faint gust of wind swept past him from behind. His pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively fell forward.