The atmosphere was heavy and sorrowful, but Yaodao didn't want everyone to be sad for him. He forced back his pain and joked, "Look at you all, why are you all so sad? I'm still alive, aren't I?"
Huang Ya knelt beside Yao Dao, tears streaming down her face, unable to express her emotions in words. Yao Dao had always protected her, and his love for her was an open secret. Although Huang Ya never said it, she also harbored deep feelings for Yao Dao.
At this moment, she could no longer suppress her emotions and hugged the demon sword, weeping bitterly. For the demon sword, if losing an arm could bring Huang Ya's love, then it was all worth it.
While everyone was still immersed in grief, Yang Meilin keenly sensed that something was wrong...
"Where are the captain and Old Dog?"
After a period of chaos and clamor, this question, like a whisper in the wind, gently echoes in the air.
...
"Old dog, what are you doing?"
Zhao Zhuowen and Lin Chen finally managed to shake off their pursuers, only to be surprised to find that Lin Chen suddenly stopped and seemed to want to go back!
Lin Chen's eyes were cold, and his voice was low and firm: "The drone is gone. Our mission is not yet complete, and the prey is still lingering on."
He didn't want his first attempt to end in disappointment.
Moreover, how did Yao Dao get so badly injured? And how did they fall into the ambush? There was clearly a traitor behind this, and that traitor was very likely the target of this mission—the prey they had been tracking all along.
In Lin Chen's heart, even though they had killed nearly a hundred of the enemy's people, it still seemed insufficient to avenge the Demon Blade. He had to personally kill the culprit to quell the anger in his heart.
At this moment, Lin Chen was dangerous and terrifying. The battle lasted only about an hour from start to finish, but he had already killed nearly fifty people.
In other words, more than half of the team's total kills were at Lin Chen's hands. He averaged one kill per minute and even destroyed a high-tech military drone.
For Lin Chen, killing had become a game, like Call of Duty, Battlefield, CS, or PUBG. Those being killed were no longer vibrant lives, but ordinary players.
But as long as the "boss" doesn't die, the game won't end.
Quitting now means losing the game!
"I'm going back." Lin Chen took the bullets from Zhao Zhuowen, replenished his ammunition, and then prepared to turn around and go back.
"Old dog, calm down!" Zhao Zhuowen knew what going back meant and hurriedly stopped Lin Chen. But Lin Chen was already in a frenzy and couldn't be persuaded at all.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Lin Chen's voice was deep and firm.
"You... fine, fine, but I must tell you, within an hour, no matter what the outcome, you must retreat!" Zhao Zhuowen said helplessly, knowing that he couldn't persuade Lin Chen, and could only watch Lin Chen disappear into the forest step by step.
...
As evening fell, Lin Chen dragged his weary body back to his lodgings. In his hand he carried a large bag wrapped in cloth, which seemed to contain some secret.
"Old dog, why are you only getting back now?"
When the agreed-upon hour was up, Zhao Zhuowen wanted to go and meet Lin Chen, but he was delayed because he had to cover Yao Dao and Yang Meilin's medical treatment. He had been worried about Lin Chen's safety, and now that he finally saw Lin Chen return safely, he felt somewhat relieved.
However, Lin Chen looked exhausted and reeked of blood. His arms, face, and body were covered in wounds, some of which had even scabbed over.
Zhao Zhuowen inadvertently caught a glimpse of Lin Chen's eyes, and in that instant, he felt as if he were seeing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his heart trembling involuntarily. How many people must he have killed to have such eyes!
"Where is the Demon Blade?" Lin Chen's voice was deep and powerful. This question, combined with the fierce aura emanating from him, instilled fear in everyone, daring not to entertain the slightest thought of resistance. They could only obediently point in one direction.
"He's been taken to the hospital and is still in surgery," someone replied. Yao Dao's condition was critical; not only was his arm blown off, but shrapnel had also embedded itself in his body. He was currently receiving emergency treatment.
Then, everyone noticed something strange about Lin Chen. Blood was seeping from the cloth bag he was carrying, dripping onto the ground. Everyone was filled with curiosity and doubt.
When Lin Chen opened the bundle, everyone saw two human heads!
They instinctively stepped back, the scene too gruesome. However, upon closer inspection, they realized the two severed heads looked strangely familiar!
"Why do those two heads look so familiar?"
Black Mamba frowned, deep in thought. Because the blood on their heads had congealed, their faces were not clearly defined. However, everyone still felt that the faces were somewhat familiar.
Zhao Zhuowen was the first to react. He had seen these two photos more than once. These were the "prey" of this mission! He hadn't expected Lin Chen to actually return alone, complete the mission, and bring back the "prey's" head!
He had originally prepared himself for the mission to fail and to accept punishment from the club and higher authorities. But now it seems they have accomplished a great feat!
But that wasn't what surprised him the most. What truly surprised him was the owner of another head—that person who made him grit his teeth, the leader of the "Harris" organization, Harris III!
The leader of that terrorist organization, whose lineage had lasted for three generations, was always heavily guarded. Even Interpol faced immense difficulties in taking him down. And now, his head had appeared here!
Moreover, Lin Chen went alone from beginning to end. What does this mean? Even considering this possibility, the crowd still found it hard to believe.
"Unfortunately, the leader of the polar bears is thousands of miles away from us. We'll look for him next time."
After Lin Chen finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving everyone with astonished looks and lingering feelings of unease.
...
During this time, Lin Chen and Zhao Zhuowen returned to Haizhou City together. Lin Chen felt that the mission was over and it was time for him to return to school. However, Zhao Zhuowen was unwilling to let Lin Chen go back under any circumstances.
"Hey, Old Dog, you really deserve the most credit for this mission. I've officially submitted your application to join the 'Operation Red Sea' club. I can even guarantee you'll become the vice-captain, how about it?" Zhao Zhuowen said, looking at Lin Chen expectantly.
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