However, in the human world, no superpower user has yet been born who can escape from under Lu Heng’s nose.
Lu Heng raised his hand to grasp the flas, sliced open the wall with a single sword, and rushed out of the laboratory with the flas, throwing them onto the street.
Once he left the fire scene, he finally saw the shape of the flas clearly.
It was a humanoid fla, with the entire body burning.
Xie Shi’en followed out as well, releasing the spiritual field to extinguish the flas on this person’s body, finally revealing his true face.
This fiery figure’s true face was a bald black man, his entire body as black as charcoal.
Upon seeing the fiery figure’s true face, Lu Heng recognized the person’s class, a Third Transition [Flaming Gargoyle], no wonder he could hide in the fire scene.
If Lu Heng didn’t trust Su Muyu’s abilities, it wouldn’t have been possible for the arsonist to escape silently, he might have missed this person.
This person hid in the fiercest flas in the storage room, which was filled with toxic chemicals; a normal person would be in trouble with just one breath.
If Lu Heng didn’t possess the S-Level [Divine Origin Battle Armor], he wouldn’t have dared to enter and check it out.
If Lu Heng hadn’t checked the storage room earlier, after the four of them left, this black man could have easily left.
...
After the flas were extinguished, the black man got up and still wanted to escape.
Lin Zeyu caught up, smashed him to the ground with the butt of his gun, then placed the muzzle against the back of his head and asked, "Speak! Who sent you?"
"I’ll talk, I’ll talk..."
This black man’s resolve was not strong at all, and under the butt of the gun, he quickly gave in and said, "It was Detli International Defense Company, I was following the broker’s arrangent."
Although Detli International Defense Company is nad a company, it is actually a rcenary organization and undertakes many international tasks.
In fact, many rcenary organizations aren’t just one company; they have multiple companies operating, so responsible for accepting tasks, others for carrying out the work.
Lu Heng had seen the na Detli International Defense Company in intelligence reports; it’s a rcenary organization company with ASE Alliance background, with the largest shareholder being the Berg Family.
This genetic biolab also belonged to the Berg Family, so having them send people to destroy lab docunts was perfectly normal.
At this mont.
Lu Heng received a call through a secret line, and upon answering, it was Jian Qing’s voice.
"How’s it going on your side?"
"No personnel were injured, but the operation wasn’t successful. The laboratory was engulfed in fire, and it’s unlikely we’ll find anything useful," Lu Heng glanced at the rescued docunts, holding little hope for their value.
"The other six teams also followed your orders and did not engage. Additionally, three teams conducted more extensive reconnaissance and found that the target base had an ambush," Jian Qing quickly reported on the status of the other six action teams.
"The news has been leaked on this operation; imdiately conduct a self-investigation and find the source of the leak, otherwise nothing will work."
Although this operation was not successful, Lu Heng remained relatively calm.
Tonight’s operation aid for a Thunderous Strike to catch the Creator Organization off guard.
Since the other side received the information in advance and set up an ambush, forcibly proceeding under these conditions would inevitably result in heavy casualties, even if eventually victorious.
By comparison, aborting the operation is acceptable, but casualties are not.
As the intelligence had been leaked, it indicated a failure in the information phase, making stopping the operation the correct choice.
"Investigation of the source of the leak has already begun; I will notify you with the results," Jian Qing replied.
"Now arrange for all the action teams to retreat; I’m worried the opponent might launch a counterattack. You have more experience with such situations, so I won’t interfere," Lu Heng reminded.
"Understood, I’ll have the action teams retreat right away. If there’s indeed a counterattack, Special Forces in the battle zone will be deployed," Jian Qing reassured Lu Heng.
In operations involving foreign forces like this, it’s inconvenient for unit warriors to participate, but if it’s about protecting our nationals evacuating from danger zones, even warships can be sent.
Lu Heng continued, "One more thing, have the intelligence departnt contact Ke Yiming to probe the situation."
"Alright, I’ll arrange it," Jian Qing agreed.
The call ended, and Lu Heng turned to look at the street side.
Lin Zeyu was still dealing with the black man, extracting more information.
Lu Heng interrupted, "Ask about the location of the Berg Family’s higher-ups."
Lin Zeyu slamd the butt again but couldn’t get an answer, reluctantly replying, "He says he doesn’t know."
"Then kill him," Lu Heng said, stepping toward the center of Layden City.
Subsequently, a gunshot echoed from behind.
After dealing with the black man, the four-team mbers left the street with the retrieved docunts.
...
In Mitchell State, inside a tastefully elegant manor.
The spacious dining room was exquisitely arranged, with a three-ter-long table draped in a clean cloth, on top of which stood six candelabras with candles lit.
The air was filled with the fragrance of candle incense.
From the vintage record player, a gentle piano piece "Für Elise" played.
A server brought a roasted turkey, sliced it at the table, cut the thickest part of the at into neat slices, each precisely 12 milliters thick, without deviation.
Once the turkey was sliced, it was served to Will Berg.
Will Berg picked up the napkin from the table, tucked it into his collar, and began eating with a knife and fork; after taking a bite, he set the fork down and gestured across the long table.
The server nodded in acknowledgnt and placed the second serving of sliced turkey in front of Ke Yiming.
There were only two diners today, Will Berg as the host, and Ke Yiming as the guest.
Ke Yiming didn’t know what kind of madness was in the mind of this Berg family mber; after leaving the studio, he was treated as an esteed guest and allowed to dine with the host.
Though he rarely had western cuisine, he knew turkey was usually a festive dish or for important guests.
Ke Yiming didn’t understand what this madman across the table wanted, but he knew for sure he had no power to choose.
So he picked up the knife and fork, ready to act as a suitable guest.
Only, when he looked at the turkey at on the plate, his expression froze as the turkey at was seeping blood.
Yes, this turkey wasn’t cooked, not even a quarter cooked.
Though he rarely ate turkey, Ke Yiming knew it was usually roasted in the oven for a long ti; normally, it would be overcooked rather than seeping blood.
He picked up a piece of blood-seeping turkey at with his fork, hesitated for a couple of seconds, and then closed his eyes to shove it into his mouth.
The taste was terrible. Turkey is not particularly delicious to begin with, and raw turkey at had a nauseating gay flavor.
However, compared to surviving, this was nothing.
Ke Yiming forced the turkey at down with closed eyes, swearing in his heart never to eat such disgusting stuff again if he survived.
At this mont.
The phone in his pocket vibrated.
He took it out and glanced at a ssage; it was an advertisent.
Such advertisent ssages, even if seen by others, wouldn’t arouse suspicion.
However, this ad ssage was actually a communication code.
He hesitated for a couple of seconds and then looked up at Will Berg, hesitating to speak.
Will Berg dabbed his mouth softly with a napkin to clean a blood streak and asked, "Do you have sothing to say?"
Ke Yiming exhaled and answered, "Lu Heng’s person contacted ."
He didn’t know the true identity of the intelligence personnel contacting him, thinking it was soone arranged by Lu Heng, but it was actually professional military intelligence personnel.
Will Berg considered for three seconds and then said, "Reply to him."
"What should I reply?" Ke Yiming frowned.
"In your usual way," Will Berg laid down the knife and fork, leaned back in his chair, sitting quietly like a genteel gentleman.
Ke Yiming opened a webpage, typed in information, and sent it out.
A mont later, he received a reply: "Soone wants to et ."
"Who wants to et you?" Will Berg inquired.
Ke Yiming shook his head, "I don’t know; I’m not entitled to ask that question. Asking would raise suspicion from the other side."
Will Berg accepted this answer, saying, "Agree to his request and et him."
Ke Yiming imdiately tensed up; he was now under the control of this madman who had gained the Prince of Blood bloodline on the other side, giving him no room for choice.
This eting, if the other side discovered anything wrong, he would likely be executed on the spot.
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