Hearing Yaha say this, Starbucks imdiately pushed her onto the bed.
"Forget it, Yaha, where is there a ’black house’ anymore? Open your eyes and look... Our Pei Guode is gone, including you, there are only seven of us left. If we go there, we’re just marching to our deaths!" Starbucks looked into Yaha’s eyes and yelled loudly.
It was the first ti she had ever lost her temper in front of Yaha.
She still rembered the ever-optimistic Yaha. Two years ago, they were locked up in the sa containnt facility, and it was Yaha who incited all the dicine People to rebel, creating a chance for escape. It was Yaha who led her out of that hell.
"Moby Dick has taken everything... Starbucks... our future... everything we yearned for is gone..." Yaha lanted.
"We still have each other... Yaha, we still have each other! Honestly, I don’t care about the future you’re talking about, I just want to survive well with everyone... Those two years in the black house were the happiest tis of my 20 years of life... Why be obsessed with revenge? If we could just live together like this forever, wouldn’t that be wonderful?" Starbucks cried out, clutching Yaha’s face.
"I... I am already dead. Starbucks, Moby Dick killed , I am now just a ghost..." Yaha murmured.
"Don’t be obsessed with that! Yaha! You are alive right in front of !" Starbucks said.
"There’s no boundary between life and death, it depends on how you define ’living’ and ’dying’... Losing the ability to grasp the future, what’s the difference from being dead?" Yaha said.
"We still have a future, Ishmael has already crippled Tianyang, let’s leave this country, the world is so vast, there must be a place that can accommodate us." Starbucks said.
"Except hell... there is no place that can accommodate us..." Yaha shook her head.
Starbucks sighed, looking at Yaha with pity, and felt that she had beco desperately stubborn.
"Then stay in hell, I’ll guard the door, and when you are resurrected, rember to knock." Starbucks said helplessly.
anwhile.
Moby Dick hung up the phone, then looked at Alfred.
"Are you satisfied now? He will definitely co, he hates to death~" Moby Dick said.
They ignored him, Alfred said towards the door, "Co in, it’s ti to start the operation."
At this mont, the room door swung open, and four fully ard special forces walked into the room.
Moby Dick turned around and surveyed them; all four wore low-visibility camouflaged tight battle suits, short assault rifles hung at their waists, and upper bodies draped with unactivated optical camo cloaks. Their heads were covered by a black cloth, which was a holographic vision-enhancing fabric that greatly expanded the wearer’s field of view and connected to satellites to transmit multi-angle patterns in real ti.
He inhaled sharply, the electronic equipnt and remote support on these four people probably totaled over a hundred million Langkes.
"Echo Team, the Sethiyan Federation’s Superpower Special Departnt troop of the double triangle support level, now ready to assist you and Atlas in completing this mission," Alfred said.
Elizabeth looked at them and said, "The firepower of their equipped weapons is insufficient, and the range is not enough. Our armory has bigger guns."
"We don’t need them, their superpowers can transport your team and equipnt over long distances instantly to Kongse," Alfred explained.
The four were silent, their enhanced vision fabrics only lifted slightly at the nose tips, looking extrely mysterious.
"From here?" Elizabeth was sowhat incredulous.
"Yes, I’m sorry I didn’t introduce them to you until now, after all... I didn’t want the ace in the hole to be leaked before the operation began," Alfred said.
"Alright, the phone signal ca from a hospital in Kongse, capture them alive," Alfred said with a smile.
"Of course," Elizabeth nodded.
Moby Dick was confused by the abrupt conversation and couldn’t help but ask, "Do you mind telling what happened?"
"We monitored Wei Tianyang’s number, and as soon as he answers a call, we would know his location, but you didn’t call him just now, you called the leader of the Black House, Yaha. This kind of clever trick might work on the Black House people, but on us? You’re looking to get yourself killed," Alfred said.
Elizabeth smiled and said, "Do you think he’s the kind of fool who would just run to his death after a phone call? However, it doesn’t matter, capturing Yaha will surely bring him here eventually."
Moby Dick hadn’t expected that the Sethiyan Federation had mobilized more resources than he had imagined.
"Demos told that with the local military heavily damaging the Black House, not many of them are left. This actually helps us a lot, but since Yaha is the closest to Wei Tianyang, capturing her is enough, kill the others directly," Alfred said.
Elizabeth nodded and then walked out the door.
Four special forces operatives looked towards Alfred.
The old man continued, "Rember, this is a black operation. Your identities are special forces units from the Atlas PMC, do not speak Spanish."
The captain nodded and then turned and left the room as well.
Elizabeth went downstairs, followed by four special forces operatives. When the people in the hall saw their commander, they stopped what they were doing and gathered around her.
"Ti to get to work. The Federation’s satellites have detected a high-value target’s location in Kongse, but it isn’t Wei Tianyang," she said.
"What are we supposed to do?" soone asked.
"Capture them alive to use as bait. You might encounter low-intensity resistance; free-fire is authorized. In and out fast, make it clean," Elizabeth said.
"No problem!" the PMCs nodded.
"There’s more good news, the Federation has sent us powerful reinforcents. They can use their superpowers to teleport our team to Kongse instantly, faster than taking a swan," Elizabeth said, stepping aside to let the crowd see the four behind her.
The PMCs whistled.
"Speaking of teleportation... can you introduce it a bit? At least give our people so ntal preparation," Elizabeth said.
The special forces captain spoke gravely, "This teleportation is not without its costs. So of you might experience mild mory loss, affecting up to the past two hours. So, it’s best to write so critical information into your AR glasses."
"Damn..." the PMCs stirred.
"So... after being teleported, there’s a chance we might forget what we’re supposed to do... right?" Elizabeth asked, hands on her hips.
The captain nodded.
"Not too bad, I guess. Everyone, turn on the live recording feature of your AR glasses. That way, we’ll know the whole context..." Elizabeth said.
"Rather than discussing our teleportation ability, we might as well talk seriously about Wei Tianyang. You PMCs might not have a good understanding of the Superpower Special Forces. I think I should remind you how high the stakes are in this battle," the captain said gravely.
"We have dealt with so defected superpower special forces before. Without the support of a national military system, these people hardly dare to use their superpowers, and they also lack equipnt support. We have never failed," Elizabeth said.
"We have seen his file, and I think Wei Tianyang cannot be asured by the standards of normal superpower special forces. He has shown ’unprecedented’ performance in multiple areas. He might not need any backup support," the captain said.
"We will certainly be more cautious. If you have any intelligence worth sharing, we are willing to listen," Elizabeth said.
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