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On the battlefield, there is no distinction between high and low, rich and poor; as long as one fights bravely, they can become a hero. Xiao Qiang silently recited Li Hang's teachings as he walked side by side into the Campsite.
"Damn it, can you not do this?" Xiao Qiang was fed up. He had to repeatedly face the ridicule and mockery of the n Team Members. Tomorrow's training would involve getting into an armored vehicle. No, it couldn't be like this, Xiao Qiang told himself, and then resolutely chose to enter what felt like a game-like procedure.
He had to find that time machine box in a short period. He couldn't overstep and look for Han Ming; he could only rely on himself. He remembered the last time he was in Jin Ming's office before being knocked out with a tranquilizer gun and ending up at the frontline military camp.
Right, he needed to find Jin Ming. Xiao Qiang firmly recalled the moment that occurred in Jin Ming's office—hours, minutes, seconds—everything had to be precise. At that time, Wu Yi and Lin Yu were both present. This time, during the reset, he could no longer trust Jin Ming, that old bastard's words.
The Defense Alliance Command was heavily guarded. He couldn't take any risks and had to take the old route straight to Jin Ming.
Now was just the right time to find Jin Ming; it coincided with the end of a meeting when high-ranking officials from various countries would gradually exit through the door. Timing his entry at that moment would be perfect.
As war correspondents surged out, blocking the entrance, they eagerly awaited the military leaders and officials participating in Tomorrow's Battle to appear at the main gate. Xiao Qiang slipped in from the side. Drawing from his previous experience, he navigated skillfully through the corridor.
Every person passing through the corridor had no chance or time to notice him. Xiao Qiang utilized a one-thousandth degree of alignment between positive and negative space to evade detection as he brushed past.
In the corridor, there were occasionally alliance patrol officers wearing red armbands. Each time they entered or exited, Xiao Qiang felt his tense nerves relax slightly. Walking through a military and political environment felt like walking on a tightrope—an anxiety-inducing sensation knowing that any slight misstep could lead to capture. But with an arrow drawn, he had no choice but to proceed.
Finally, he found himself once again behind Jin Ming. The old fellow heard movement behind him and assumed it was one of his subordinates entering. Without turning around, he casually said, "Bring me the fuel report."
Xiao Qiang entered and closed the door quietly before swiftly approaching Jin Ming without making a sound.
Jin Ming didn’t hear a response and turned around… only to find himself unable to move with a gun pressed against his temple.
Xiao Qiang’s reset time meant that no one remembered what had happened ten minutes prior except for him; he clearly recalled that in the previous round, Lin Yu had held a gun to that old bastard's temple.
"You managed to come back," Jin Ming said with some surprise.
"General, let's keep it brief. If we don't take action quickly, the Mimetic Organism will attack humanity after the snow melts and flow downriver. Just think about how many rivers there are worldwide; these rivers are spread all over the globe while what remains of humanity is concentrated in areas nourished by how many rivers."
"I don't understand what you're saying; how are rivers related to Tomorrow's Battle?" Jin Ming tilted his head slightly. "Be careful your gun doesn't go off."
"I have my limits," Xiao Qiang muttered under his breath, "How come I have to start all over again?"
"What do you mean start all over again?"
"General, where are my personal belongings?"
"You risked your life just for those worthless things?" Jin Ming exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Xiao Qiang nodded. "Yes, give me my worthless things."
"Fine, I need to make a call." As he said this, the phone on the desk rang, startling Xiao Qiang. He quickly grabbed it and covered the mouthpiece, saying, "Keep it brief."
Jin Ming answered the phone. "Hello? Uh... can we do it later?" He hung up and picked up another phone. Quick as a flash, Xiao Qiang pressed down on it to prevent him from making the call. "Don't you want those worthless things? I'll have someone bring them to you."
Facing this bold character in front of him, Jin Ming truly felt at a loss. The International Talent Agency had once mentioned that Wildfire possessed abilities unlike ordinary people, and it seemed to be true. The fact that he could enter through the heavily guarded gate spoke volumes.
Once bitten, twice shy; Jin Ming had played mind games with Xiao Qiang and his companions before, but this time he wouldn't be easily fooled. He kept his gun pressed against Jin Ming's temple and spoke softly, "General, the situation is urgent. I have no choice. I don't want to escalate things; it's all for the sake of humanity."
Jin Ming remained silent, calmly staring at Xiao Qiang with an imposing aura that showed no sign of wavering under pressure. He slowly picked up the phone. "Have Wildfire's luggage sent over. Yes, that war correspondent... uh-huh, okay."
After hanging up, he coldly regarded Xiao Qiang and advised, "If you're smart, sit tight and don't let them turn you into a pincushion."
Xiao Qiang forced a smile as he secured his weapon. "If I die in one go, it wouldn't matter much. But if I keep dying over and over again, I'll still live just fine." Seeing Jin Ming's blank expression made him chuckle softly. "You wouldn't understand even if I told you."
The office door quietly swung open from the outside; it was an officer coming in to deliver reports for Jin Ming to sign.
Xiao Qiang fixed his gaze on Jin Ming, who seemed somewhat cautious as he calmly told the officer, "Let's put this aside for now."
"You have a guest; they'll be here shortly," the officer said before stepping out. Moments later, the door opened again to reveal an orderly who brought in a dark package. The package was rounded and likely contained Xiao Qiang's box.
Jin Ming instructed Xiao Qiang, "Check it." He then waved off the orderly, who nodded and left.
Xiao Qiang crouched down to inspect the luggage, peeling away the outer oilcloth wrapping to reveal the box inside. Jin Ming's gaze was fixed intently on the box as his fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk.
Outside, there were sounds of hurried footsteps. Crouched down inspecting the box, Xiao Qiang remained focused and indifferent to the commotion outside...
A heavy thud echoed as the door swung open, and a large group of armed elite soldiers from the Alliance rushed in. At that moment, Jin Ming seized the opportunity to distance himself from Xiao Qiang, casting a cold glance at the oblivious War Correspondent, Wildfire, who was still packing his belongings.
"Bind him!" As soon as the command was given, the soldiers at the entrance lunged toward Xiao Qiang like hungry wolves.
Xiao Qiang, clutching the box, let out a cold laugh and vanished in an instant.
He hadn’t gone far; in a blink, he reappeared in Jin Ming's office. He had perfectly timed his jump from another dimension back into the space he had previously experienced.
Lin Yu held a gun to Jin Ming's head while Wu Yi leaned against the doorframe, a toothpick dangling from his mouth. The sight of Xiao Qiang awkwardly holding the box appeared before Jin Ming.
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