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"Now that it's come to this, the girl shouldn't mess things up anymore." Wang Chong sighed as he adjusted the brim of his gray hat, standing on the street with his sunglasses on.
After finally managing to slip out of the military camp with Wang Luoyan's help, and with her assistance in creating proof, as long as no one was specifically targeting him, things should be fine.
Thinking about his missing 'partner' and the notifications that had been sent out, Wang Chong couldn't help but feel a bit emotional. Thankfully, his quick reaction allowed him to sense the danger early on and determine that he and his companions were being targeted. He immediately seized the opportunity to come here.
Otherwise, he wouldn't know what awaited him.
At times like this, he didn't even dare use his phone and could only communicate through this special method.
He also had to admit that the Chinese Empire truly maintained strict control over its military. The information he had received suggested that this infiltration hadn't been going on for long before it was detected—such terrifying efficiency.
Perhaps it wasn't the strongest army, but it certainly had the strictest discipline.
"Hmph, no matter how strict it is, it won't matter; no one can resist such temptations." After sighing, Wang Chong found an excuse for his choices.
In this world, everyone has a price—women, money, power—but compared to all of these, what could possibly compare to one's own body?!
Moreover, as long as he succeeded, everything he had lost could be regained. With the backing of the network formed by the Evolved Forms, he would have the best connections. Once established, no one would be able to shake them!
"Youth, I didn't expect you to be so restless. Is it because of your companion's disappearance that you're feeling lost? Actually, this makes it easier for them to set traps for you." Just as Wang Chong was aimlessly wandering down the street, a Bentley slowly pulled up beside him. A sensually dressed woman, a Flamboyant Beauty, rolled down the car window and smiled at him.
Without hesitation, Wang Chong slid into the passenger seat. As the window rolled back up and the car started moving, he coldly replied,
"Of course I have my own confidence. I've thoroughly grasped the rules of the training camp. Right now, there's someone completely trustworthy inside cooperating fully. As long as we don't stay too long outside, there won't be any problems. Don't doubt my abilities."
"Oh my, it seems like the results from the first phase have given you extreme confidence! Indeed, with your charm and analytical skills, you can enhance a lot. You can definitely match those who are already established; finding patterns and making reasonable arrangements is well within your capabilities. If you gain a high position in the future, remember that your sister helped you along," said the Flamboyant Beauty with a flirtatious glance at Wang Chong.
Wang Chong didn't refuse such an obvious offer; however, disdain flickered in his heart. How could a vulgar woman compare to a fallen angel? At best, she was merely a plaything.
Even though her current status was higher than his, once he officially joined, surpassing her would be effortless. Successfully leaving the military camp without raising any suspicions was proof of his abilities!
Thinking of this, a hint of pride flashed across his face. After allowing the other party to show their respect, he spoke indifferently.
"You already understand the situation. I have considered your request, so tell me your preparations and arrangements. Should I continue to stay in the training camp?"
"That's great if you agree. We are aware of this matter. It is indeed difficult to infiltrate the Zhonghua Empire. However, you are a student of Huangpu Military Academy, and your entire family has military connections. This serves as your best cover. Once you undergo the second phase of the injection, we will actively sacrifice several other pawns to ensure your safety. With your abilities, advancing within two years will be no problem at all. Heh, it won't be long before we have a major operation, and talents like you will definitely be in high demand."
On the road, in a van that was alternatingly tailing them, a man with a skull tattoo on his face spoke to Yang Xiaoyou in the front seat.
"Aren't we going to take action? With military orders, City Center wouldn't mind."
Hearing this, Yang Xiaoyou sighed helplessly.
"I originally wanted to take direct action, but there’s another fellow secretly watching us. Um, it’s the same fellow who came along during our last meeting. To be honest, our original target was just some low-level scum from Battle Five, but that fellow in the shadows is quite dangerous—extremely dangerous. Moreover, he isn’t part of their group; he seems to have tracked down that connection through other channels and has been following us."
After saying this, a look of frustration crossed Yang Xiaoyou's face.
Given his current level, he could recognize that familiar presence he had encountered several times before even with his eyes closed.
However, he couldn’t underestimate that fellow; after all, he was a White House Correspondent who had managed to find clues from here. He probably had already noticed similar issues within their own country but couldn’t advance due to his identity in such a tangled web of relationships—he seemed only able to start from here.
In Myanmar, although they had a serious clash that nearly dragged him into mutual destruction in a mudslide, the current situation made it difficult for them to stand against each other. The struggle between both sides would only benefit the group of fellows tracking them.
Even now, Yang Xiaoyou felt uncertain facing Luo Guohui; even if he used fusion tactics, it would likely only secure a temporary advantage. He would need to rely on mental strength to suppress him.
As for that fellow who could be described as paranoid, Yang Xiaoyou had no idea how resistant his mental strength was. If he were solely focused on stopping their actions, Yang Xiaoyou wouldn’t fear confrontation; however, that wasn’t the case at present. If communication were possible, they might even join forces temporarily.
The degree of infiltration in Western countries was undoubtedly more tragic; they could easily leverage the remnants of organizational networks to resolve matters.
It seemed that this correspondent's days were likely quite challenging.
Continuously moving quickly across rooftops using his equipment, a figure darted through the steel jungle and glanced at a taxi following closely behind their target.
"The connection is perfect. The Chinese Special Operations Group is indeed exceptional; it's much easier for them on their own turf."
After a brief pause, Luo Guohui couldn't help but furrow his brow. By the time the President realized that something was amiss, the situation had already spiraled beyond redemption.
The internal party struggles were already severe, and the President's grasp on the country was barely around forty percent. Any attempts to take action were merely seen as tactics from other factions. When he encountered resistance, it became clear that the situation had deteriorated significantly.
The obstacles he faced domestically were even greater than the scrutiny he received from abroad. He was constantly being criticized and pressured over the previous incident with the mecha, leaving him exhausted from having to deal with it all.
Now, having finally discovered a lead, he found that the target might be snatched away by someone else. A hint of bitterness flashed through Luo Guohui's heart.
No matter how strong he was, he was ultimately just one person. Even tracking required his personal involvement, while his opponents had various auxiliary means at their disposal. They were simply not starting from the same line.
If a confrontation truly occurred, even if he succeeded, it would be impossible to take what he desired.
But no matter what, he had to exert his utmost effort! His country needed him!
Like a cosmic explosion, he accelerated again, darting across the rooftops. Suddenly, Luo Guohui came to a halt.
"Hey, Brother Luo, long time no see."
On a rooftop where he had just stopped, a casual figure leaned against the railing, raising a hand to smile at him. The cool breeze at the top floor caused the person's clothes to flutter.
After pausing for just a moment, a sense of ease appeared on Luo Guohui's face.
"I initially thought I had overestimated your abilities, but now it seems you have exceeded my expectations once again. To be able to block me without my slightest awareness is no simple feat."
As he looked at the young face before him that was gradually shedding its youthful innocence, Luo Guohui's heart was far from calm. He vividly recalled that person's performance in Kapa City; now they stood before him in an almost equal stance.
It was simply unbelievable!
The intuition among experts was this straightforward—Luo Guohui could confirm that both sides were now on equal footing!
"It seems that only that special fellow who has recently appeared can get through. Are you here to stop me?"
After Heart made this determination, a fierce aura erupted from Luo Guohui, and a dragon-shaped totem began to visibly coalesce behind him.
The azure scales were fully displayed, and a sense of majesty surged forth.
A mere mortal had unleashed such a solidified intent; even Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but be moved by Heart's display. This fellow had grown stronger.
If it weren't for the other party's stance, Yang Xiaoyou might have found himself sharing the same doubts as his opponent.
"Where? It's just catching up with old times. At the same time, I hope that we both sides do not misunderstand each other and inadvertently benefit others. This time, I am not here in a personal capacity but representing Hive Security Company on behalf of the Zhonghua Empire."
Faced with the overwhelming pressure approaching him, Yang Xiaoyou stood firm like a rock amidst the waves, remaining completely unfazed as he spoke plainly.
Although Heart was ignited with a sense of battle, it was clear that engaging in a fight at this moment would only waste time. If things went awry, it could lead to tragedy.
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