Located in the headquarters building base of the Special Operations Bureau on the outskirts of the Chinese capital, the atmosphere inside is tense at this time.
Yin Qirui has issued an official order to enforce the supervision of this place within a radius of 100 kilometers and not allow any unrelated persons to approach.
Every department in the bureau is on alert as if facing a powerful enemy. Even the security guards in the security department are all armed with rifles.
"Notice, I'm going to hold a first-level coordination meeting." Early in the morning, Yin Qirui, who had just sat on the office chair, immediately said to his personal assistant
As soon as his personal assistant heard this sentence, he immediately cheered up and started to pick up the internal phone to notify the people who must be present for this meeting one by one.
Because the coordination meeting of the Special Operations Bureau is divided into three levels, the first level is the most urgent. So half an hour later, Yin Qirui waited in the general conference room for all the people who had to participate in this first-level coordination meeting.
These personnel are all senior personnel of various departments, and they must attend the coordination meeting.
"The Dominator operation, which has been targeting our Chinese terrorist organization, has been very high-profile recently, so you all should start reporting on this organization now," Yin Qirui said with a majestic face. He looked at the people participating in the meeting with sharp eyes, which made everyone
I don't even dare to take a breath
Silence suddenly enveloped the conference room for several seconds. In the end, Bei Xiaobing, the Secretary-General of the Secret Service Department, took the lead to speak boldly: "The personnel sent by the Secret Service Department to lurk in the Northwest Frontier Province have been under certain threats, and the dominator organization has been obstructing them.
Our Secret Service Department’s intelligence collection work, but we have also been conducting counter-reconnaissance. Recently, we have focused on several suspicious characters. I am waiting for feedback."
As soon as she finished speaking, Myolie Lin, who represented the IT Information and Intelligence Department, immediately spoke: "Judging from the intelligence fed back by the Secret Service Department, one of the purposes of the Dominator organization is to undermine the tranquility of our border national defense, at least through their actions.
Provoking trouble, the pressure on the Border Guard Bureau has increased. Of course, the Ministry of National Defense is not immune to this attack."
"Our minister has intercepted a lot of intelligence recently. It is probably false information deliberately released by the Dominator organization to confuse our vision. However, we cannot deny that there will be real intelligence mixed in and leaked. Therefore, our elite intelligence analysis team has been working overtime for several days.
I have been constantly analyzing useful information from it." Myolie Lin reported everything truthfully.
Yin Qirui has been silently listening to representatives from various departments reporting on the general situation of the past few days, his face becoming more and more serious.
Everyone looked at the boss's expression and didn't dare to speculate. They just informed him of the situation.
Because everyone believes in the director’s judgment and decision-making ability
In the Special Operations Bureau, each department has its own independent system. Only during coordination meetings, each department will exchange intelligence information and related situations.
After the coordination meeting, Bei Xiaobing was stopped by Myolie Lin when he walked out of the conference room.
The two of them are classmates and good friends. They are elites who graduated from the Intelligence Department of the Central Military Academy together. Both of them were specially recruited to work in the Special Operations Bureau as soon as they graduated.
However, since they were assigned to different departments, the two rarely met even though they were colleagues.
"Xiao Bei," Myolie Lin is still used to calling her like this, "The memory of the Secret Service is gone. Are you feeling stressed by being alone? I think you don't look good, so you should pay attention to rest."
Bei Xiaobing smiled after hearing this: "You still have the nerve to accuse me? Your face is worse than mine. I heard that all the staff of your Information Intelligence Department have been staying up all night for several days. Be careful not to destroy your body."
"There is no way." Myolie Lin shrugged helplessly, "Our minister has intercepted a lot of intelligence recently, the amount of information is too large."
"Sure enough, those who work in intelligence can't afford to be hurt." Bei Xiaobing curled his lips and laughed at himself.
"When this emergency is over, let's go out and get together?" Myolie Lin suggested with a smile.
"Okay." Bei Xiaobing readily agreed.
The two of them were chatting while walking towards the central activity area. After passing this area, they would go back to their respective departments.
When they first walked into the spacious hall, the LCD screen on the huge TV wall was playing the latest news about foreign affairs.
The beautiful female anchor's voice was echoing in the hall: "Around 11 pm local time, a series of explosions occurred in a factory in the southern suburbs of Beirut, Lebanon. It was initially determined that it was caused by an accident. The number of casualties is unknown..."
“The accident rate is really high these days,” Myolie Lin couldn’t help but sigh after reading the news.
Bei Xiaobing replied disapprovingly: "Many accidents are caused by humans."
Myolie Lin chuckled: "You are right, I will continue to work overtime next time we meet."
Bei Xiaobing waved to her: "Next time we see you, I have to work overtime too."
Bei Xiaobing, who returned to the location of the Secret Service Department after separating from Myolie Lin, arrived at the office. He immediately picked up the communicator specially used by the Secret Service Department and dialed a channel number and said: "I am Bei Xiaobing, the Secretary-General of the Secret Service Department.
Help me relay the whistle stationed in Lebanon."
After a while, Bei Xiaobing said: "Give me a detailed report on all the latest situations in Lebanon, and the documents will be sent to the VIP mailbox of the Secret Service Department."
After she finished speaking, she hung up the communication. Her intuition told her that the explosion in the factory in Lebanon must not be simple.
Yin Feng, who was in a small hospital in the southern suburbs of Beirut, Lebanon, also watched the relevant news reports through local TV stations.
At this time, Memorial was still being treated in the operating room. Yin Feng sat outside the operating room and waited for several hours without any sleep.
This is a small hospital with rather simple equipment, with few patients, and a very deserted environment. However, this environment is better for them. After all, foreigners with criminal records like them cannot go directly to a regular large hospital openly. It is easy to
subject to interrogation
Wang Bei seemed to trust this small hospital. Yin Feng and Jiu Jiu both understood that Wang Bei had her own special connections here, so they stayed in this hospital temporarily without asking any questions.
Wang Bei, who came over after going out to handle the matter, sat with Yin Feng outside the operating room and waited. She also watched the news on TV, but she was not surprised at all by such reports.
"The Lebanese government must conceal the truth, and turn major issues into trivial matters," Wang Bei said softly to Yin Feng.
"Yes," Yin Feng responded, "because they want to conceal the fact that the Democratic Party secretly manufactured nuclear bombs."
Wang Bei nodded: "Once the fact of manufacturing nuclear bombs is exposed, Lebanon will become the focus of global attention and the Democratic Party will be completely unable to move freely. After all, the United Nations nuclear ban is still there."
People all over the world now know that nuclear weapons are the key to the extinction of mankind. In this increasingly technologically advanced society, everyone cherishes the environment they live in more.
So in 2025, the United Nations promulgated a universal decree, which is the "nuclear ban" that prohibits all countries from producing nuclear weapons.
Even countries that have not joined the United Nations have voluntarily implemented the nuclear ban out of humanitarian reasons
"It seems that if there is a riot or war in Lebanon, the United Nations peacekeeping forces will definitely intervene," Yin Feng said calmly, "By the way, have you finished the news that I asked you to spread?"
Wang Bei snorted: "I have already spread the news. The Democratic Party will definitely think that the Dominator organization destroyed their arsenal."
"Then you should go and get some treatment, so as not to suffer any internal injuries," Yin Feng reminded, "I will keep an eye on Ghost Thorn."
Wang Bei patted him on the shoulder: "You haven't rested yet, be careful."
Yin Feng nodded, then tilted his head to signal her to go to a doctor to check the injury.
After Wang Bei walked away, Yin Feng's eyes fell on the light that was always on in the operating room.
He knew that Memorial's injuries were serious this time, and that internal injuries were more difficult to deal with than external injuries. It seemed that after returning from this mission, he would have to apply to his father for a Memorial leave. If this internal injury was not recuperated, it would be fatal in old age.
Yin Feng clenched his fists unconsciously. He only regretted that he was careless and did not thoroughly understand the situation and personnel deployment of the arsenal. He did not know that there was such a master lurking in the first workshop.
If Memorial's vitality hadn't been tenacious enough, and if Memorial's skills hadn't been strong enough, he might have only seen a corpse after he withdrew from the arsenal.
Thinking that it might turn out like this, Yin Feng couldn't forgive himself
"I'm sorry, Xiao Nian..." Yin Feng, who was sitting on the chair, bent over guiltily and held his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees and murmured to himself in a low voice.
He knew that Memorial always trusted him, and would never doubt him. If he asked Memorial to die, Memorial would rush out without hesitation. So when he asked Memorial to go to the first workshop, Memorial held absolute promise.
Go away with faith in his judgment.
Thinking of this, Yin Feng felt even more uncomfortable when he remembered that he would be seriously injured. He thought it was due to his wrong judgment.
"It would have been nice if I was the one who went to the first workshop..." Such thoughts filled Yin Feng's regretful mood.
He would rather the injured person be himself than that person be a memorial
Because he simply couldn't imagine how he would spend his days after losing his memory.
Yin Feng felt that the calmness he had always pretended was about to collapse. Now he was very irritable, so irritable that he wanted to kill people, and wanted to kill everyone who hurt the memory.
He knew that this was a big taboo for the special forces in Zone 7, but he began to not care. He knew that one day he would sacrifice himself for the sake of commemoration.
His world view and outlook on life are all about commemoration and salvation. In other words, Yin Feng now just wants to live for commemoration
When Yin Feng was a child, he swore to himself that he would protect the memory and guard the smile of the memory. Even if he gave everything he had, he would let the memory live with a smile from the heart.