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Chapter 97, Section 13: A Welcome and Welcome Observation
Is this the meeting place?

A sinister iron gate, resembling an underground palace, appeared before them. This was the only way to the basement, and the dilapidated scenery deep within the slums added to the desolation.

The two thugs at the door glared angrily and stood guard, while the visitors, He Ye and Lawrence, seemed to be about to pounce on them if they took another step closer.

"who?!"

They even shouted out loud.

Logically, their identities should have been recognized by now, but no one came out to greet them, so there is only one possibility.

"Did we go to the wrong place?"

"This is the meeting place."

The two men spoke in hushed tones, but it was enough to arouse the suspicion of the watchdogs, who, being extremely loyal, brandished iron rods or similar weapons to scare them away.

"Get out of here! This is Iron Curtain territory!" Watchdog A's eyes practically popped out of their sockets.

"..." He Ye crossed his arms and remained silent.

Maybe I can leave work early.

Lawrence remained silent, deep in thought. He was already wondering if he had been tricked, but this concerned the organizations behind the two countries, and turning away now would be too rash.

So he stepped forward.

The 16-inch leather suitcase in his left hand did not hinder his movements at all. The guard dog, wielding an iron bar, rushed up and frowned. He shouted, "You're asking for it!"—and was then kicked in the chest by Lawrence and knocked down.

It's like a small dog barking wildly at a pedestrian, then getting kicked and dying with a "yelp".

The other guard dog, B, was dumbfounded by the sight. It trembled and backed away, swallowing its saliva, and the iron rod in its hand seemed to droop and go limp.

Soon after, it lay peacefully asleep on the ground.

"Ugh~" He was knocked unconscious by the suitcase hitting his face.

Lawrence had already picked up his suitcase again, straightened his gentleman's hat, and pushed open the subway door. His expression was calm, and He Ye, standing behind him, quietly applauded him, simply because his movements were still so smooth.

"Will the people who beat them up be in trouble?"

“They’re just locals. I don’t know much about them, but Mark did say they might cause trouble. The Iron Curtain intelligence agency is full of psychopaths and lunatics. They house soldiers who have nowhere to go after retiring from the battlefield. Be prepared when dealing with them.”

The underground staircase stretched down, with candlelight flickering on the walls. Lawrence led the way, carrying a suitcase containing weapon blueprints and a map showing the burial locations.

He Ye also had a suitcase, but it contained a police uniform and magical gadgets. If someone were to try to rob it, they might hesitate for a moment.

Finally, at the end of the underground staircase, there was a cacophony of sounds.

"You've arrived as promised, my friend."

Beneath the slums lies a place that seems to never sleep; it may have once been a stronghold of some gang.

There were many tables around, like a tavern, but there were no other people, only a dozen or so ragged agents with sharp eyes, sitting around.

There were far more agents stationed in the Cobo neighborhood than expected; they were uncovering and hiding certain plans in this slum.

"I should have mentioned the time of arrival."

Lawrence stood still, not moving forward, and looked at the green-haired, bespectacled man who was slowly approaching. The man's greeting at the door hadn't been friendly; he needed an explanation.

Don't misunderstand my friend.

The speaker was a green-haired man with glasses. His information had already been provided; he was an A-level agent of the Iron Curtain Bureau.

Operation codename: "Sentinel"

Skilled in close combat, moving silently, with keen observation and lightning-fast reflexes, he can even dodge bullets.

Uh, a green-haired man with glasses.

“The two guard dogs at the gate have always been there.” The sentry smiled apologetically. “They are quite skilled fighters in the slums. I’m glad to see you come in; it means the higher-ups didn’t lie to us.”

"..." Lawrence paused for a moment before saying, "Are you the highest-ranking person in charge here?"

"Of course." The sentry smiled and was about to take the suitcase.

“Stop, Charles.”

A woman wearing a hoodie stood up and advised in a serious tone:

“Jorgen is here. Someone has already informed him. You'd better not cause any trouble.”

"Okay, okay..."

The sentry outwardly agreed with a shrug, but inwardly he was already grumbling impatiently. He didn't like the hunchbacked old man's eccentric personality, nor did Nightingale, but what could he do? He was the leader of this squad.

While waiting, He Ye silently observed his surroundings.

The other side was quite serious, sending so many people just to discuss matters. However, considering that this was the first contact between the intelligence organizations of the two countries, and that most of the subordinates simply obeyed the decisions made above without understanding the overall situation, it was normal for them to be cautious.

Lawrence didn't quite believe it either, so he brought He Ye along.

Soon, the leader of the spy team appeared; Jürgen Helmer looked like a dying old man, dressed in a traditional Chinese jacket.

He Ye was stunned when he saw him, because he realized that he had seen the other person before, just a week ago when he was on patrol.

The stand-up collar of the trench coat had already obscured He Ye's face, and with the brim of the hat deliberately pulled down, the hunchbacked old man naturally didn't recognize "police officer" He Ye, but only regarded him as a spy among his colleagues.

"Thank you for your support."

Jürgen's hoarse voice sounded like a broken pipe organ playing a deathly dirge.

"As agreed, we need the film."

Lawrence gripped the leather case tightly, his fingers not loosening—even though the other man had already taken half of it.

After a moment of silence, another person came up. It was the woman who handed over the film, which was protected in a sealed bag.

"it's here."

Pay the money in one hand and deliver the goods in one hand.

Lawrence had already turned to leave, and He Ye stood there until he brushed past him before turning around and walking away as well. This gloomy underground workshop used to be a place for brewing alcohol, and the moss that had accumulated in the corners and the waterlogged marks on the floor were testaments to its past.

This group appears to have cleansed out the gangs in the slums.

The two walked up the stairs they had come from and left unharmed.

"Creak (the iron gate swayed)"

The slums at night were like a hellish scene. The darkness was accompanied by the surging wind. The two of them walked on the muddy ground, and dampness and decay once again embraced their senses.

Exhale gently.

All is well.

He Ye kicked aside the 'watchdog' sleeping at the door to make sure it wasn't blocking the way, and then prepared to part ways.

"Then the operation is over, I'll be leaving."

"..."

Lawrence didn't say much: "Goodbye."

A look of bewilderment flashed in her blue eyes, but she closed her eyes and turned away calmly, her eyes the color of water frozen into ice.

Then, the two of them walked in the same direction.

They seemed to be heading in the same direction.

"..."

Well, this is a bit awkward. He Ye had no choice but to carry his suitcase and walk into the shadows to let him go first. It was like they were parting for the last time in their lives, but what's the point of walking side by side with each other shoulder to shoulder?

"You go first."

"what are you doing?"

"I need to change back into that police uniform. What am I supposed to do? I'm still on duty, okay? Sigh... I really envy guys like you who don't know what it's like to work."

Lawrence hesitated, then said, "Go to work?"

He didn't linger any longer and walked away quickly, showing no interest in peeking at the color of He Ye's underwear today. The ruthless spy still had his own mission, to maintain world peace or perhaps to find meaning in life. Although he didn't know what it was like to go to work, he knew that once the world was truly at peace as he had said, he could retire and then go to work.

In a deserted corner, the suitcase was closed.

They have already changed into police uniforms.

This looks like a patrolling sheriff. The man in black has disappeared, and now it's Mr. Nice Guy in charge—next, find Yuri and get in the car, then enjoy the evening breeze and go home.

Get off work and get off work.

He Ye walked out with light steps, empty-handed. She buried the leather trunk on the spot; the only thing inside was a trench coat.

The pistol was already in his pocket; the three magazines were his only resupply in the past two months.

It's rare to get a good deal from Mark.

As a police officer with a rank, He Ye actually has his own service pistol, but it belongs to the government and every bullet fired is recorded, let alone taking the magazine. Even if he could take it, He Ye didn't want to take unnecessary risks.

In short, now that the mission is over and the cleanup is complete, I can go back to the main road and wait for Yuri to pick me up.

But it seems like there are always unexpected things in life?

Suddenly, a series of gunshots rang out behind them, echoing through the silent slum. Even though they were already four hundred meters away, they could still hear them clearly. The direction was the same as when they had met with the C country personnel earlier—He Ye had been gone for five or six minutes.

Ok?
what happened?
Gang fights are one thing, but that place is where people from Country C are located. Who would want to fight with them? And you should know that such continuous gunfire is very abnormal. Since the "Gun Control Regulations" were promulgated, these shady characters can only get their hands on antiques and obsolete gadgets.

And the sound of the gunshot—

"Help!!!"

very familiar.

In every sense.

……

—Kobolo Street. Mole Gang Stronghold—

Totally spicy!

In the alleyway amidst a hail of bullets, the hunched old man who emerged from the chase seemed possessed by a war god.

He brandished his shovel, wreaking havoc among the crowd while letting out a chilling laugh. Every swing of the shovel sent blood flying.

Rayleigh covered his head and hid in the corner, watching his colleague being knocked away and exclaiming, "Holy crap!"

Not long ago, this guy was patting me on the shoulder, bragging that his contract would expire in two or three days and he'd be released from prison. He was planning to use his savings from the past six months to set up a mobile stall, envisioning a future as beautiful as blooming flowers. But now, his head has really exploded!

Damn, thinking about it carefully, isn't this just setting a flag? Why be so rude, brother!
"Ugh!"

"Calling for backup! Calling for backup!"

"Notify Commissioner Lor that we've stirred up a hornet's nest!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bullets fired in rapid succession!

The scene was so chaotic.

Two of the eight police officers were injured, including the auxiliary officers who died while scouting ahead and discovered that the two guard dogs lying at the door were in strange condition.

Then the "sentinels" who came up from the underground passage bumped into them. The thug with a fierce face who had led the way immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, explaining that they were police officers from the intelligence department. He clasped his hands together and cried like Tom the cat complaining.

then,

War is imminent!
The chaotic situation had escalated to a fever pitch, with police officers either injured or fleeing, and even Loris was in grave danger.

She pushed Rory aside, saving his life, and kicked away the shovel that was attacking Rory!

But the opponent's superhuman strength was not human at all. It immediately slapped back, and its terrifying speed meant that even a slight scratch would cause serious injury!

Loris dodged with difficulty, then shouted:
"run!"

Something was clearly wrong. The people coming out didn't look like gangsters at all! They were soldiers who had come prepared!
They were well-trained and wielded cold weapons with the flair of swords and spears. Although they only had a few firearms, the eight police officers simply couldn't control them!

Upon hearing Loris shout to run away, Rayleigh was the first to take off running, scrambling and crawling on his hands and feet as he slid more than ten meters away!

You should know that auxiliary police officers only have handcuffs and batons. The batons they use are based on the "Thirty-Six Styles of Subduing Criminals" and have no combat power whatsoever. They're fine against ordinary people or thugs, but against these combat elites, they're just easy targets!
"Contact the people left in the car via radio!" Lorris shouted anxiously.

The portable radio can only travel up to 100 meters; only the vehicle-mounted radio in the police car can contact the National Security Bureau to request assistance.

"I'm already—vomiting!"

Just as Officer Olson was about to report, a sharp throwing knife pierced his heart. It was a sudden and unexpected attack. This master of slacking off, who had dedicated five years of his life to the city of Greeley, died at the age of thirty-two.

Graduate.

The finger points forward, and blood flows from the fingertip.

"Don't...stop..."

"Olson!"

Rory stared in disbelief, but then another throwing knife came flying, grazing his cheek and drawing blood.

"Run, Officer Rory!"

Auxiliary officer Dolan ran away with his head in his hands, saying that he was just a homeless thief who had reformed. But before he could finish speaking, Nightingale, who was running at high speed on the roof, had already descended from the sky.

The beautiful young girl's hair flew wildly as she pressed her knee down on Dolan's head until it sank into the muddy ground—a powerful and impactful blow!
Click.

Another one died from a fractured skull.

Without any hesitation, Nightingale drew her poisoned dagger, ready to slice through Rory's neck!

"go!"

In a critical moment, Loris once again saved Rory by kicking him in the back, causing him to roll to the ground and avoid the attack.

This usually arrogant and aloof superior was now covered in sweat. It turns out that true feelings are often revealed when there is no longer a chance to say them, so regretful and so tender.

"Come on, you idiot!"

She was trying to help others survive.

Rory stood up, trembling.

The only ones who can escape now are Rory and Riley, who are on the outermost edge—the remaining officers are still fighting inside and can't get away, but the frequency of gunfire is gradually decreasing. The old man who came out, the green-headed man who calmly dodged the bullets, and Nightingale who is fighting with Loris—these ordinary officers are as powerless as lambs to the slaughter in the face of them.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Officer Rory struggled to empty his magazine to cover Loris, but she seemed determined not to leave. He clutched the pendant in his hand, wanting to pray and say sorry, but Loris's gun smashed into his forehead, snapping him back to reality.

"go back!"

There was no one left in the police car; someone had to go back and relay the information. She said this with a resolute look in her eyes.

And so, like a stray dog, Rory ran away in a sorry state.

As time passed, the officers who had previously dispersed seemed to have been wiped out. The enemy not only outnumbered them but were also of higher quality. Perhaps an entire spy squad was lurking here.

“Charles, go and deal with the escapees.”

"It's too late, isn't it? Didn't you hear them talking on the radio? The most important thing now is to move to a different location. Maybe those guys from Country B are the problem, otherwise why would the cats come knocking on our door the moment we left?"

"I'm just telling you to carry out orders."

"Yes Yes."

After a brief exchange, Charles disappeared into the shadows.

Loris was already surrounded, and her arm was injured, with blood flowing down her dangling fingers.

"She is the captain of this team."

Nightingale took a half step back. The reason why she hadn't died yet was already explained: after all, everyone here was their man, and they could overwhelm them with a single order.

Jorgen looked at her face; she was petite and beautiful, but her eyes were so resolute.

"If you cooperate and answer my questions, I will let you die a quick death."

"No...I can't tell you." Loris bit her lip.

"Is that so? What a stubborn child. If only time weren't so tight now." Jorgen hoarsely plunged the shovel into the ground. "Then I'll just have to torture you while asking you some questions."

As soon as she finished speaking, Nightingale was already preparing to act. She took out a small bottle containing a green liquid from her belt. This was a potion that could make people reveal their secrets while in pain.

There was absolutely no hope of survival.

Loris knew this fact, so she gripped the pistol in her hand and trembled slightly.

All sorts of thoughts began to flood my mind uncontrollably.

The dark street corner I first entered, the faces of the police officers lined up, Neytill's voice during my walk, Brooke waiting for me at home—these flashed back along a timeline from near to far.

Everyone has things they miss, and the deepest memories buried in their hearts only surface at times like these, rolling back and forth like a revolving lantern, telling tales of reluctance to let go.

And deepest within... it was him.

"How annoying..."

"Have you changed your mind?" Jurgen asked hoarsely, assuming this meant the sergeant had changed his mind.

But in reality, she was prepared to die with regrets. Loris had been prepared for this since the day she joined the spy department, and in the end, she did not choose to be cowardly.

She raised the gun, intending to point it at herself.

And just then!
"Hands up! ISAB Black-Clad Specialist Mr. Nice Guy has arrived! Get out of the way if you don't want to die!"

A sound descended from the sky, accompanied by a deafening white light! It was the intense flash of a stun grenade! The title on the weapon startled everyone, causing them to instinctively assume a defensive stance!
Without a doubt, it was the perfect moment for a rescue!

Loris felt the world suddenly go silent.

Then, everything turned into a vast expanse of white.

I could feel myself being picked up, still the gentlest princess in my arms. The running was obviously fast and sharp, and the familiar scent was reassuring, and the voice was so familiar too.

"What the hell have you done?! My good officer, run!"

The hushed voice was clearly flustered as well, but when Loris saw his face clearly, she couldn't help but murmur aloud.

"why you?"

His voice carried a hint of helplessness and unexpected surprise.

(End of this chapter)