At thirty, I started my comeback from the intelligence system.

"Three...it seems the operation went fairly smoothly!"

Just as the Gulfstream plane came to a stop and the gangway slowly approached, an unexpected incident occurred!

Among the passengers hurrying out of the VIP passage, a white man dressed in a well-fitting gray suit, carrying a briefcase, and looking like an ordinary businessperson, seemed to inadvertently witness a business van taking away "tourists" in the distance just as he was about to board the shuttle bus.

He paused almost imperceptibly, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and then turned around without hesitation. Instead of boarding the shuttle bus, he quickly blended into the crowd of economy class passengers who had just disembarked and were heading towards the regular customs channel with a seemingly hurried but actually very methodical gait!

He even quickly took off his suit jacket while walking, turned it inside out to reveal the dark blue side, put it on, and then took out a baseball cap from his briefcase and put it on, instantly changing his image. At the same time, he casually stuffed the briefcase under an unattended luggage cart!

"Report! The target appears to have been spotted! He didn't board the scheduled shuttle bus and has blended into the economy class passenger flow of flight KA887, rapidly moving towards customs channel 3! He changed his coat and hat!"

Lang Hehe heard an urgent report from Group F coming through his earpiece.

"Lock on him! Deploy surveillance both inside and outside lane 3! Notify customs to cooperate in delaying clearance at this lane and creating reasonable congestion! Groups A and C, move towards lane 3! We must not let him leave the surveillance area!"

Almost simultaneously with the order being given, near customs channel number 3 below, two staff members in customs uniforms "coincidentally" pushed a cart full of luggage that needed to be opened for inspection, slowly blocking the entrance of the channel, explaining something to the passengers, causing a brief queue.

The target was now dressed in a dark blue jacket and baseball cap. He frowned, kept walking, and tried to walk around him.

Just then, two "passengers" who appeared to be queuing but had actually been keeping an eye on him out of the corner of their eyes seemed to have a minor argument due to the crowd, and their bodies "accidentally" bumped into the target.

The target reacted extremely quickly, trying to dodge by sliding to the side, while his right hand reached for his waist at the same time.

But another "passenger" approached silently from the side and rear, and with a precise and swift grab, took his right wrist as it reached for his waist!

At the same time, the "passenger" who had hit him instantly turned the impact into a lock, fastening it around his left arm!

The target's eyes flashed with ferocity. He let out a low growl and twisted his captured right wrist at an odd angle, managing to slip free. At the same time, his left elbow slammed backward! But the "traveler" seemed to have anticipated his movements. He neither dodged nor evaded, but instead took the elbow head-on with his hard tactical glove forearm. With a muffled thud, his other hand gripped the target's shoulder like an iron clamp, and his knee slammed into the back of the target's leg!

"Bang!" The target knelt on one knee, still trying to struggle, but a hard object was pressed against his waist, and a cold whisper came to his ear: "Don't move! You're under arrest."

The surrounding passengers were startled by the sudden "conflict," but when they saw several "customs officers" and "security guards" quickly step forward, separate the two sides of the "conflict," and take them to the office next door, they regarded it as a normal dispute or security check and did not pay much attention.

At the entrance of the covered bridge, Chen Geng vaguely saw a fleeting commotion near passage number 3, which quickly subsided.

Looking up again, the Gulfstream's cabin door was now open.

The first to emerge was a tall bodyguard in a dark suit with a serious expression, who quickly scanned the area below the gangway.

Then, Emma Morgan appeared at the hatch.

He looked to be around forty years old, tall and well-proportioned, wearing a well-tailored charcoal gray cashmere coat over a light blue Oxford shirt, without a tie, the collar casually open.

What is most striking about him is his appearance. Unlike the typical blond, blue-eyed Anglo-Saxon tycoon, he has thick, almost black, dark brown hair that is slightly curly, and a healthy wheat-colored complexion.

His facial features were three-dimensional and deep-set, with slightly sunken eye sockets and eyes of a peculiar color, somewhere between dark gray and dark green, which shone with a sharp and insightful light in the sunlight.

He has a high, straight nose and thin lips that are pressed into a resolute line.

He stood on the gangway, his gaze calmly sweeping over the welcoming crowd below. He paused briefly on Mayor Xu and the others, gave a slight nod, and then unhurriedly stepped down the gangway.

Mayor Xu greeted him with a smile, and the two shook hands and exchanged brief pleasantries.

The flashbulbs went off all at once...

As the representative of the most important local partner company, Mu Xueke also shook hands and exchanged a few words with Aimas after being introduced. As for in-depth cooperation, that's naturally a matter for the future.

Chen Geng stood in the crowd a little behind, quietly observing this legendary tech giant.

For some reason, Chen Geng felt a slight stirring in his heart when he looked at Emmas's peculiar gray-green eyes, but the feeling was elusive and hard to grasp.

After a simple welcoming ceremony, Emmas and his core team, accompanied by Mayor Xu and others, walked toward the waiting motorcade.

They will be heading to the Raffles Hotel, located in the heart of Shenzhen and adjacent to the bay.

The long convoy, escorted by airport traffic police, slowly drove away.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder it's the combination of two of America's most powerful families, the bloodline of the Redfield and Morgan families, and he himself is a top genius. His aura is just different." A reporter from an official media outlet who was granted access to the interview whispered among himself.

"Emmas isn't just relying on his family background; he's even more impressive himself. Before he was even forty, he had groundbreaking patents in aerospace propulsion, humanoid robot joint technology, and next-generation AI algorithms. This time, his investment in building a factory in Shenzhen seems to indicate he's serious about it..."

The chatter gradually faded away as the convoy drove off into the distance.

The airport arrival ceremony concluded successfully.

Mu Xueke whispered to Chen Geng, "Let's go back to the company first and make some preparations. The municipal government is hosting a welcome banquet tonight, and we've been invited."

"Yes, Mr. Mu." Chen Geng nodded.

Temporary command center.

Lang Hehe looked at the final summary report on the screen.

Eight targets, all successfully controlled. But unfortunately, Viper wasn't among them!

He was initially thought to be Viper's eighth target, but it turned out to be an international fugitive. He said he had switched seats with someone on the plane, and the person had left a jacket on the seat, which he then put on.

As for the two "insiders" mentioned in Chen Geng's intelligence report who were lurking within the Aimas expedition team, they could not be clearly identified. The backgrounds of all members of Aimas's team had undergone rigorous vetting by his group and the United States, and on the surface, they appeared flawless.

Lang Hehe put down the report, his eyes slightly cold.

This feeling made her very uncomfortable. She was used to being in control and eliminating all known threats.

This kind of hidden danger, which is "known to exist but cannot be located," is the most troublesome.

All of this uncertainty points to the same person—Chen Geng.

He could provide such precise intelligence about the "Green Hell Legion" infiltration team, yet he couldn't or wouldn't provide more specific information about the inside man? Was it because he didn't know either, or... was he holding something back?