“Of course,” Song Jinmin replied matter-of-factly.
“Our combat effectiveness is mostly based on individual capabilities. If we’re talking about large-scale firefights, each combat unit is pretty much the same. Sending people in directly would result in heavy casualties. This way is more straightforward and safer.”
“But not everyone has access to such things, right?” Xiao Bing said.
“That’s true. We’ve been in the game for many years, not just fooling around,” Song Jinmin said.
” While we might not focus much on things outside the island, we do have the basic equipment.”
Lin Yi and the others were speechless, finding their methods excessively ruthless.
The most shocked, however, was the small leader they had captured.
Who were these people?
As they talked, several more rockets streaked across the sky, illuminating the endless night.
Lin Yi, Qiu Yuluo, and Ning Che remained calm, but the other members of their team experienced varying degrees of emotional turmoil.
The lights in the sky were less about illuminating the night and more like death’s spotlight.
Boom, boom, boom!
The rockets hit Baraw, creating violent explosions.
Even from over ten kilometers away, they could hear the sound of structures being obliterated.
Xiao Bing stood silently, finally understanding a harsh truth.
This world was always orchestrated by those in power, which is why unfairness persisted.
This was the fate of the weak.
The airstrike continued for over twenty minutes. Just then, the communicator crackled to life with the sound of static.
“Stop! We’ll tell you everything you want to know!”
“Why didn’t you just tell us earlier? We could save some money,” Lin Yi said.
“Our leader is in Qazar, not here. If you want to find him, you can go there.”
Less than an hour later, a pickup truck approached from the end of the road.
Lin Yi stood on the car roof, scanning the area with binoculars. Once he was sure there were no hidden threats, he drove over.
“You... you must be from the Central Guard Brigade...”
The speaker was a tall, skinny man named Senar, with a long beard and a white turban. He didn’t look like a ruthless villain.
In Black Snake’s hierarchy, Fosse was the leader, while Senal was their strategist, staying behind the scenes to plan and advise.
He had also been involved in the Panem incident, but he had lied over the phone to distance himself from the affair.
Lin Yi sized him up. “Where is it?”
“In my car.”
Senal nervously returned to the car, took out a black box, and opened it. Inside was a crystal-clear stone the size of a mineral water bottle cap.
Lin Yi brought it to his nose and smelled it. Thick oxygen assaulted his face. It was undoubtedly a piece of Bass ore.
“I’ve given you what you want. I hope you can stop the bombing. We’ve lost more than 100 people.”
“What is Fossi doing in Qazar?” Lin Yi held the ore and asked in a low voice.
“Well...”
Senal was stunned. He did not expect the person in front of him to be so persistent about Fosse’s movements. He was still not satisfied after obtaining the ore.
“Don’t waste each other’s time. You should know your current situation.”
Senal shivered as if he had been doused with ice water.
“He said he went to Qazar to go buy something. But I don’t know what he went to buy.”
Lin Yi stared into Senal’s eyes and realized that he wasn’t lying.
He played with the ore in his hand. “You’re a famous organization on the blacklist. Do you think it’s reasonable for you to have so little ore?”
Senal’s expression was nervous as he said shakily,
“We still have a two-kilo ore in our possession, but Fosse took it. That’s all we have left.”
“He took it!”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone thought of the same thing in unison.
Fosse might have taken two kilograms of ore to make a deal with someone else!
Lin Yi took out a scalpel and pressed it against Senal’s neck.