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Fog and Choice: The Hidden Game on the Luna Evil
In the ancient and bustling city of London, the MI6 headquarters resembles a mysterious fortress. Its exterior is solemn and imposing, while its interior functions like a massive, intricately controlled machine, processing complex intelligence from around the world day and night. Inside, the building is brightly lit, staff move with hurried steps, the atmosphere tense yet orderly. The head of headquarters is moving between various work areas, intently dealing with a mountain of tasks. Suddenly, his cell phone rings sharply, its piercing ringtone instantly breaking the heavy atmosphere.

The person in charge hurriedly reached for his phone and quickly held it to his ear. Colonel Ke Chuan's calm yet urgent voice immediately came through: "Zayev Khaidari seems to be on the ship." These few words were like a bombshell, stirring up a thousand waves in the person in charge's heart.

"How reliable is the intelligence?" The person in charge's expression instantly turned extremely serious, his tone heavy with unquestionable authority as he pressed on. He was fully aware of the danger posed by Zayev Khaidari; the threat represented by that name was like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead. Any intelligence related to him had to be rigorously examined, for the slightest mistake could have unimaginable consequences.

"That's enough for me to contact you." Colonel Ke Chuan's response was concise and resolute, his tone revealing an unquestionable firmness. He knew in his heart that the importance of this intelligence to the current situation was self-evident, and that was precisely why he had not hesitated to report it to the head of headquarters.

“Very well, then kill him on the spot and end this. This has dragged on for too long.” The person in charge issued the order decisively, almost without hesitation. In his eyes, Zayev Khaidari had long been a huge threat to national security and stability, like a time bomb that could explode at any moment, and he had to be defused as soon as possible to prevent future troubles.

"Understood!" Colonel Ke Chuan replied briefly and forcefully, ending the call. He slowly turned around to face his team members who were carrying out the mission with him, his expression serious and solemn, and slowly said, "The higher-ups have just given orders that we need not hold back this time; kill Zayev on the spot."

"That's fantastic!" Noven laughed excitedly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. In his mind, Zayev Khaidari was the source of all evil, the instigator of countless tragedies. Being able to kill him with his own hands would not only complete the mission, but also be a golden opportunity to seek justice for his comrades who had sacrificed their lives in the operation and for the innocent people who had suffered. Thinking of this, his heart was filled with excitement.

However, while everyone was still immersed in this brief excitement, Colonel Ke Chuan's next words were like a bolt from the blue, instantly leaving everyone present speechless with astonishment.

“But we are going to disobey orders.” Colonel Ke Chuan’s voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap in the silent space, making everyone startled.

"You mean, disobeying orders won't result in his execution?" Sergei asked, his face filled with astonishment. His eyes widened as he stared at Colonel Kochuan in disbelief, as if he were facing a complete stranger. In the ironclad rules of the military, obedience to orders was the first principle of a soldier, and the consequences of disobeying orders were extremely severe. Colonel Kochuan's decision was so unexpected that he couldn't accept it for a moment.

“That day Spencer said that Sergeant McAllister handed Marshall over to Zaev. I never told him about this, how could he possibly know?” Colonel Koch slowly stated his reasons for his suspicions, his eyes revealing deep doubt. He was like a keen detective, not letting go of any suspicious detail, trying to unravel the truth from the thick fog of mystery.

"What do you mean by that, boss? Did Marshall tell him? Or was it Zaev?" Novin looked bewildered, completely failing to grasp the deeper meaning behind Colonel Kochuan's words. He frowned, trying to sort through the various possible connections in his mind, but for the moment he had no clue, only feeling that things were becoming increasingly confusing.

“From the very beginning, we were tracking a British biological weapon, a top-secret operation unknown even to our own people, but Marshall and Zayev knew about it. Then there were the stolen Russian military weapons, also top-secret, which Marshall and Zayev also knew about. So we suspected there was a mole.” Colonel Ke Chuan explained patiently, his voice steady and powerful, each word like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of everyone present. He connected these seemingly unrelated clues one by one, trying to make everyone understand the complexity and seriousness of the situation, and the reasons behind his difficult decision to disobey orders.

"Our own people? No way," Sergei said incredulously, his voice filled with shock and disbelief. In his memory, the team members had always trusted each other and fought side by side, like brothers who would share life and death. Now, being suddenly told that there might be a traitor among them, he was incredibly shocked and heartbroken, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Initially, you were the one who suspected how the clues about Tel Aviv came about, and where did those clues come from?" Colonel Ke Chuan deliberately prompted, hoping to guide everyone to gradually see the truth of the matter and understand the dilemma he faced and the necessity of making the decision.

"Whitehall!" Sergei exclaimed as if waking from a dream, a flicker of realization crossing his eyes. This answer made him realize that things were far more complex than they had imagined, possibly concealing a huge and intricate conspiracy involving not only external enemies but also internal betrayal.

“Oh my god, I should have known. Marshall knows Mike’s resume. This is infuriating.” Noven suddenly realized and couldn’t help but curse. He finally understood that Colonel Ketchum’s concerns were not unfounded. All signs indicated that there really seemed to be a problem inside, and that the problem might be more serious than they thought.

“I know everyone has many questions, but our orders are to kill this bastard. This is our chance for revenge,” Sergei corrected. Although he understood Colonel Kochuan’s suspicions, as a soldier, obedience to orders was ingrained in his bones. In his view, completing the mission assigned by his superiors and avenging his comrades was their inescapable responsibility at this moment. “But killing Zayev won’t bring the truth to light. If the higher-ups want him dead, then we’ll capture him alive.” Colonel Kochuan looked at Sergei seriously, his eyes revealing an undeniable determination. He knew that only by capturing Zayev alive could they uncover the hidden truth, find the real traitor, and completely resolve this crisis. After speaking, he turned and decisively ordered, “Action! Find the weapons first, then kill Zayev.”

Although everyone still harbored doubts, they had no choice but to follow Colonel Ke Chuan's instructions after receiving the order. Fully armed and with serious and tense expressions, they filed out of the bridge. Following the testimony given by the captain earlier, they headed towards the containers below.

The ship's hold was crammed with shipping containers, stacked high together like a vast and intricate steel maze. Without any lighting, the passageways between the containers were pitch black, as if countless unknown dangers lurked within the endless darkness. Each step echoed faintly beneath one's feet, like the whispers of the darkness, involuntarily tightening one's nerves.

Long Zhan volunteered to lead the way, moving like a cheetah in the night, his movements agile and light, his steps steady and silent. He hadn't gone far when his keen hearing caught the footsteps of the patrolling armed men. To Long Zhan, these small fry posed no threat whatsoever. He approached silently, like a ghost, and before they knew it, he swiftly extended his powerful arm, clamping it tightly over their mouths like an iron clamp, dragging them into a narrow passage. Then, with a slight tightening of his grip, a crisp "crack" was heard, and the man's neck snapped. He then quickly and skillfully dragged the body to a dark corner for a quick clean-up, ensuring it wouldn't be discovered and alert the others. His movements were clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation, demonstrating the professionalism of an excellent soldier.

The group continued cautiously along the route, everyone on high alert, their nerves taut in the pitch-black tunnel. Along the way, Chetri, holding an advanced scanning device, intently scanned the coded labels of every container they passed. His eyes were glued to the screen, scrutinizing every detail, trying to pinpoint the exact location of the container they were looking for. The faint light flashing on the screen was strikingly bright in the darkness, seemingly their only guide in the darkness.

After groping my way for about five minutes, I finally found my target.

"Here it is!" Chetri exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the container in front of him. His voice, though deliberately lowered, was exceptionally clear in the silence, like a glimmer of light in the darkness. At that moment, a surge of excitement and anticipation welled up within everyone, but they also became more vigilant, knowing that the closer they got to their target, the greater the danger.

Long Zhan and Sergei exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying unspoken understanding. They immediately stepped forward, grabbed pliers, and forcefully broke the lock on the shipping container. To ensure the operation's safety, one person remained outside as a lookout, closely monitoring the surroundings. The others cautiously entered the container.

Inside the shipping container were many military-green crates, which appeared particularly mysterious in the dim light. The group casually opened one crate, revealing it filled with various weapons: submachine guns, automatic rifles, machine guns—all gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the faint light, silently proclaiming their danger and lethality. The thought that these weapons, if they fell into the wrong hands, would cause immense harm to society strengthened their resolve and intensified their sense of mission.

Noven quickly photographed all the guns in the box and transmitted the images to Chetri's computer using advanced equipment as evidence. As Chetri intently reviewed the computer, his expression suddenly changed, and he immediately alerted the others: "This is bad, there are speedboats following the ship, and more than one." He knew that if they caused too much noise on the ship and alerted the speedboats, they would face a pincer movement if the crew boarded, which would be a significant problem. His voice was steady, but a slight tremor betrayed his nervousness.

"Roger that. One person stays to plant the explosives. The rest of you continue forward and capture Zayev," Colonel Kochuan decisively ordered again. His voice was calm and steady, conveying a firm belief in the tense atmosphere and allowing everyone to feel his composure and decisiveness. No one dared to delay and followed him out of the container and forward. They passed through several passageways and entered the ship's interior through the hatch. As they went in, they made sure to close the door gently, trying to avoid making any noise and thus revealing their location.

Every passageway inside the ship was lit, though the light wasn't very bright, providing only a faint illumination in the darkness. However, it was more than enough for Long Zhan and his group to see their surroundings. The dim light cast dappled shadows on the walls, like unknown threats lurking in the darkness, making them dare not let their guard down for a moment.

"Chirp chirp." Having only walked a short distance after coming down, Long Zhan, with his keen observation and decisive action, swiftly took down one man. The armed man, bored and sitting guard in the passageway, had no idea anyone would sneak in; his vigilance was extremely low. Until his last breath, he didn't sense the approaching danger, nor did he see the attacker. Long Zhan used a silenced subsonic round, the sound of which was extremely faint; even from a distance of several meters, it would be difficult to hear the faint sound. Long Zhan's movements were ghostly, a single, deadly strike, once again demonstrating his exceptional combat skills.

At this point, the team split into two groups, each proceeding in its own direction.

“Listen, we have two orders: capture him alive or kill him. After you see Zayev, what will you choose?” Novin asked Sergei this question on their journey. They faced a difficult choice that would determine Zayev Khaidari's fate and potentially influence the entire mission's outcome. This heavy question weighed on their minds, forcing them to think carefully.

"Let's talk about it when we meet." Sergei didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he could only stall for time. (End of Chapter)