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As long as it is successfully detonated, it will bring unprecedented shock and panic to the world.

Chief Yamamoto also stood aside. His face was pale and haggard, as if he had been under tremendous pressure. He just found this top missile engineer from abroad, hoping to solve the problem of missile triggering bursts.

However, he felt a deep uneasiness and fear. Because he knew the ambition and cruelty of Lord Black Eyes. Once the plan failed, all of them would face dire consequences.

At this moment, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the secret room.

Immediately afterwards, a man in black hurriedly walked in and reported something to Lord Black Eyes in a low voice.

Lord Black Eyes's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He waved his hand to signal the man in black to step back, and then continued to stare at the engineer's work.

However, the atmosphere in the secret room became more tense. Commander Yamamoto felt an inexplicable fear rising from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then looked at Lord Black Eyes cautiously.

He found that there seemed to be a hint of coldness and murderous intent in Lord Black Eyes' eyes.

At this moment, the engineer suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked at Master Black Eyes and Chief Yamamoto with a pale face.

There was deep helplessness and despair in his eyes. He knew that he had tried his best, but the missile problem still could not be solved.

He whispered: "I'm sorry, I tried my best. But there is a serious problem with the detonation system of this missile, and I cannot guarantee that it can detonate successfully."

Lord Black Eyes's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he stared at the engineer coldly, as if he wanted to devour him.

"How could this happen?" Master Black Eyes finally couldn't help but ask. His voice was low and cold, as if coming from the depths of hell, making the temperature in the secret room seem to drop a bit.

He stood under the dim light, and the shadow divided his face into two parts, light and dark, making his expression look even more sinister and unfathomable.

The middle-aged engineer raised his head, his eyes showing a hint of exhaustion and helplessness.

His fingers were still trembling slightly, the aftereffects of a long period of intense concentration.

He turned around and faced Lord Black Eyes, trying to sound calm: "The design of this missile is very complicated. I need more time to study it."

Lord Black Eyes frowned, and his gaze was like two sharp swords, piercing the heart of the middle-aged engineer. He took a step forward, approaching the engineer, with a hint of threat in his tone: "How much time do we have?"

The middle-aged engineer felt a strong pressure on his face, and he could hardly breathe. He hesitated for a moment, then struggled to utter a few words: "It will take at least five days."

His voice was trembling, but he tried to stay calm and continued: "And this is because I am an expert. If it is an ordinary engineer, it will take at least a month to figure out the internal design of the missile."

Lord Black Eyes' face was ashen, and his anger was like a volcano about to erupt, making the air in the secret room seem to become hot.

He turned around suddenly, glared at Commander Yamamoto, and roared: "Is this done as you said? Five days? We only have two days left! How do you want me to explain to the superiors?" His voice sounded in the secret room. The reverberation made the walls seem to tremble.

Commander Yamamoto was sweating profusely. His shirt was soaked and stuck to his back, making him feel cold.

He said with a trembling voice: "Sir, calm down. This is the top engineer I finally found through military connections. He is already the best candidate we can find."

There was helplessness and panic in his voice, and he knew that his fate was closely linked to this missile.

Master Black Eyes gasped angrily, his eyes glanced around the secret room, and finally landed on the middle-aged engineer.

He said coldly: "Two days, you only have two days. If you can't get it done by then, don't blame me for being rude." His tone was full of threats and murderous intent, which made the middle-aged engineer feel palpitations. .

The middle-aged engineer swallowed, knowing that he had no retreat option.

He nodded, forced a smile and said, "I will try my best." Although his voice was a little weak, it was firm and powerful.

In the following time, the middle-aged engineer studied the missile almost sleeplessly.

His mind was filled with complex formulas and images, and his fingers were tapping rapidly on the keyboard, as if he was racing against time. His eyes were full of determination and persistence, as if he had put his own life and death aside.

Lord Black Eyes and Chief Yamamoto were not idle either. On the one hand, they paid close attention to the progress of the middle-aged engineer, and on the other hand, they strengthened the security measures for the base. They know their time is running out and they must prepare for the worst.

Hearing the name Kawai Lanqiao, a hint of evil flashed in Lord Black Eyes' eyes. This name was once the sharpest sword in their hands, but now it has become a thorn in their hearts.

He pondered for a moment, and then ordered coldly: "Contact our intelligence personnel immediately and ask them to find the whereabouts of Kawai Blue Bridge as soon as possible. At the same time, strengthen the security measures of the factory to ensure that this missile will not be discovered by others."

Commander Yamamoto responded, the sweat on his forehead shimmering under the light, and he left the secret room with some staggering steps.

Lord Black Eyes continued to stand behind the middle-aged engineer, staring intently at the work in his hands, as if he wanted to carve every detail into his heart with his eyes.

Outside the secret room, the night became darker and darker. Starlight twinkles in the darkness, but it is difficult to illuminate this land shrouded in conspiracy.

In another hidden corner, Kawai Lanqiao, Lu Ting, Hanshuang and others were sitting in front of an old map. Their faces were full of seriousness and concentration, and every look and every movement revealed firm belief and determination.

"We have found the approximate location of the missile." Lu Ting said solemnly, his finger drawing an arc on the map, "But it is not easy to destroy it. We need more detailed information and plans."

Kawai Lanqiao nodded, his eyes flashing with wisdom: "I can try to contact some of my informants within the Black Eyes Alliance to see if I can get more information about missiles." He said, pointing his finger Typing quickly on the keyboard, as if racing against time.

Hanshuang stood quietly aside, her eyes wandering between Lu Ting and Kawai Lanqiao. Her heart was filled with worry and uneasiness, but she knew she couldn't back down. She took a deep breath, and then said firmly: "No matter what, we must destroy this missile. We cannot let the Black Eyes Alliance's conspiracy succeed."

The night is getting darker and the stars are shining brightly. The lights of the city flicker in the distance, complementing the stars in the night sky, like a silent symphony, performing the eternal showdown between light and darkness. However, under this quiet night sky, a battle involving countless lives is quietly unfolding.

Lord Black Eyes paced back and forth in the secret room, anxiety burning in his heart like a fire.

His eyes were deep and cold, as if they could swallow up all light. He knew that time was passing by minute by minute, and Kawai Lanqiao's whereabouts were still unknown. This missile is their last bargaining chip. If they cannot regain control, all their efforts will be in vain.

He stopped and clasped his hands together, as if trying to suppress the rage inside him.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He knew that he couldn't mess up. He must go out personally to find Kawai Aoqiao and regain control of the missile.

The night is as dark as ink and the stars are sparse. The neon lights of the city flash in the distance, but they cannot illuminate this land shrouded in conspiracy.

Sen and the police chief stood on the roof of the police station, staring into the distance solemnly. His brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about how to unravel this complicated fog.

He took out his phone and the light on the screen illuminated his face. He contacted his colleagues who were abroad, and their voices came through the receiver, firm and powerful, as if they could penetrate the dark night.

"How is the situation?" asked a colleague.

After Sergeant Mori briefly explained the situation, he requested: "We need your help and must find Miss Keiko's whereabouts as soon as possible."

Colleagues have expressed that they will go all out to provide necessary support and assistance. Their voices revealed their trust and respect for Mori and Sheriff, as well as their emphasis and determination on this mission.

After hanging up the phone, Sen and the Sheriff didn't feel much relaxed. He knew that this mission was full of unknowns and dangers, but they must face the difficulties, for the safety of Miss Keiko, and to maintain the peace and tranquility of the world.

At the same time, Hanshuang was sitting in front of the computer, her fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard, as if playing a tense symphony.

Her eyes were fixed on the red dot on the screen, which was the real-time location of Miss Keiko's mobile phone positioning signal. She took a deep breath and sent the location information to the Interpol officers.

Her heart was filled with worry and anxiety, but she knew she couldn't back down.

She must remain calm and determined and contribute her own strength to rescue Miss Keiko.

At this moment, a rush of footsteps broke the tranquility of the night. Sen and the Sheriff walked quickly to Hanshuang, his face was full of seriousness and nervousness: "Are there any new clues?"

Hanshuang nodded, tapping her fingers quickly on the keyboard, showing the latest information to Mori and Sheriff: "This is the latest location of Miss Keiko. She seems to have been moved to a remote mountainous area."

There was a hint of evil in the eyes of Senhe Sheriff. He knew that time was running out and he had to take action as soon as possible. He quickly contacted the helicopter team and the SWAT team to prepare for a thrilling rescue operation.

Helicopters roared in the night sky, and special police officers were fully armed and ready to respond to various emergencies. Their faces were full of determination and bravery, as if they were ready to die.

After a series of thrilling searches and tracking, they finally found the place where Miss Keiko was being held.

It was a dilapidated hut hidden in the mountains and forests, surrounded by dense forests and thorns. SWAT officers quickly surrounded the cabin and quietly approached the door.

They heard conversations coming from inside the house, the voices of the kidnappers. They were discussing how to deal with Miss Keiko, their tone full of cruelty and callousness. The Sheriff's heart was filled with anger and murderous intent. He knew that he must rescue Miss Keiko as soon as possible and seek justice for innocent lives.

They formulated a careful rescue plan and then acted quickly. The SWAT officers made noise outside and attracted the attention of the kidnappers. The Sheriff took the opportunity to rush into the hut and subdued the kidnapper to the ground.

Miss Keiko was rescued, her face full of fear and exhaustion. But when she saw the Sheriff, a flash of joy and gratitude flashed in her eyes. She knew that she was saved, all thanks to their hard work and dedication.

Finally, after a long wait, Sen and the Sheriff's cell phones vibrated.

This sudden shock seemed to break the silence around them, and also broke the tension and anxiety in their hearts.

Sen and the police chief quickly connected the phone, and the excited and joyful voices of their colleagues came through the receiver: "We successfully rescued Miss Keiko! She is safe now!"

Upon hearing the news, Sen and the Sheriff's eyes flashed with excitement.

He held the phone tightly, as if he wanted to imprint the news in his heart. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a long-lost smile. He turned to look at Lu Ting and found that Lu Ting also had a happy smile on his face.

At this moment, they felt the joy and excitement of victory. Sen, Sheriff and Lu Ting hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to integrate this hard-won victory into each other's bones.

At the same time, Hanshuang also received messages from his colleagues. She sat in front of the computer and looked at the dialog box that popped up on the screen, with a relieved smile on her face. She tapped the keyboard gently and responded to the congratulations and greetings from her colleagues. Then she stood up, stretched, and walked out of the room.

The next morning, the sun poured into the room through the gaps in the curtains, giving everything a golden glow.

Sen and the police chief were sitting in the car, and his eyes fell on the mountains in the distance through the car window. Those majestic peaks are looming in the night, like a profound ink painting. His heart was filled with joy, and this victory made him feel more relaxed and proud than ever before.

He turned to look at Lu Ting, who was sitting next to him, and found that his eyes were staring ahead, as if he was thinking about something important. Sen and Sheriff knew that Lu Ting's thoughts had already flown to the future, and he was fully prepared for the next challenge.

"Lu Ting, what are you thinking about?" Sen and Sheriff couldn't help but ask.

Lu Ting was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses. (End of chapter)