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Chapter 134, Section 8. The people at CORE believed in their trump card.

sunny.

In the vast "Popolo Airport".

Vermanis is a well-known coastal city in Country B. Although people's first impression of it is its bustling port trade and fishing industry, it also has one of the largest airports in Country B.

The airport covers an area of ​​nearly 2,000 acres and is located in the east where the sun rises. It is named Popolo.

With an annual throughput of approximately 50 to 150 million people, it is already among the busiest.

12:13 noon.

A plane with special English letters marked it onto the runway. It was not one of the white passenger planes that surrounded it, but a black private jet used to pick up someone.

Its arrival was like a crow mixed in with a flock of white doves.

The plane door opened, and an old man named Ivan Strakov stepped out, a cigar in his mouth.

The old man belonged to the CORE Special Operations Bureau and held the position of deputy director of the Second Division (Special Operations Division). He had an extensive resume, and most importantly, he was the direct commander and operation planner of the codename "Heye". He could be said to be the most trusted person in the organization.

Old Ivan was over fifty years old, with gray hair and a face as cold and stern as a rock. His figure had become slightly overweight and out of shape due to his long years of office work, but the sharp, cold glint in his eyes was enough to make one imagine the fierce appearance this elderly man had once had.

"Hoo." A cigar smoke ring was exhaled.

A moment later, another member stepped out of the hatch.

Security Team Leader: Katrin Voss

Also under the CORE Bureau, he is a senior inspector from Section 6 (Internal Security), and his purpose in coming along this time is to ensure the safety of the trip.

In reality, she serves the same purpose as Tyson's bodyguard.

The thirty-year-old woman was dressed in a neat black tight-fitting uniform, with a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, a serious expression, and extremely keen observation skills.

“There are employees slacking off over there. If bombers were to attack at this moment, they wouldn’t even be able to get the planes off the runway immediately,” Katrin said coldly.

Old Ivan, with one hand behind his back, awkwardly looked up at the employee dozing against the cart and said frankly, "Where would a bomber fly in broad daylight? His overly keen observation is bordering on paranoia."

Ugh……

"You should see a psychologist. Dr. Smith happens to be with us. Why don't you talk to him?"

"Gentlemen, our mission is to bring the ace duo home on a business trip, not a vacation."

At that moment, another tall, thin, fair-skinned man walked out of the cabin, interrupting the nonsensical conversation.

The man, wearing glasses and a white lab coat, looked sleepy, as if he had just woken up. He also wore a blue patterned nightcap with a fluffy pom-pom hanging from the top.

"I think you should take off your nightcap before you speak..." Ivan sighed helplessly.

"Haha." Dr. Smith chuckled calmly and took off his hat.

The man was the medical and psychological assessor accompanying the flight; his name was Smith Thorsford. He was a senior medical officer and psychologist from the Seventh Division (Training and Assessment Division). To ensure the returning elite team would not encounter any accidents en route and to observe any signs of post-traumatic stress disorder after their mission, the organization sent him to accompany them.

Behind Dr. Smith followed two sleepy-eyed medical assistants, yawning and rubbing their eyes while hiding from the midday sun. They both seemed to have slept very soundly.

Most of the people on the plane got off to get some fresh air, including security personnel and crew. This was because the aircraft was a newly developed product of the military, currently the most advanced "Swan" class executive-level special plane in the country.

It is 35 meters long, has a wingspan of 38.6 meters, and a height of 8.5 meters.

The power system is a perfect product of Dr. Emil's iterations, enabling it to achieve a maximum speed of 680 km/h, comparable to that of a fighter jet, despite being an executive-class private aircraft.

It's an escape tool that the leader would definitely love.

"If He Ye knew I drove this to pick him up, he would probably be grinning from ear to ear, haha," Old Ivan said with deep emotion. "The last time I saw him was five years ago, almost two thousand days ago... Things have changed so much."

Deputy Chief Ivan touched the fuselage and spoke slowly in a low voice.

He recalled the cold, stern look in He Ye's eyes that he had seen many years ago. This man, selected from the military to supplement the manpower during the Cold War, later infiltrated Greenley City to complete mission after mission, and was undoubtedly a top-notch spy.

There is no doubt that this return will be a significant addition to his resume.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he could even be promoted to deputy director.

"Is that the person we're supposed to pick up?"

At this moment, nearly 300 meters away, Katrin called out to ask, because her keen observation skills were sometimes useful, such as when looking for someone, as there were black dots approaching in the wide airport.

Old Ivan hesitated for a moment, until he saw the black trench coat and that unchanged face, and then he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Yes, it's him."

"And the woman next to him?"

"It's normal that you don't know about the most classified national-level assassins in the files, since you've only been in the organization for six years. They've returned from a mission together this time. Of course, there are still many things that need to be explained back at the bureau, but for now, let's just stand here and welcome them back."

Old Ivan finished speaking and slowly walked forward.

The sun was shining brightly, so bright it was almost blinding.

Strangely enough, Old Ivan just saw that the national-level assassin lady seemed to hug his ace spy.
Oh, I guess I must have misread it because the sun was too bright.

Although the organization had expressed concerns about the two's cohabitation, Old Ivan, as the leader who knew He Ye best, believed that He Ye's unyielding will would never allow such a naive emotion as love to arise!

Not to mention the organization's most "useful" tools.

The black-haired, red-eyed girl hadn't even finished her general education courses. All she could think about was loyalty to the organization, because she had been trained by the organization since birth and instilled with the skills of killing, until she became a heartless killer.

It is likely that this sharpest rose blade will remain loyal to the organization as always, without any other distractions.

thump.

Ivan Strakov clenched his right fist and pounded it heavily on his chest, offering the highest salute to the two men approaching him.

(End of this chapter)