What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

About an hour later, we arrived at the secret military outpost located on the outskirts of Old Bear Ridge.

The stronghold was brightly lit at this time.

A huge, dark gray military transport plane was already parked on the runway, its engines roaring deafeningly, ready to take off at any moment.

Without making any stops, the convoy drove directly to the rear hatch of the transport plane.

The sarcophagus, prisoners, wounded, and our exhausted team members quickly boarded the plane.

As the cabin doors slowly closed, the transport plane accelerated and taxied on the runway before finally taking off.

The plane soared into the dark night sky, heading towards the headquarters in Beijing.

Inside the cabin, the light was dim and the engine noise was loud.

Zhang Xuanqing had already leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest, while Shan Yan was flipping through the tactical tablet in his hand, seemingly writing a mission report.

I didn't disturb him. Instead, I closed my eyes like Zhang Xuanqing and began to regulate my breathing, slowly recovering the depleted evil energy in my body.

The night was deep, and thick clouds obscured the stars and moon.

The roar of the military transport plane's engines began to gradually subside.

With a noticeable feeling of weightlessness, the behemoth glided for a distance before coming to a smooth stop at a military airfield on the outskirts of Beijing.

I sat by the window and glanced at the time on my phone screen; it was already past 1 a.m.

Looking at the familiar building outlines on the tarmac outside the window, I couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

We gathered at this airport in Beijing at 6:00 AM this morning and set off for western Hunan.

It hasn't even been more than twenty-four hours since I set foot on this land again.

But in this short day, we crossed most of China.

Deep into the heart of Old Bear Ridge, across the underground river, blast open the bronze gate...

The experiences of this day were more dangerous than what an average person would encounter in a lifetime.

The cabin door slowly descended with the sound of the hydraulic system releasing air, and the night wind from outside rushed into the cabin.

With a touch of the dryness and coolness of a northern city, it instantly dispelled the stuffy air that had filled the cabin the whole way.

The tarmac was already brightly lit.

The personnel sent by the General Administration had obviously been waiting for a long time.

Because the engineering and logistics team that went to the ancient tomb to provide support and brought us out was from the Hunan Provincial Bureau, a strict cross-departmental handover is now necessary.

The General Administration is very efficient.

Several heavy riot control vehicles with flashing red and blue warning lights, along with a specially designed sealed transport vehicle, drove directly to the rear of the transport plane.

The heavy stone coffin, laden with mysterious runes, was transported along with the tracked hoisting equipment of the Hunan Provincial Engineering Corps.

Under the close watch of everyone, he was smoothly handed over to the special agents of the General Bureau and quickly loaded into the sealed transport vehicle, which was then covered with a thick black tarpaulin.

Immediately afterwards, several medical personnel in white coats pushed a stretcher and quickly boarded the plane.

In the previous battle, the compass had overdrawn its strength to maintain the formation, resulting in significant internal injuries.

His face was still very pale, and he was carefully lifted onto a stretcher by medical staff.

Although Huoyao's left arm was stitched up on the spot by Ling Shu, the wound was very deep.

In addition to excessive blood loss, he was also quite weak and was placed on a stretcher.

Although the hound only suffered minor injuries thanks to its excellent skills, it was still required to go to the base hospital for a full physical examination, as per department regulations.

To prevent infection with some unknown corpse poison or Gu poison.

As the accompanying medical expert of our team, Ling Shu naturally carried her first aid kit and left with the medical vehicle.

Two medical staff members approached Zhang Xuanqing, intending to perform a basic vital sign check on him.

Zhang Xuanqing waved his hand and declined calmly, saying, "No need to trouble yourself, go and take care of the wounded."

I didn't suffer any external injuries, just a slight depletion of my internal energy. I can replenish it by meditating and regulating my breathing for a few days."

Seeing his resolute attitude and considering his special status, the medical staff did not press him further and turned to attend to other matters.

Zhang Xuanqing turned his head and glanced at me, then straightened his collar and said, "Brother Chen, this time you've caused quite a stir."

Not only did they attract heavenly lightning, but they also brought back such an eerie stone coffin, along with those several mysterious assassins.

As the leader of this operation, I need to go to the headquarters building tonight to report the specific situation to my superiors in person.

I nodded and replied, "That's only right. You go ahead and do your thing, don't worry about me."

On the other side, Shan Yan was directing the handover of the three masked assassins whose jaws had been dislocated.

When the three prisoners were being escorted, the General Headquarters sent a specially made, completely black, and fully enclosed escort vehicle with no markings on it.

After the three prisoners were fitted with heavier alloy shackles, they were taken away by several fully armed special agents with cold, sharp eyes.

After Shan Yan finished the handover procedures, he strode up to me.

He gave me a sincere smile, then stretched out his large hand and patted my shoulder heavily.

"Brother Chen, this trip to western Hunan was made possible thanks to you."

Your abilities and composure under pressure are even more impressive than I imagined.

He's a reliable brother.

Shan Yan's voice was deep and powerful, and I keenly noticed the change in how he addressed me.

After a pause, he continued, "I need to take these three tough nuts back to the Ninth Division's secret base first."

There are special interrogation rooms over there. I want to see just how tight their mouths can be under the Ninth Bureau's methods.

I smiled, my tone remaining calm and unhurried:

"Brother Shanyan, you're too kind. We're all comrades-in-arms."

I don't know anything about interrogation, so I'll leave that to you professionals.

If you find any new leads, please let me know.

"Don't worry, I'll contact you as soon as I have any news. See you later."

Shan Yan waved his hand decisively, turned around and boarded the black escort vehicle.

With the roar of the engine, the escort vehicle, escorted by two riot control vehicles, quickly drove away from the airport.

The people on the tarmac gradually dispersed, leaving only a few ground crew members doing the final cleanup work.

I was originally just a temporary thug recruited by Zhang Xuanqing.

Now that the mission is over, Zhang Xuanqing said he was going to the headquarters to coordinate the follow-up, but I was too lazy to get involved anymore.

I tightened my waterproof jacket and prepared to walk towards a black car arranged by the bureau to return to the guesthouse.

Just then, Zhang Xuanqing suddenly called out to me from behind.

"Brother Chen, please wait a moment."

I stopped and turned around, looking at him with some confusion: "Master Zhang, is there anything else you need?"

Zhang Xuan walked up to me with his hands behind his back and asked, "Are you planning to return to Jiangcheng next?"