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When the news came, everyone was incredulous.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How long has it been since we set off? Eighty-three li is a round trip of one hundred and sixty-six li. There's not even enough time to cover the journey!"

"Could he have used some kind of cheating method?"

"Cheating? Do you think those scumbags from the Corpse Dog Clan would actually cooperate with him in withdrawing from the stronghold?"

"I'll go and see for myself!"

A tall, thin man stood up from the crowd.

His name is Gu Changkong, the squad leader of the reconnaissance team of the Fierce Dragon Commando, a level 73 scout, whose specialty is stealth and infiltration.

"I want to see just how this stronghold was taken down!"

After saying that, he vanished in a flash from the doorway of the command room.

Followed by.

Two more team members skilled in reconnaissance followed.

The command room fell silent again, everyone waiting for Gu Changkong to return and give a definite answer.

Time passed by, second by second.

suddenly.

The heavy alloy door of the command center opened automatically.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

Then Jiang Chuan walked in unhurriedly.

His black combat uniform was spotless, standing out starkly against the snowy backdrop.

Jiang Chuan's gaze swept across the command room, then he raised an eyebrow at the group of commandos standing there dumbfounded. "What are you all standing there for? Don't you guys train?"

"us……"

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, unsure how to respond, and stared at him as if he were a monster.

but.

Jiang Chuan didn't want their answer.

He then said, "Since you all have nothing to do, that's good. Everyone assemble here in six hours. I'm going to organize an emergency raid."

Jiang Chuan looked at Chu Qiuci.

He instructed, "Captain Chu, keep a close eye on them. No matter who it is, for any reason, if they miss this operation, they should never return to the team."

"……yes!"

Chu Qiuci subconsciously gave a military salute.

Jiang Chuan didn't say anything more, turned around and left, going to his private office and closing the door behind him.

Click.

The sound of the lock clicking shut was particularly crisp in the quiet fortress.

Everyone's eyes followed his back until the door completely blocked their view, at which point they began to whisper among themselves.

"An emergency raid?"

"What's going on?"

"Hmph, a new broom sweeps clean. We couldn't keep this young Captain Jiang in check, so he's going to really mess with us!"

As they were talking, the door to the command center was kicked open from the outside again.

Gu Changkong is back.

His face was frighteningly pale, and his lips were trembling slightly, as if he had just witnessed something terrifying.

"How's it going? The outpost really got taken down?!"

A group of people swarmed around them.

Gu Changkong didn't say anything, but simply took out a machine and put it on the table.

The projection screen popped up.

The high-definition images he took on location were displayed before everyone.

废墟，

Remains

Corpses are everywhere.

The group had recently investigated the stronghold and knew its situation inside very well, but the scene before them was completely different from what they had recorded in their intelligence.

"My God, was this base just bombarded by a meteorite?!"

"Is this how Captain Jiang operates?"

"That's an exaggeration!"

"He's really only level 42? Is SSS-level talent really that monstrous!?"

"Captain Chu, can you do it?"

Everyone looked at Chu Qiuci.

She is the only professional in the Raptors Commando who has broken through to the eighth rank.

That's why he was able to take on the position of deputy captain in a special operations brigade where the strong are respected; anyone else would have been ousted long ago.

This group of eccentric special forces soldiers, though uninterested in high-ranking positions and salaries.

But they also didn't want to be overshadowed by others for no reason.

All the previous special operations battalion commanders were ousted for this reason. Even if they were eighth-level professionals, without solid combat achievements and hard power to convince the public, they would not get a good outcome!

Chu Qiuci remained silent for a long time.

shook his head.

She truthfully replied, "Unless strategic weapons are used to assist in the operation, I absolutely could not have destroyed a Corpse Dog Clan stronghold so easily. But the use of strategic weapons is strictly recorded, and in such a short time, there isn't even enough time to activate them."

Everyone was completely bewildered.

A few hours later.

The snowstorm in the North has finally subsided a bit, but the temperature has dropped even further.

Just when everyone was getting impatient, a weak signal finally came from the direction of the fortress wall.

Feng Kun is back.

He came back limping.

His condition was really not good. One of his legs was so badly injured that he could barely move it. His combat uniform was torn in seven or eight places, the largest of which ran from his left shoulder all the way to his right rib, revealing a deep claw mark that showed the bone.

His entire body was covered in a layer of blood, making it impossible to tell whether it was his own or that of the Corpse Dog Clan, all of which had been frozen into ice shards by the cold air.

But he was carrying a head in his hand.

It was the head of the Corpse Dog Clan centurion in the eastern stronghold.

Feng Kun dragged his injured leg to the door of the command room, used his last bit of strength to push the door open, and then threw the centurion's head on the ground.

boom!

Its head rolled a few times on the ground before hitting a table leg and coming to a stop.

Feng Kun was panting heavily, his hands resting on his knees. His entire body was covered in sore flesh, but a smug smile played on his lips.

Without even raising his head, he roared in a hoarse, almost inaudible voice, "Damn it! I'm back! Where's that kid? Is he back? Is he still hiding in the stronghold, too scared to come out? Tell him to stop hiding! I wasn't that much faster than him, it's not shameful to come out and admit defeat!"

No one answered him.

Everyone looked at him with an extremely complicated expression.

There was no mockery or a sense of amusement in his eyes; instead, there was something indescribable...

pity.

Feng Kun's smile gradually froze.

He instinctively felt something was wrong. These beasts usually enjoyed watching him make a fool of himself more than anyone else, so why were they all acting like they'd taken some kind of drug to be mute today?

He straightened up with difficulty, his gaze sweeping across the crowd before finally settling on one of his closest old friends.

He was a burly man who was two meters tall. We usually drank and cursed together.

He is very straightforward and outspoken.

But at that moment, the burly man just sighed, walked up and patted him on the shoulder, without saying anything.

"Old Zhao, what the hell do you mean? Say something!"

The burly man sighed, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

But in the end, he didn't say anything.

Turned around and left.

Feng Kun was completely dumbfounded.

He stood there, frozen, his body aching from his injuries, but only one question occupied his mind: What the hell happened?!

Soon, the medical team members came running over, carrying their medicine kits.

As the doctor took out the hemostat, he clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Old Feng, why did you risk your life? It was just a bet, did you have to get yourself into this state?"

Feng Kun grabbed the other man's sleeve and demanded in a low, urgent voice, "Tell me! What exactly happened?!"

"Let go, I'll stitch up your wound first. Look at your leg, the flesh is almost falling off. If it's not stitched back up, your leg will be useless."

The doctor impatiently tried to pry his hand open.

"Never mind my legs! Answer me first!"

Feng Kun was practically screaming.

The doctor sighed helplessly, put down the hemostat in his hand, looked into Feng Kun's eyes, and said with heartfelt sympathy, "About five minutes after you left... Captain Jiang returned."

"Five minutes?"

Feng Kun couldn't connect this timeline with the competition at all, and he asked, "What do you mean??"

"That's right, five minutes."

Old Li repeated: "To be precise, including the time for the round trip, it probably only took Captain Jiang... less than two minutes to take down that stronghold."

thump.

Feng Kun collapsed onto the ground.

The centurion's head still sat at his feet, its unseeing eyes staring straight at him, as if mocking his ignorance.

Old Li squatted down and began stitching up the wound on his leg. The sound of the needle and thread piercing through the flesh was exceptionally clear in the quiet command room.

As he sewed, he said slowly, "It's not your fault you lost this competition. Our new captain is indeed capable. You should think about how to prevent him from making things difficult for you later."

After Lao Li finished stitching up the wound, Feng Kun was still slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if his whole being had been drained.

Only after Old Li patted him on the shoulder, picked up his medicine box, and left did he slowly stand up like a wound-up robot and walk to the door of Jiang Chuan's office.

A sliver of warm yellow light shone through the crack in the door, and the rustling sound of turning over documents could be faintly heard from inside.

Feng Kun stood at the door, raising and lowering his fist repeatedly, three or four times.

His sallow face flushed red and then turned pale, so embarrassed he wished he could disappear into the ground.

Hold.

He cursed himself in his heart.

Jiang Chuan is right, isn't he just a woman? He lost, so what's with all the fuss!

He finally gritted his teeth and knocked on the door.

dong dong dong.

"Enter."

Jiang Chuan's calm voice came from inside.

Feng Kun pushed open the door and saw Jiang Chuan sitting behind his desk, flipping through a military report.

"Captain Jiang."

Feng Kun took a deep breath and then gave a sharp military salute. The sudden movement aggravated the injury on his thigh, causing him to break out in a cold sweat, but he didn't utter a sound: "I lost, and I accept the punishment!"