Key Targets

"Hahaha, Your Excellency Warden, you're too kind." The squad leader smiled broadly, refusing to accept the gift, and pushed it back to Han Che's hand.

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Huh? What do you mean by being polite? Han Che was puzzled. I was only planning to give it to five people, so shouldn't I accept five cards? And you're saying I'm being polite?

He pushed the card back, saying, "Hey, I really shouldn't have accepted so much."

"This is all thanks to Your Excellency the Warden. We were just following orders. You don't need to do this." The squad leader pushed Han Che's hand back, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes full of meaning.

Han Che looked at the squad leader's hand that he had pushed back, and then looked up at his seemingly serious but also slightly mischievous eyes.

"Uh, here's the situation," Han Che finally realized that he had misunderstood, and explained, "I can only hand over 5 people to headquarters, so I can only accept 5 cards. Please take the other two cards back, squad leader."

Han Che pushed the two cards back into the squad leader's hands. This time, the squad leader was about to "reluctantly" accept them and was about to say "How could I accept that?" when he heard Han Che say that, and he froze on the spot.

"Huh? Only 5 people?"

"yes."

Han Che noticed that the squad leader's jaw muscles bulged noticeably on both sides of his face, and then he gave an awkward smile.

"Haha, Your Excellency the Warden is joking. The group's count is seven people in total, how could it be five?"

At this moment, Han Che led the group to the cell and gestured to guide the squad leader's gaze.

There were exactly five people in the room, no more and no less.

The squad leader peeked out, counted carefully, and his face visibly darkened.

"Is that so? You don't know this, but I did capture a total of 7 Lost Operators at the time."

"But three of them were extremely special. They used special cheating abilities to wreak havoc in my prison. I sacrificed many of my brothers in the fight against them."

As he spoke, Han Che's tone grew increasingly heavy, and his hands clenched tighter. He slammed his fist against the iron bars of the cell door, making a loud "bang".

Han Che's voice carried suppressed anger.

"In the end, I went through tremendous effort and sacrificed a lot of resources and manpower to finally capture the three of them."

"I crippled one of them on the spot, and now he's a paralyzed idiot who can only breathe."

"As for the other two, I had the brothers in the prison each stab them once, to avenge our brothers and vent our anger. They were stabbed to death long ago."

Han Che's expression was hidden in the shadows behind the mask, yet it still exuded a gloomy and angry oppressive aura, and every word he spoke was chilling.

This sent a chill down the spine of the squad leader, Hafk.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back. He stopped wasting time talking to Han Che, took a file from another member of the team, opened it, and compared it to the names of the people in the prison.

He examined it closely, from the name to the physical features. The one leaning against the wall, head drooping, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, was one of the key figures highlighted in red in the document, "John." The photograph showed a robust young man, now just an empty shell.

The other two key figures highlighted in red, Miles and Cole, were not found in their cells.

He looked at it three times over, and then ordered his men to go into the cell and bring the man out to verify him in person.

The squad leader crumpled the list in his hand. "Your Excellency Warden, are you playing me? Of the three key figures, you only left me with an idiot?"

He seemed to be suppressing his anger, his deep voice squeezed out from his throat.

"Why do you say that, squad leader? I only received instructions from the group leadership yesterday to retrieve the lost operators."

"No one told me beforehand that these people were high-priority targets and that I was supposed to protect them!"

Han Che walked half a step in front of the squad leader, almost touching him.

Han Che was a head taller than the squad leader, and with that cold mask, he looked down at him from above.

"So many of my brothers died at their hands! You expect me to feed and care for them?"

The squad leader trembled and subconsciously took half a step back, not daring to continue arguing.

Moreover, he was not in the right in this matter. Whether from a moral or professional standpoint, he had no reason or confidence to challenge the warden.

"Yes, very good, Warden. I will report your actions to headquarters as factual." The squad leader said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

"Please go ahead." Han Che didn't budge an inch, raising his right hand to "see him out."

Then, the warden's personal guard, along with the prison guards, sandwiched Hafk's team and the five lost agents from both sides.

Da Yong had already put on his helmet at some point, and was holding his heavy Gatling gun in his hand. He walked up to the squad leader and said, "Please, squad leader."

"Hmph!" The squad leader's face turned ashen, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

With a wave of his hand, he led five people and his squad away from Tide Prison in a hurry, "escorted" by the prison guards.

Han Che only breathed a sigh of relief after watching the armed helicopter fly away from his office window.

"Your Excellency Warden, wouldn't this offend the group's leadership?" Shi Ding had already finished his business and returned to the warden's office desk, offering a cup of hot tea.

"It's alright," Han Che said, taking the hot tea and taking a sip.

"I was only told about the retrieval of the lost operator last night. I killed him without my knowledge, so they have nowhere to trace it."

Han Che then turned around and looked at Shi Ding, "But I really didn't expect that John, Miles, and Cole would actually be the key targets of the Hafk Group."

"Thanks for reminding me, these people are probably more complicated than we thought." Han Che pondered, carefully considering what use the Hafk Group would have for these people.

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"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

This armed helicopter, specifically designed for transporting people, was quite spacious inside. Besides the pilot, there was the squad leader and his men, as well as the five Lost operatives huddled together.

The squad leader looked at the five agents he had brought back and started cursing.

"I fucking thought he was really sensible!" He slammed the two black cards in his hand onto the cabin floor. The cards bounced up and fell back down, rolling into a corner.

"And then this is what happened to me!"

"Of the three people specifically designated by the higher-ups, he crippled one and killed two! He still has the nerve, he still has the nerve...!"

His face turned bright red, and he was so angry that he could barely speak.

His face turned bright red, and he was so angry that he could barely speak; the veins on his neck bulged.

The deputy cautiously approached, "Boss, how are we going to explain this when we get back?"

"How am I supposed to explain? How would I know how to explain?"

"I'll remember this. I'll never let him get away with this again!" The squad leader glared fiercely at the prison outside the window, which was getting smaller and smaller.

"You just wait!" he said through gritted teeth.

"Where are those two black cards? Find them, where did they go?"