Inside the command center of the General Special Management Bureau, the initial composure and calm had been eroded by a tense atmosphere, as if every second was challenging everyone's neurological limits. Shuobai, a commander always known for his calmness, had to straighten up from his reclining chair. His teacup had been forgotten off to the side, the wisp of steam rising from it forming a sharp contrast with the tense atmosphere inside the room.
"Captain Lan of the Eighth Squad, signal lost."
"Fifth Squad on Zhongshan Road, all contact lost."
Chapter 257