Liang Song’s heart tightened, as if gripped by an invisible, powerful hand. A sudden, intense sense of crisis surged within him. He understood all too well what this meant: the enemy likely had more moves in reserve, and the appearance of these helicopters was perhaps the prelude to a new wave of attacks. He had no time to ponder further. With the veins on his forehead bulging, he snatched up his communicator and shouted, "Everyone, listen up! Retreat immediately! Now!" His voice, urgent and absolute, cut through the darkness like a bolt of lightning, ringing in everyone's ears.
Inside the dock, the team members had been working methodically—some organizing captured documents, others checking equipment for wear. Upon hearing Liang Song’s order, they didn't hesitate for a second, abandoning their tasks at once. Wang Luoran urged the team members around her, her voice laced with anxiety, "Move, don't drag your feet!" As she spoke, she rapidly shut down the scanning equipment, her hands dancing skillfully over the switches and buttons, terrified of wasting even a second. He Chenguang moved like a gust of wind toward the quarantine team still inspecting the tanks, shouting for them to evacuate: "Go, now! The enemy is making their move!" The team’s movements were skilled and agile; years of combat experience had given them an instinctive reaction to danger. Everyone knew that staying even one second longer meant an extra measure of peril.
Like a well-trained army, the group rush…
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