Special Forces Medic

The silver needle is very thin and light. It vibrates due to external forces. Whether too lightly or too heavily, both can cause it to break or go astray. With the re-concentration of inner strength, Xiao Lin's whole body was surging. With a shout, a flash of silver light cut through, emitting a crisp sound. Jun Zhe suddenly fell down. Hassan could no longer bear it and rushed in from outside, glaring fiercely at the military doctor, unable to utter a single word.

Hassan loved this brother. Perhaps he once said that if there were many brothers and sisters, he would eliminate them one by one. This could be possible, but with Jun Zhe, he might not realize that he could hardly adhere to his original intention.

"In three months, Dragon Soul will send someone to pick up your brother."

Xiao Lin was indifferent to Hassan's murderous glare. Just now, when he withdrew, the end of the silver needle grazed the optic nerve, potentially reducing his vision to zero. But this issue was something Dragon Soul could easily handle.

"Wait a minute!" Hassan tried to stop Xiao Lin but was blocked by Miao Shaoqing.

"The military doctor needs rest," Hua Qingyi coldly interrupted, his eyes carrying an undeniable authority.

Hassan glanced at Hua Qingyi and then turned towards Jun Zhe. His face was pale, blood draining, his eyes tightly shut, even his breathing was intermittent.

"If you don't trust the military doctor, then you don't need to trust anyone," Hua Qingyi had his hand on the doorknob. "Mr. Hassan, I still say, don't easily challenge the military doctor. In three months, Dragon Soul will return to pick up your brother, which is a good thing for both you and him. But equally, Dragon Soul can make you disappear from this world, no doubt about that."

Why are Dragon Soul members said to be arrogant? Because they have the capital to be arrogant, they believe their strength can achieve what others cannot. More importantly, they trust that their goals and beliefs are correct and consistent.

The plane slowly taxied off the runway. Sitting on one side, Hua Qingyi looked down at the horizon, noticing a figure. "Brother, look to the southwest. Is that 'Moth'?"

Xiao Lin followed Hua Qingyi's direction, seeing a person in a gray coat gazing up at their plane with an odd expression.

"He isn't dead yet!"

Hua Qingyi seemed a bit annoyed by this. He had hoped to kill this person during the base's eradication, but the chaos back then left everyone unaware that such a person remained.

"He's already a dead man," Xiao Lin withdrew his gaze and shut his eyes.

This statement might come across as an exaggeration in certain contexts, but it was a truth beyond dispute. Who would keep such a person around? No way Fourth Master would, nor would those behind him. Even if Dragon Soul could erase him, would Fourth Master's people do anything?

Moth knew the answer better than anyone. This was the difference between walking on wetlands and drylands; you always had to guard against the day you might get bitten, because nobody believed in his loyalty. In fact, he had no loyalty, only interests. So Moth understood clearly that his ensuing circumstances meant that fleeing had become a lifelong, perpetual journey, once because of Dragon Soul, and now because of Fourth Master.

Watching the plane overhead gradually shrink, Moth melted into the shadows, his keen senses telling him that Fourth Master was nearby. No one would willingly watch everything they created be ruined in an instant, and the plane's roar further incited a restless spirit. Eyes filled with hatred fixated on the silhouette becoming a mere black dot, then the shadow pursuing Moth disappeared into the depths of the darkness.

The plane remained stationed at the farm, followed by a special helicopter return to the base. The pilot had arranged through radio for a special car. Once they reached the base, a dedicated military vehicle took them back to Dragon Soul's headquarters.

"Brother, aren't you going back to have a look?" Hua Qingyi walked behind Xiao Lin, needing to remind him that someone was still waiting at home.

"We're already back; a few more days won't make a difference." Xiao Lin answered in a deep voice, though they had returned, there was still much requiring Dragon Soul's professional data analysis, and more importantly, the Lotus walking beside him.

"Qing Yi said you've found someone, you should visit first." Lotus suddenly interjected, not looking at the others but rather focused on her path. "I know Dragon Soul better than you, you're not afraid I'd get lost, are you?"

"No problem, Xia Xue is a very sensible woman." Xiao Lin held his stance.

"Xia Xue? The daughter of Xia Yusheng from the Xia Family?" Lotu suddenly stopped, turning to look at Xiao Lin. "Not bad! Quite a beauty." Xiao Lin was a bit unaccustomed to this manner of speaking from Lotus, he frowned, "What? We used to talk like this." Seeing Xiao Lin's dissent, Lotus shrugged nonchalantly.

The Dragon Soul building was situated in a unique position. From the outside, it seemed just a modest office building complex, somewhat small in scale, hardly luxurious.

The plain walls bore the simplest windows. There were no vast glass walls nor uniquely shaped steel constructions, merely an ordinary building. However, upon stepping through those doors, you'd find that all windows were of a double-hollow, bulletproof design. The polished marble walls could reflect a person's silhouette accurately. The entire building had a hollow design with circular corridors surrounding office areas. Starting from the fifth floor, it became a building complex, corridors leading to either main or auxiliary buildings, linking to experimental, military, dormitory, and combat zones.

If you assumed what you could see with the naked eye was beyond imagination, then the underground complex design made you feel like stepping into a sci-fi movie.

Xiao Lin went to the top floor, while Hua Qingyi took Lotus underground.

Regular staff were not permitted to access the underground buildings; their activities were restricted to ground areas, available to any on-ground section, while the underground was like a forbidden zone kept out of reach by limitations.

Xiao Lin sat leisurely in the top floor office, across from him an elderly man with a somewhat amused expression, his robust physique and tall frame striking a discord with the chair he occupied.

"Master, when are you going to change that chair!" Xiao Lin crossed his legs, drumming his fingers on his knee. The office played JAZZ softly. The old man's taste leaned youthful, transitioning from old-time HOP to Latin, now switching to JAZZ, no telling when he'd pick up Blues. His inclinations lacked permanence, but beneath the surface, the elder's strength was unfathomable. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)