Special Forces Medic

"You've had your eye on my chair for a long time, kid. If you really like it that much, I'll have one custom-made for you later," the old man laughed heartily, his smile adding life to his face.

"I don't want a new one; I just want the chair under my master's butt." In fact, Xiao Lin had his sights set on that chair. The first new weapon developed by Dragon Soul was integrated into this chair. Although the weapons developed since then are lighter and more effective, he still prefers the performance of the early weapons, as they are much more stable.

The chair beneath Lao Long can transform into a weapon at the armrest or back. Even the legs and the seat surface have different functionalities, aiding you in various scenarios during sudden situations. Yet, from the outside, it looks just like a regular office chair.

"Is the Military Advisor back?" Putting away the jokes, Lao Long asked in a deep voice, "I've read your report. Are you sure there are no flaws in your hypothesis?"

"I'm not certain, but there are many doubts within it that I can't unravel at once." Xiao Lin straightened up, setting his feet down. When it comes to work, he is meticulous; even though he has left Dragon Soul, its discipline is imprinted in his very blood.

"What are you planning to do? Imprison the Military Advisor?"

Lao Long had perused the report provided by Xiao Lin more than once. Even when they were in Amman, he had already used personal channels to dispel part of the doubts, but up until yesterday, the information he received back was still null.

He had to treat this Middle East mission with seriousness, and even more so, he had to treat the Military Advisor with seriousness. It must be known that the Military Advisor has always been their core member of Dragon Soul. If there truly is something suspicious going on, Dragon Soul will face an unprecedented crisis. Though he is not one to shy away, it is nonetheless a disruption.

In other words, Dragon Soul isn't worried about not having a successor; its ruthlessness lies in its willingness to sacrifice. Oftentimes, it would rather sacrifice a highly talented individual than risk plunging the entire Dragon Soul into a dire predicament. Xiao Lin knows this, and Lao Long knows it even more, so to Dragon Soul, the Military Advisor can be sacrificed. Even if she's just a possibility, Dragon Soul won't risk letting that possibility survive.

"Master, can you hand over the Military Advisor to me?" Xiao Lin thought for a long time, ultimately choosing to wade through troubled waters, contrary to his principles.

"Xiao Xiao, this isn't rational," Lao Long reminded Xiao Lin. For Xiao Lin, who is no longer in Dragon Soul, it's a violation both emotionally and logically to take away a core member, especially one who carries suspicion.

"I'm a Military Doctor; no one is more suitable than me."

"But she's also a suspect," Lao Long's voice dropped significantly.

"Master, you're trying to use this to bring me back to Dragon Soul, aren't you!" Xiao Lin laughed several times.

"In fact, protecting the Military Advisor is the best way," Lao Long responded slyly to Xiao Lin. "You know I'm your leader; I can't be the first to break the rules."

"Master, where do you think the suspicious points in this issue are?" Xiao Lin was too lazy to deal with this old fox, shifting the topic back to the problem: "Lian's entry into the Fourth Master's base until I rescued her is a memory blackout period. But I have a question: from the time Lian entered to her disappearance, there's a time gap of more than a month, and from the moment we received the news, it shows she's been missing for two months. Where was she from the time she lost her memory a month prior?"

"At the time, Lian was sent to the Middle East because there was a certain stimulant circulating domestically, also a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and quite a few women died from this drug. At the time, a suspect was caught...

Clearly, Lao Long didn't want Xiao Lin to know, so he asked Xiao Lin to leave. If Xiao Lin's report is true, then has that person returned, from Hell? So many eyes watched him die before them; this wasn't fake.

"Hello!" Lao Long once again picked up that phone and dialed the number on it, "He has appeared, let's meet." (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)