Hearing Qu Jianlei's words, the other side fell silent for a moment before speaking. "We are the Chasing Wind Special Task Force of the Special Operations Department at headquarters."
"Damn," Qu Jianlei clicked his tongue, unable to stop himself from sucking in a breath through his teeth. "We're screwed. What rotten luck."
For the Special Operations Department at military headquarters to voluntarily reveal its origins—how could that possibly be good news? Sure enough, the other side continued, "We are currently carrying out a special mission. I hereby requisition your ship and its affiliated starships."
"Are you kidding me?" Qu Jianlei complained directly into the communicator. "We'll keep everything confidential. Is this really necessary?"
The other side ignored his complaint. Soldiers obeyed orders without question; everything else was irrelevant.
Never mind complaints—even swearing was common. War put people under immense pressure, and they needed an appropriate outlet.
The other side answered in a businesslike manner. "Since you are an observation group, we trust you."
Anyone able to observe the Frontline was either high-ranking military personnel or an elite. There was no doubt about that.
However, secrecy was not why they were being requisitioned. "Our mission requires assistance."
Qu Jianlei sighed helplessly. "Then... sir, you should at least show us your credentials."
That was naturally not an unreasonable request. The other party produced an official document from military headquarters, along with the credentials of a Major General.
Within the military system, the Special Operations Department held an extremely high rank in the hierarchy.
After proof had been presented, even if Qu Jianlei's side also had a Major General, they still had to comply with the requisition.
Even if a Lieutenant General were present, opposing the requisition after revealing their identity could still lead to an argument—Division Level Ships carried some weight too.