"Finally, I get to meet you, Mr. Blue. I believe this is our first official meeting. I'm Mr. Green. You can call me Bruce."
Bruce spoke excitedly.
A deep green military jeep slowly approached the side gate of Columbia University, its body coated in dust and sand, exuding the grim, murderous air of having just returned from a battlefield.
The searchlight atop the vehicle swept across the surroundings in the dim twilight, as if announcing an extraordinary event about to unfold.
General Ross, a burly middle-aged man with a resolute face, wore a crisp military uniform. The stars gleaming on his epaulets proclaimed his high rank.
He strode toward the command vehicle.
Inside the command vehicle was a compact yet efficient temporary operations center.
The walls were covered with high-resolution displays, their screens flashing with all kinds of real-time data, from satellite imagery to street surveillance.
The air was thick with tension and focus. Everyone carried out their duties, busy but orderly.
General Ross entered the vehicle, swiftly swept his gaze around, then walked to the main console, where an operations map and communications equipment had already been prepared for him.
"Notify every police unit participating in the operation."
General Ross's voice carried through the radio waves to every corner. "Immediately seal off Broadway Street and every key intersection in the surrounding area. Make sure no unauthorized vehicles or personnel can get through. Remember, we must do this silently. We cannot alert the target."
His deputy, a young captain, quickly recorded the orders.
He pressed the internal communications button and relayed the instructions to each team one by one.
As the orders were issued, the rhythm of the city seemed to shift in secret. Pedestrians on the streets began noticing the increased police presence, along with the inconspicuous barricades and