Early the next morning, Chen Mo got up early, washed up, and had breakfast.
There was going to be quite a show today. America was deploying an assault team to hunt Reedman. He had waited over a month for this show, and it had finally arrived.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Xiao Yu asked, looking at Chen Mo in surprise.
From what she knew, Chen Mo had always been steady and calm in everything he did. He was not an impatient person, but today he seemed somewhat different from usual.
"I have something to do and need to head over early. I'll come back early tonight to spend time with you and Wushuang," Chen Mo said.
"Okay." Xiao Yu did not ask further. She simply helped Chen Mo straighten his clothes, then watched him and Mo Nv leave.
By the time he arrived at Building No. 1, it was only 8:20. Things had not officially begun yet, so Chen Mo found a seat and waited for the show to start.
"They've set off."
Mo Nv projected the live feed onto the screen in front of Chen Mo.
This was a live feed from cameras mounted on the American assault team members' helmets. The signal was being sent back to Washington and the CIA, and Chen Mo was fortunate enough to share this first-person view.
However, the assault team was still on the aircraft. The footage was pitch-black, with little light to see by.
The real show had not begun yet.
Chen Mo was already settled in his seat. If he had a watermelon in his hands, he would have looked exactly like a typical spectator waiting to watch the drama unfold. If outsiders saw that smug expression on his face, they would probably want to strangle him.
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