On the tracked vehicle.
The medic and mechanical engineer were busy treating their injured teammates.
Watching the captain hang up, the deputy captain sitting in the driver's seat immediately asked.
"What did command say?"
His name was Song Changfeng, though the teammates who knew him well all called him Old Song. This old hand had been working with the Beacon Squad for a long time.
Zheng Hao fell silent for a moment before speaking.
"The original mission has been canceled. The Investigation Department's Containment Planning Group wants us to remain on standby near the crash site. If they relocate, follow them, but don't act rashly. Avoid engaging them..."
Everyone's expressions shifted slightly.
Old Song asked cautiously.
"How close?"
"They told us to decide for ourselves."
Hearing that, quite a few people breathed a sigh of relief.
Everyone except Old Song.
Seeing that the captain had nothing more to say, he anxiously pressed on.
"What about reinforcements?"
Zheng Hao looked out at the reed marshes beyond the window.
"They didn't say."
The tracked vehicle fell silent again.
Though command had not said so outright, it was obvious they had already abandoned them—and the captives who had been taken.
As for the reason...
If they had not said it, that meant it was beyond their clearance.
The medic silently bandaged the wounded man lying on the stretcher and replaced his damaged prosthetics with spares. He had seen far too many situations like this.
Song Changfeng slammed his fist against the steering wheel.
"Fuck!"
Jiang Xuezhou, seated in the back, slowly closed her eyes, lowered her head, and murmured.
"I told you... we never needed to open fire."
Zheng Hao silently lit a cigarette and replied flatly.
"You think I had a choice?"
It was true that he had given the order to