"Where are the other otters besides you?" Song He asked. "Why were you the only otter involved in the terrorist attack? Aren't all of you combat personnel?"
"Too many otters gathered in one place would attract attention. After all, we all look almost exactly alike. Once our training was complete, we were sent all over the world to carry out missions. I don't know where the others are." Otter paused, then added, "Except Otter Seven."
"Where is Otter Seven?" Song He pressed.
"Dead. He died in North Africa. I was sent there during the North African War, while Otter Seven was sent there afterward. His mission was related to Chenghuang Oasis Company. He was later wiped out by the local army—the Sama Street shooting."
Song He's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately grew suspicious. "I've seen all the corpse photos from the Sama Street shooting. There wasn't anyone who looked anything like you."
"Charred corpse." Otter spoke lazily. "Otter Seven had a pretty gruesome death. He tried to escape through an underground passage, but the local army's flamethrower unit caught him. A hundred and forty jin of flesh was burned down to less than a hundred. There was no way to tell what he looked like."
"How do you know such details as 'a hundred and forty jin of flesh burned down to less than a hundred'?" Song He asked.
"Inside information from the zoo's channels. There must be people on our side in the North African military. Anyone could figure that out with their toes." Otter said, "We only hear certain pieces of intelligence after someone dies."
"One last question." Xiang Xiaotong spoke up. "What happened to the Electronic Eye that was removed from you?"
"That's a long story." Otter sighed wearily. Several consecutive hours of interrogation had