The Black Box Cipher

The middle-aged man was taken aback.

The Special Operations Response Office certainly had many action teams, and most of their numbers were indeed named after flowers.

But he had never heard of Team 777 or the designation Mandala Flower.

The middle-aged man had come up through the ranks. He had been in the field for nearly twenty years, and he had a keen eye. He could tell that the woman before him was no ordinary person.

After a brief moment of thought, he casually glanced a few times at the green Jeep.

Whatever the woman's identity, aside from her, the only person with her was a burly, rough-featured middle-aged man in the Jeep.

He had come to carry out this mission without any paperwork at all.

His immediate superior had received a top-secret order from someone higher up and sent him to carry it out. The requirement was that the mission had to be completed.

Whoever was on the other side, there were only two of them.

He had over a hundred people. If they still couldn't complete the mission, wouldn't that be hard to justify?

He would complete the mission first. Whatever problems arose, someone higher up would take care of them.

At that thought, a murderous glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he was about to give the order to kill.

But just then, when the woman named Mu Dan had nearly reached Tong Muxue, she suddenly turned around and said, "Hey... don't you know what Special Operations Team 777 and the designation Mandala Flower mean?"

"If you don't, call your superior and ask!"

"If your superior doesn't know, then he's not high enough in the chain of command! Keep asking up the line. Ask the person who gave your superior the order!"

Du Dan's tone