"Are you deliberately making me hold back?"
This time, Han Su didn't leave as soon as he received the mission briefing. He waited another five or seven minutes, making sure the flickering wouldn't descend again. He couldn't help feeling perplexed.
He hadn't wanted to go when he was dragged back, and he certainly hadn't been happy about it. But now that he was ready, the fact that nothing had happened felt strange in its own way.
Lost in thought, he left and took a taxi back to the base. After showing his credentials, he received a Service Pistol, stuffed it into his Briefcase, and quickly took another taxi to the intersection at Pinghu Road.
"What's this mission about?"
As they neared their destination, he composed himself and thought, Back when I'd just finished the assessment, the instructor said things like batons were better than guns, and investigators didn't like firearms—those old-fashioned weapons with too many ways to go wrong. Looking at things now, that was complete nonsense.
They just didn't trust us yet, so they fobbed us off with batons.
Otherwise, why would they tell us to report to the base and collect guns and ammunition the moment a dangerous mission came up?
"..."
When he arrived, he found the area bustling with activity.
The meeting point lay in the middle of a crossroads, where roads branched off in every direction. He arrived and was surprised to spot a few familiar faces: Doctor, wearing gold-rimmed glasses; Black Tiger, dressed in casual camouflage; and Sparrow, in tight jeans and wearing headphones.
Besides them, there were several people who had been assigned to Groups D3 and D4 after training. Unlike the members of Groups D1 and D2, who were all dressed in ordinary clothes, they wore matching uniforms.
They exchanged brief greetings,