"Tribe"?
"That Qin..."
Commander Cui, who had hurried over to greet them, stopped halfway through his sentence and glanced around. Then he said, "Come on! Let's head to the command center first!"
He had no objection to Li Bai releasing Durant, the Black man, on his own initiative.
A mere so-called agent with little experience was hardly worth mentioning. He was far less important than the employer behind him, and keeping him around would only mean feeding him. It wasn't worth it.
Besides, Durant probably knew more about that Qing than Li Bai did. Rather than waste their time on him, they might as well ask Li Bai for the full story.
From just that first half of the sentence, Li Bai understood what Commander Cui meant. He nodded and followed him to the meeting room at the command center.
As they walked, he took off his disguise, pulled out a towel, poured some bottled water onto it, and wiped the greasepaint from his face.
Those dark-skinned locals probably hadn't even gotten a good look at what he really looked like. As long as the few people involved kept their mouths shut, who would know who this Great Wizard from the East really was?
A psychiatrist from the Medical Team?
What a load of nonsense!
All that ridiculous getup was completely out of place in a military camp. Getting it off sooner made him feel a lot more comfortable.
The UN observers had finished their questioning. The meeting room was now empty and hadn't been put to use again.
As soon as the two of them entered, Luan Zhengwei and the other leaders followed, ready to sit in.
They brought out the small DV camcorder again and inserted a new memory card. They had plenty of those.
They switched it