Upper Capital, a certain base, top-secret operations conference room
Three in the morning.
Seven levels underground in an unmarked building, the lights were cold and pale as frost.
Several figures were already seated around the oval conference table. The Flying Thunder God Group and Thunderbolt Group had all gathered here.
A massive electronic map covered the wall of the room.
Jingdong, the Beitai Villa District, and the TW Command Center.
The three coordinates were marked with red circles, with live satellite footage floating beside them.
Su Xiao sat in the middle of the team, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the strap of her backpack.
She was twenty-three this year, and two years ago, she had still been a Gaokao student.
Now, she was about to head abroad and carry out a mission worthy of being written into history.
The door opened, and footsteps sounded behind them.
Everyone turned around at once. Tian Jianguo walked down the corridor, with no one following behind him.
He wore that faded military uniform, its collar clasp buttoned tightly.
His pace was not fast, yet every step seemed to fall on the beat of their heartbeats.
Everyone instinctively stood a little straighter.
Tian Jianguo stopped before the group, his gaze slowly sweeping across every young face.
From the first person on the left to the last on the right, he looked slowly, as though he wanted to remember every one of them.
He took a step forward and stood at the very front of the formation, only an arm's length away from those in the first row.
"Do you know? I'm fifty-eight this year! Fifty-eight!"
That opening caught everyone off guard.
"When I enlisted, it was 1986.
Back then, the biggest ship in our navy was a three-thousand-ton Type 051 destroyer.
The best aircraft in our