Han Xiao said to Song Ning, "Let's meet up with Chen Liang first. He and I need to divide up the work! This is a serious situation. We can't afford any mistakes in rescuing the hostages or arresting the fugitives. Until the search team arrives, all we can do is gather information! I'm sorry, Song Ning. I know you're worried about Lan Ying, but we don't have enough manpower right now!"
Song Ning nodded.
"I understand! I know what has to come first!"
After all, if the hostage really was a one-year-old child, any rash move could endanger the child's life.
Only after a long silence did she add:
"I am worried about Lan Ying! But what worries me even more... is what role she's actually playing in all this."
After Chen Liang met up with Han Xiao, he circled around to scout the area near Uncle Gen's house, accompanied by Huang Ali, who knew the village layout.
Han Xiao waited nearby for reinforcements.
The greatest drawback of carrying out missions in this era was the information gap.
Without tools for instant communication, they couldn't report developments in time.
Next came the lack of transportation, and even roads.
Xiaohe Village and Xiaowan Village, where Huang Ali lived, were less than ten nautical miles apart along the coast.
But traveling overland, on roads that could actually accommodate cars, meant a detour of nearly a hundred kilometers.
The sun had risen overhead.
The coast usually had plenty of sunshine.
Even the sea breeze washed over them in waves of heat.
Sitting in the shade of a tree, Song Ning tried hard to suppress her unease and sort through the information in her mind...
In weather like this, an injury, especially a serious one,
would be very hard to endure.
And after being