Zhu Ya'an was a senior military officer from Country Z. She had originally gone abroad with the military on a mission, and on their way home, they happened to pass through Country F, so they stopped to rest at the embassy there.
The head of the embassy was an old friend of hers. She had not expected a sudden call in the middle of the night telling her that something had gone wrong with the batch of cultural artifacts being exchanged with the Dafa Museum.
He asked her to come over and help handle it, but just as Zhu Ya'an arrived, she heard an alarm piercing the sky.
She drew her gun and kicked the door open, her gaze icy and sharp, but she only managed to catch two figures leaping off the windowsill, one after the other.
"Damn it, one step too late."
"Captain." The team members behind her hurried over. "What do we do now?"
Zhu Ya'an looked in the direction they had fled and ordered coldly, "Go. Get a map and seal off the alleys. Pull the surveillance footage, and pay particular attention to places where they could easily blend into a crowd."
Holstering her gun, Zhu Ya'an turned around. "And compile a list of the missing artifacts as quickly as possible. Everyone else, come with me."
In a pitch-black alley.
The short Ma'erlie successfully rendezvoused with the tall, burly Cheff.
Cheff stepped forward excitedly and asked, "Boss, did you get it?"
Ma'erlie looked grim. "Some damn brat snatched it away."
"What do we do, then?" Cheff's face fell. "Doesn't that mean we came out here tonight for nothing?"
"Not necessarily." Ma'erlie's eyes darted around.
"Don't forget, they haven't fully pulled out yet either, and our hacker Luke is still fighting."
He reached for his earpiece. "Luke,