Although Headquarters' operation this time was secret, it had drawn an extremely high level of attention.
If everything went smoothly, there would naturally be no problem. But once the operation was obstructed, the potential consequences would be enormous.
More than three hours had passed without any good news. What that meant was already obvious.
Perhaps the operation had not failed yet, but the chances of success were no longer high.
The people paying the closest attention to the situation were Headquarters' operations team.
This operation, arranged by Cao Yanhua, Wang Xiaoming, and the others, could now be said to be under unprecedented pressure.
This was not an unexpected incident, but a carefully planned operation. Someone had to be held accountable for it.
Inside the conference room.
A group of people watched the footage transmitted by the drones, and everyone sank into deep silence.
The heavy atmosphere that had lasted for nearly dozens of minutes filled the entire conference room with an almost suffocating tension.
Someone looked toward Wang Xiaoming, seemingly wanting to read something from his face. But unfortunately, from beginning to end, Wang Xiaoming's expression had been astonishingly calm. Not even his eyes revealed the slightest abnormality. It was hard to say whether he was composed or whether his psychological resilience was simply too strong.
"Report: it has been confirmed that Li Jun, Liu San, A Hong, Su Fan, and Xu Yiping all lost contact three minutes ago." An urgent report from a staff member broke the silence.
Cao Yanhua, who had been frowning as he smoked, trembled slightly upon hearing the news. His throat moved. After a moment of silence, he finally asked, "What is the situation at the scene?"
"There have been no changes."
The staff member's reply seemed to extinguish every last shred of hope.
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