Han Xiao stared at the red-haired woman without flinching or avoiding her gaze.
The dagger stopped abruptly three centimeters from the carotid artery, the sudden change demonstrating powerful body control. A fierce glint flashed in the red-haired woman's eyes. "Why didn't you dodge?"
Why are you hiding?
"You think I wouldn't dare to stab you?"
"You can give it a try."
Han Xiao's expression remained unchanged. Underneath the red-haired woman's clothes, where he couldn't see, the Magnetically Controlled Extendable Armor had already climbed up to his collar, ready to protect his neck at any time, so he was fearless.
Moreover, the fact that the other party could swagger into the military camp meant they were likely a special agent of Hesla, so it was impossible for them to actually make a move. This was probably a test or a show of force. The fact that they chose him as their target made Han Xiao slightly displeased, and his gaze became more oppressive.
The red-haired woman suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, unsure of where the feeling came from. Composing herself, she coldly scoffed, "Wenna, Military Intelligence Department agent."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wenna suddenly felt something pressing against her lower abdomen. Looking down, she saw a large-caliber pistol pressed against her stomach.
At this moment, Han Xiao smiled and said, "Han Xiao."
Wow, that was fast! I didn't even see how he drew his gun!
Wenna's pupils contracted, and she put away her dagger. Han Xiao also put away his gun.
"I've got it."
Wenna turned and left.
Han Xiao narrowed his eyes, "The Hesla people are indeed unfriendly. I hope they don't hold me back..."
After walking a distance, Wenna breathed a slight sigh of relief, only to find cold sweat trickling down her temples and her expression turning somewhat serious.
That Stardragon agent gave her a feeling of... extreme danger!
Wenna returned to the Hesla agents' lounge, and Ye Fan asked with a smile, "Did you find anything?"
Wenna took a sip of water to moisten her dry throat and said in a low voice, "That guy named Han Xiao might be someone you don't want to mess with."
"Han Xiao?"
Based on the description of his appearance, Ye Fan recalled what had happened.
That guy had been keeping a low profile ever since he got off the bus; he only seemed to show a strange expression when his name and the book's name were mentioned.
"A strange person," Ye Fan concluded.
Han Xiao finished his cigarette, stubbed it out, and walked back to the lounge.
Qi Baijia looked over and suddenly asked, "Nothing happened, right?"
"Yes, I just saw a sow fall into the ditch."
Qi Baijia blushed and said, "Can you be serious for once?"
"That's all." Han Xiao picked at his ear. Since it was just a close call, he didn't want everyone to know. Firstly, it was for the sake of the mission, and secondly, he felt there was no need to act impulsively.
In his mind, enemies fall into three categories. The first is those who are driven by personal feelings or infringe upon his interests; the second is those who want to kill him or threaten his life; and the third is mortal enemies, involving not only hatred but also conflicts of interest. Germinal falls into this category. Faced with Germinal, the highest priority enemy, personal feelings must wait in the waiting queue.
Qi Baijia gave Han Xiao a deep look. He was sitting by the window, with a clear view of the door. He had witnessed the entire scene just now. Having experienced many missions, he knew that foreign agents would always test and demonstrate their strength. This was almost an unwritten rule. Agents were all proud and arrogant. Without demonstrating their strength, they had no voice, and complaining to their superiors would only invite ridicule.
A hint of approval flashed in Qi Baijia's eyes. He was very satisfied with Han Xiao's performance just now; Han Xiao hadn't lost his composure. He was also pleased that Han Xiao had kept the secret. He thought to himself, "This guy has excellent strength and a good overall perspective."
"They didn't fight?"
After listening to his adjutant's report, Kelt nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good, it seems those Stardragon know very well whose territory this is."
Soon it was time to depart. The group arrived at the border exit, where Ye Fan, along with Wenna and a dozen other special agents, were ready to go.
The first stop on the mission was a location far from the Crow Forest Town, where Hesla had an abandoned secret outpost, which served as a temporary base.
The vehicles assigned to the Thirteenth Bureau were transported by train; they were all normal off-road vehicles. Only Han Xiao's Big Black was different, as it rumbled off with his teammates.
He drove so smoothly and steadily that Li Yalin was so moved she almost cried. The other three teammates, squeezed into the driver's seat, were completely bewildered and couldn't understand why Li Yalin looked like she had just escaped death.
The journey took about half a day, with Hesla's convoy leading the way and the Thirteenth Bureau following behind.
Suddenly, the Hesla convoy accelerated, gradually widening the gap between the two sides. Seeing this, Di Susu and Ma Qingyang also sped up to catch up.
Only Han Xiao, driving his Big Black, lagged behind at a leisurely pace.
"Brother Xiao, let's hurry and catch up!" Lin Yao said anxiously.
Han Xiao gripped the steering wheel with one hand and rested the other on the car window, letting the wind blow through him. He said casually, "What's the point of chasing them? No matter how fast they run, they'll have to slow down and wait for me in a bit."
That's true...
Sizzle —Di Susu's laughter came through the radio, "Little Linlin, where did you go? Hurry up and catch up! Is Brother Han Xiao's driving skill lacking?"
"It wastes gas," Han Xiao said succinctly.
Di Susu was taken aback. This was the first time she had heard such a refreshing and unconventional excuse. Did secret agents really need to worry about fuel costs?
Ma Qingyang spoke into the communicator, "Old Zhang, this is a demonstration by the Hesla people, we can't show weakness!"
Zhang Wei thought for a few seconds, patted Han Xiao on the shoulder, and said, "Let's chase after them."
Li Yalin's face turned pale instantly, and she hurriedly grabbed Zhang Wei's sleeve, "No, Captain, this speed is just fine!"
"What are you afraid of?" Zhang Wei asked, puzzled.
"Captain, isn't it good to be alive?!" Li Yalin's voice trembled with a hint of sobbing.
Zhang Wei was completely bewildered and felt utterly confused.
"Really pursuing him?" Han Xiao raised an eyebrow.
"Really pursuing it." Zhang Wei nodded.
Han Xiao sighed and skillfully shifted gears. "Then you guys hold on tight."
Li Yalin looked terrified, gripping the car door handle tightly, her teeth chattering.
"You... you will all regret this."
In the afternoon, everyone arrived at their destination.
After everyone got off the bus, they all cast a mixture of fear, astonishment, and disbelief at the black heavy truck at the front. Thinking of what had just happened, they all shuddered.
As experienced agents, they had seen "S" shaped movement and "Z" shaped movement before, but this was the first time they had ever seen an "&" shaped movement! And they ran faster than anyone else!
This isn't drifting! This is practically taking off!
The truck driver drank fake alcohol!
Zhang Wei, Lin Yao, and Li Yalin stumbled out of the car, grabbed a tree, and vomited so badly that they felt dizzy and disoriented, wishing they could be reborn.
"Vomit--"
"I feel like I'm going to die, ugh--"
"I told you you'd regret it—"
Han Xiao got out of the car leisurely, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and said with a sidelong glance, "You guys told me to chase after them."
"You... you used to drive bumper cars?!"
Han Xiao curled his lip. Bumper cars? You underestimate me. I used to pilot mechs!
Lambert stepped out of the car with a steady gait, as if nothing had happened. Han Xiao's eyes lit up immediately. "See, there are still normal people out there."
Lambert wanted to say something to Han Xiao, but as soon as he opened his mouth, vomit poured out like a waterfall. Only after he had vomited completely did Lambert speak expressionlessly:
"If you touch the steering wheel again, I'm jumping out of the car."