K's Report

Late at night, eleven forty-seven.

Lin Feng leaned back in his study chair, a case study report on international offshore trust structures spread out in front of him, but he hadn't turned a page in a long time. The city's light pollution outside the window gave the night sky a dark purplish-red hue, and only a desk lamp was on in the room.

He was waiting for news from K.

Within the Deathsworn Network, a familiar fluctuation emanated from that exclusive, absolutely secretive connection—not an emergency alarm, but a notification that "there is an important situation requiring detailed explanation." It came from K.

Lin Feng put down the report and immersed his consciousness into that connection that only he could perceive.

"Mr. Lin." K's voice rang directly in his mind, calm and clear, no different from his usual work report, but Lin Feng could detect a hint of more caution than usual.

"I'm listening. K. How's the situation in northern Northern Myanmar?"

"Two aspects." K's voice was steady. "Let's start with the good news. I've basically gained the 'General's' trust. Now, I handle or monitor most of the funds flowing in and out of the park, as well as the money laundering routes. I've got the core of the operation."

Lin Feng hummed in agreement, waiting for the "but".

"But," K continued, his tone unchanged but his meaning direct, "The price is the loss of my freedom. Now I can't leave my designated area freely, someone always follows me when I go out, and my residence and workplace are being watched. That 'general'... he only trusts those he completely controls."

Lin Feng frowned. "How serious is it?"

"It's relatively safe for now; he needs me to manage that money. But given his personality, once I've helped him handle those large cash withdrawals, or when he feels I know too much and becomes a little uneasy..." K paused, "he might make me 'disappear unexpectedly.'"

The study was quiet. The glow of the desk lamp cast a soft shadow on Lin Feng's face.

"Do you have a way to get out of here on your own?" Lin Feng asked.

"It's difficult," K answered objectively. "The conventional method has a very low success rate and is prone to alerting the enemy. I'm like an abacus locked in a safe—valuable, but also closely guarded. Someone needs to come from the outside to unlock it, but we can't alert the guards."

Lin Feng was silent for a few seconds. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.

Money? A few days ago, that Ponzi scheme in Northern Myanmar would indeed have been a tempting target. But now...

Deep within his consciousness, the mark representing the "Golden Sun" seemed to radiate an invisible, heavy heat. After summoning that being, the standards by which he measured many things changed imperceptibly. With the backing of a nation-level power, even in a relatively closed country, money—at least in the numerical sense—suddenly seemed to become something... less important.

Moreover, some fragments of memories synchronized from Golden Sun made him aware of the existence of some more "hard currency." In comparison, although the money in the telecom fraud park was considerable, the trouble and risks involved seemed to outweigh the gains.

He no longer cared about the money.

He cares about K.

K was his earliest core assassin, his eyes and ears, and the technological cornerstone that enabled the Deathsworn Network to function smoothly. Losing K is not just a simple loss of a top hacker.

Moreover, K was someone he sent out. Now that K is imprisoned, he must bring him back safely.

"I understand," Lin Feng said to K in his mind. "Stay calm, everything as usual, don't do anything unusual. Wait for my message."

"Understood." K's response was concise and to the point, immediately ending the detailed discussion and leaving only a faint signal indicating "online readiness."

Lin Feng sat in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest. Using Wei Guanglin? Inappropriate. That was a force within the domestic system, unable to reach Northern Myanmar, and the nature of the operation was completely wrong. Other assassins? Ordinary assassins would be ill-equipped to handle a warlord's stronghold.

The answer is obvious.

He took a deep breath, focused his mind, and actively triggered the connection with that special being. The feeling was different from contacting K or Wei Guanglin; it was more like dialing a highly confidential private line with an extremely heavy signal.

A few seconds later, the connection was established.

"It's me," Lin Feng conveyed through his consciousness.

"Please speak." The "voice" from the other end had a unique, calm, and authoritative quality; it was Golden Sun. Without any preamble, he got straight to the point.

"I need your help with something." Lin Feng didn't beat around the bush. "I have a very important person trapped in a telecom fraud industrial park in Northern Myanmar, deprived of his freedom. I need to get him out safely. I'll send you the location and the basic information I have now."

The relevant coordinate information and the overview of the park's armed forces and guards in K's report were compiled by Lin Feng into a concise mental package and transmitted over.

There was a moment of silence on Golden Sun's end, as if he were quickly reviewing and evaluating the information. Then, his "voice" rang out again, calm, but with an undeniable certainty:

"It can be handled. It will take some time to gather the right personnel and carry out necessary camouflage. Within seventy-two hours, the personnel will arrive at the perimeter of the target area and complete the initial infiltration."

There were no questions asked, no conditions were discussed, and no extra emotions were expressed regarding the existence of the "telecom fraud park." Instead, a clear timeframe was given, as if a tactical mission had been assigned to resolve.

"Okay." Lin Feng didn't say much more. "The target's code name is K. I'll let him know someone will be there to meet him. The specific operation might require a code word that you confirm internally."

"Okay. I will provide you with a one-time identification code and confirmation process shortly, which you will then pass on to the target. The operational details will be decided by the on-site commander based on the situation, with concealment, efficiency, and ensuring the target's safety as the top priorities."

"Thank you for your help."

"It's my duty." Golden Sun's response remained calm, and then the connection was abruptly cut off, like hanging up an important confidential phone call.

Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes. Everything in the study was as before, the light was dim, and the report was still spread out on the table.

But just now, a cross-border rescue operation targeting a certain den of evil was finalized in a brief exchange between the two "consciousnesses".

Seventy-two hours.

Lin Feng glanced at the time on his computer. So, about three days from now, or perhaps even earlier, that chaotic place would welcome a group of uninvited guests.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Now, all he could do was wait and trust the promises made by the man who had just become his loyal follower and held the power of a nation.

The study returned to silence.