Lu Lirou was right. The reason why she used this harsh attitude was that she knew that her relationship with Wu Funing was equal. It was a wrong way to express sympathy for performing dangerous tasks or comfort like a friend.

However, this correct approach now made Wu Funing feel unhappy.

“…You’re right.”

Wu Funing had to grab the backpack with radio and other equipment, and then opened the door on the co-pilot's side.

"Funing?"

"I'm really sorry. But I... can't continue doing it for the time being."

"Wait, you..."

"Please continue to carry out the mission." Wu Funing left a sentence, walked out of the car and walked alone without looking back along the road covered with building debris and dust.

Of course, he had nowhere to go at this time. Lu Lirou shouted at him behind his back, but he turned a deaf ear.

Even if nothing really happens, it doesn’t matter. At this time, without the task of Kuishui Club, you don’t have to shoulder the fate of this city anymore.

In eastern India, about 3 hours have passed after they separated from Lu Lirou and Wu Funing.

During this period, Lee Dong-yao, who was a corporal, and another private, had checked the 11 possible places on the list where they might hide, but found nothing.

Lee Dong-yao and his teammates slowly drove through a high-rise area in the upper ring, which had many steep walls and narrow bends in the town on the slopes of Victoria.

"Let me drive."

Driving on a road like the border of his hometown, Li Dongyao recalled that he would attack passers-by almost every night. He kept asking himself, "Why do I want to make a business for such mercenaries in such a place?"

The answer is because he has no money, and in China, as the third child of a car repair shop owner, his financial conditions do not allow him to achieve his ideals, that is, he cannot become a driver.

Even more ironic, his talent seemed to prove that he was more suitable to be a soldier than to drive. He reluctantly joined the army, and when he reluctantly completed his training, a base chief selected him and wrote a letter of recommendation to the Air Force.

Later, due to some mistakes, his self was also involved in a secret military conflict. However, now he no longer cares about what happened next.

Lee Dongyao is still here, in this car, in this passenger seat.

"No, Corporal Li." Another team member reminded him on the side, "Don't be excited. If we alarm anything, we will be killed by the leader instead of the enemy."

"...I know, look, we're here."

They parked in front of a very tall apartment building, in front of it, an ideal parking lot that can accommodate a large mech, where infamous foreign merchants were allowed to do business.

"This is the ninth group and we are preparing to check area 28. If there is no contact in 15 minutes, please narrow down the search."

"The second group understands." Lu Lirou's short answer came from the radio. For some reason, Wu Funing did not answer immediately. He had heard that the karma fire appeared in Kowloon, but would there be something happening there?

"The command center received it, please be careful." That was Kanji's speech.

"Let's go, walk on tiptoe, man."

The darkness decided to make the sturgeon crawl along the coastal bed to approach the port. If they floated rashly to the depth of the periscope at this time, they might encounter the danger of colliding with merchant ships.

After detecting the seabed terrain through high-frequency sonar, they moved slowly, looking like a dancing whale. This action is not only time-consuming, but also very tiring; but it is much better than being discovered by a Southern Army patrol ship.

"Captain, there is a communication from the headquarters."

The intelligent brain system on the ship reminded her that after looking at the information, the situation was getting worse now.

The Indian army began to believe that the attack of Yehuo was planned by Dongba militants, and even pointed the finger at the Pakistani side.

Judging from the photos taken by the Aoi Shui Club spy satellite, it is obvious that this is no longer just a threat.

The Secretary-General of Pakistan's Foreign Affairs Department also appeared at a press conference to condemn India's actions. The Pakistani army also entered a state of combat readiness.

The Indian army has even set a time limit, which is 10 o'clock today. The Indian Ministry of Foreign Affairs said that due to the current situation, if the Pakistani army does not show sincerity to cease fire, no matter what happens afterwards, they will blame themselves.

In other words, the India-Pakistan war is about to break out again. In South Asia, many people will be involved in the war and die.

I looked at the clock. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. There were still six hours left.

"There is not enough time. This also means..."

Her opinion is right, there is really little time left. If they wait for another 8 hours, the Kuishui Club will capture the fire. And the reconnaissance of Lu Lirou's team and headquarters will take at least that much time.

What are the upper class of Kui Shui Club doing now? If they do not use their proud wisdom to convince both parties, what can they do with their own strength alone?

Thinking of the dark and distressed, she thought: the senior management of the Kuishui Club was likely to intend to put everything on her 20-year-old commander and 200 crew members.

"Contact Executive Headquarters. Route 3."

"Although the possibility is very small, there is still a risk of being detected using Line 3."

"I don't care. The fastest speed."

"Yes, Captain... There is information coming from Line 1. It is the 2nd Group." The smart voice prompted again.

This time it was a contact sent by India, which was very urgent.

"Check it for me."

"As for orders, ma'am."

It seems that it was a report from Lu Lirou's place of the incident, with a very strange message and the body found by Corporal Li Dongyao. Next, the Information Department team also found the same message in different places.

This time it was not on the corpse, but on the wall and the floor. The third line, the same message appeared in the third edition of the newspaper advertisement.

Reading somewhere in the code word, Miya raised his eyebrows.

"I want to know what this means? It doesn't sound like a threat... or a joke." The adjutant said.

Tessa had heard of this code before. It was four months ago, but there were two people around her who were involved in that area.

At this time, Shen Tao came back from the hangar.

"I'm back, Captain."

"It's time right, Major, please take a look at this first."

When Shen Tao saw the message displayed on the screen, his eyebrows became more and more frowned.

"What have you learned, Major Shen Tao."

...

In a small town in eastern India, a breeze blew by, rolling up the garbage on the ground.

This scene is really strange. Wu Funing thought silently.

There are countless signs and countless shops here. Usually this area may be full of shoppers and cars. It looks like it is desolate at this time.

Wu Funing had no plan. If his body was to attack the mecha, he would be willing to hand over control to someone else. Just like the white body, his existence is now a very unpleasant thing.

Now that he has abandoned his mission, he will no longer trust him next time.

When he thought of his companion's disappointed and contemptuous expression, his heart felt as uncomfortable as if it had fallen into his stomach. Even with the strong crossbow, he didn't think they would continue to rely on him.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to travel through Bangladesh from here to return to South China. As long as he still has money, he can reach the north or the west, and he will definitely pass by the war zone on the way.

There will definitely be countless opportunities to make money there. He can fight one war after another without any principles or excuses. Just like before he joined the underground palace, and then he will die like that day.

This sounds like a very tempting plan.

But in this case, what would his companions do?

The organizations he met before joining the underground palace often drank alcohol. They drank as if they were pouring water. They made loud noises, fought with others, and made a mess.

It doesn't seem to be very meaningful, but even so, it's a way of entertainment. That's what alcohol brings.

Wu Funing thought that drinking might try the way to enjoy drinking, but he thought so.

Here, a store was still open, and Wu Funing walked in. Most of the shelves were empty. Perhaps because of the commotion just now, the residents around him bought them all.

Wu Funing grabbed a bottle of alcoholic beverage and an English newspaper and walked to the cashier. When he paid the bill with 100 US dollars, the middle-aged female clerk glanced at him viciously and then asked him a handful of small receipts.

He walked to a small park a block away and opened the whiskey bottle.

Without hesitation, he took a big sip of wine. After a while, a strange feeling of discomfort came with the high temperature, as if his throat was burning. He choked immediately and coughed loudly.

The smell of alcohol is so terrible, why do everyone think it tastes good?

He threw the bottle into the trash can and opened the newspaper.

All the articles are about war, but of course. They don't know who is the culprit.

The Indians just listed a lot of information about mysterious enemies, just like doing stock business, and there is also annotation from military critics below. Frightened residents and retreating vehicles are congested on the highway. Economic shocks. Everything is so terrible.

Suddenly, Wu Funing's eyes stopped on a small advertisement.

This message is likely to refer to himself. Wu Funing realized that he is probably the only person in the world who knows the meaning.

It only takes 10 minutes to walk back to the mission location from here.

Wu Funing felt a little cloudy in his mind, and his vision became a little narrow. Maybe it was because he had just drunk alcohol.

He walked into a shop where tourists took photos and asked the clerk many questions.

"If you are looking for a street with many Arab shops, there is a place nearby," the clerk replied in very fluent English. Sosuke thanked him and walked towards it.

At the narrow entrance, there were many dark-skinned bearded people wandering around. They stared at Sosuke, but none of them came up to talk to him.

The block is full of small shops crowded together, and it is mainly a trading area, full of noise.

In contrast to the main streets, it is crowded. Many varied commodities - clothes, food, electronic products and game software - piled up on narrow aisles like usual. Pop music came from somewhere, people talking loudly and doing business, and people making noises about various things. It seems that this place is not affected by the threat of venom.
To be continued...