"What, is that it?"
The very next second, Captain Gao Yun rushed to Qin Feng's side. He even fumbled around Qin Feng's wounds for a while, only to find that the wounds on Qin Feng's body were no longer bleeding. Some parts had even begun to scab.
This...
Are they gods?
This is too amazing!
Captain Gao Yun continued to ask with an incredulous expression, "How did you do that?"
Qin Feng smiled slightly and said, "Captain, I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat."
He couldn't explain, but he could change the subject.
Hearing this, Captain Gao Yun suddenly remembered that he had been so focused on the rescue that he hadn't eaten at the scheduled time. It was better not to mention it, but now that it was brought up, he really felt a bit hungry. He nodded and then led Qin Feng directly towards the mess hall.
While eating in the mess hall, Captain Gao Yun asked twice more, but Qin Feng skillfully changed the subject each time, talking about other things.
Finally, Qin Feng could only sigh deeply and say, "This mission makes me deeply feel that only a strong country can have peace!"
Hearing Qin Feng's words, Captain Gao Yun couldn't help but look up at the bright moon rising over the sea. He echoed with deep empathy, "Indeed. Without a country, where would the people come from? Where would there be peace in the world? If our generation doesn't work hard, we'll be letting down the blood shed by our ancestors..."
Unlike Qin Feng's reflective mood, the other members of the Dark Night team and the opposing Thunder Strike team were still in a state of excitement.
Deng Zhenhua said with a smile while bandaging his wounds, "I have to say, this battle was quite satisfying. One shot took down a pirate. We sent all those wicked people to see the King of Hell."
He Chenguang also squinted his eyes and said, "Our ambush this time was excellent. The pirates' escape route was cut off, and they could only fall into the trap set by the boss. It was like catching a turtle in a jar, incredibly satisfying."
Lei Zhan also sneered, "The most satisfying part was the explosion just now. The scene was incredibly spectacular. Hundreds of pirates were wailing there. Damn it, they deserved it. When they harmed those crew members, they never thought they would die even more miserably."
"..."
The members of the Dark Night and Thunder Strike teams spoke one after another, continuously cursing the pirates.
As the Dark Night and Thunder Strike teams were sailing back on the warship, Jack and Ireland, who were watching the combat situation through satellites at a mysterious base far away, were completely stunned when the battle ended like this.
At this moment, the screen was still replaying the final explosion scene.
Boom!
Boom!
The loud explosions continued to emanate from a large display screen. When the explosions sounded, the entire screen was almost covered by thick smoke.
Swish!
Looking at the scene on the screen, Jack and Ireland, whose faces were already gray, turned completely black.
They had failed. Asilia Island was one of their biggest sources of income, and it was gone just like that!
Jack watched the screen with a bleeding heart.
It was important to note that the group stationed on Asilia Island was a team he had personally trained. However, the satellite images just transmitted showed that it was almost a complete annihilation. It was estimated that only the leaders knew to escape early, but those few people were useless to keep anyway.
A team of over five hundred people was rapidly slaughtered by a team of less than twenty people.
That's right, it was a slaughter.
This group of people possessed terrifying combat effectiveness and experience. Not only were their movements astonishing, but they were also skilled in camouflage, and crucially, their marksmanship was precise, hitting the target every single time.
How could they have lost so miserably?
Could it be any less miserable?
From the beginning to the end of the operation, if the other side hadn't revealed themselves, Jason wouldn't have been able to find them. How could they have lost so miserably?
Could it be any less miserable?
From the beginning to the end of the operation, if the other side hadn't revealed themselves, his own people wouldn't have been able to find them.
The organization he had built from scratch, every member of which could be considered an elite among soldiers, had been wiped out with almost no chance to fight back.
Why?
General Jack, who was in charge from behind, was enraged as he watched this scene. He clenched his fists tightly, so hard that veins bulged on his arms.
The next moment, Jack roared, "Impossible, this result is impossible. They were all elite retired special forces soldiers, each with extensive combat experience. How could they be taken down so easily?"
His own force of over five hundred men had been defeated by less than a dozen people from the other side.
Anger, humiliation, and unwillingness filled Jack's entire being.
Of course, Ireland felt the same heartache.
He had worked hard for so many years to build such a team, only to have them slaughtered like lambs?
That's right, it was exactly like slaughtering chickens, ducks, and geese, those domestic fowl, without any humanity.
Who were these ruthless people?
Ireland tried his best to control his emotions. After listening to Jack's words, he paused for a few seconds before sighing, "Impossible? But this is the fact, laid out before us, and we have to admit it."
"According to my assessment, the mission should be postponed. Unless we launch an intercontinental missile attack, with the strength of these people who have emerged, no matter how many we send, they will all die here."
Hiss!
Hearing Ireland's words, Jack's body suddenly trembled, and he shivered.
Ireland was right. These people were indeed strong. They might not be able to win in individual combat, but missile attacks couldn't be easily initiated.
Jack nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and asked, "I agree, but I'm even more curious about what kind of unit this is. Although the people on Asilia Island retired several years ago, they have been fighting on the island all this time, and their strength hasn't declined. To put it bluntly, many small countries' government armies wouldn't dare to confront them."
"But these people were so easily eliminated, this elite force of over five hundred men, and crucially, the other side only sent a mere dozen or so people. The numbers are severely unequal! Such a situation, and they were still defeated, what does this indicate?"
Jack paused as he spoke, then continued with a solemn expression, "It can only indicate that these people are extremely powerful, far exceeding special forces, even more than twice as strong as special forces."
"They are more terrifying than devils. This is the legendary devil unit..."
Ireland fell silent.
That's right, they were indeed terrifying. Without more than twice the strength of special forces, they wouldn't have been left without a chance to retaliate.
After a few seconds, Ireland nodded and said, "Jack, you are right. These people indeed possess strong military literacy and combat qualities, and among them, there is a commander with extremely high strategic intelligence."
"Their operational arrangements were almost flawless, interlinked, and each phase was extremely tight."
"These people on the battlefield were like fighting machines, crushing everything as they advanced. The other group was completely unable to resist. What unit are they from, and why are they so powerful?"