CHAPTER 327: CHAPTER 309: WHO EXACTLY ARE YOU? (REQUESTING SUBSCRIPTIONS AND MONTHLY VOTES!)

On a day like this, Amman fell into a kind of panic. After similar horrifying events occurred repeatedly, it finally saw the light of dawn.

The sun rose from the east, slowly dispelling the darkness.

In the slums of the lower area, Hua Qingyi and Miao Shaoqing waited through the night, but Xiao Lin never showed up. The patience of these two was on the verge of collapse. Miao Shaoqing was someone who could typically keep his cool, but at this moment, he paced back and forth in the cramped space. The room was kept very clean, everything neatly arranged. Xiao Lin had left nothing behind, except for a small tracker placed conspicuously.

"Where would he go?" This was the question Hua Qingyi asked multiple times. Neither of them were impulsive, understanding that acting without knowing the situation could plunge things into an awkward position.

"Wait!" Miao Shaoqing gave Hua Qingyi a simple answer.

In the casino, he had searched many times, not finding any signs left by Xiao Lin. Xiao Lin must have left in a rush, or had no choice but to leave or do something else.

Noise came from outside, with messy footsteps passing the door. Miao Shaoqing motioned Hua Qingyi to stay silent as he approached the door.

A group of people were discussing in the local language, with a few glancing around nervously. Police sirens could be heard calling out and passing by outside.

"They have weapons," Miao Shaoqing whispered to Hua Qingyi.

Through the crack in the door, Hua Qingyi recognized the newcomers. Despite their loose garments, gun shapes could vaguely be seen under their clothes.

Hua Qingyi glanced at Miao Shaoqing, who nodded in understanding. Quietly, they opened the door, slipping out to follow the group.

The slums occupied much of Amman’s area, and standing on the hillside, one would see a scene of elegant buildings and streets. From afar, it wasn’t hard to notice the connected white roofs. However, truly entering this area was bewildering, with roads intersecting, houses adjoining, forming an extensive maze.

Wandering Arabs lived here, without water, food, and the air always filled with a stench. Hua Qingyi couldn’t help but frown at such an environment. He had been standing there for a while and lost track due to unfamiliarity with the terrain.

Miao Shaoqing seemed accustomed to such surroundings, traversing each small path, following a shadow. His intuition told him these people were connected to the casino incident last night, and maybe he could learn something from them. At this point, for him and Hua Qingyi, they couldn’t afford to miss any chances.

After nearly crossing the entire slum, Miao Shaoqing stopped under a low wall, having left markers along the way. The group went in but never came out. He climbed onto a nearby dwelling, leaping over rooftops into the low wall, hiding in a dark corner.

This was a group of people of different ages and genders.

Here, women had fewer taboos. They could remove their headscarves, wash their faces, and speak like men. There was an air of victory on everyone’s face as they placed weapons on a big table indoors from under their loose robes. Then another group entered, carrying a few large boxes containing common medicines.

"How are things?" Hua Qingyi crouched behind Miao Shaoqing, who shook his head. There wasn’t much of a discovery; these were merely a self-organized anti-violence group.

"Wait a second!" Hua Qingyi seemed to notice something, crawling slowly towards the dwelling from behind Miao Shaoqing. The people inside were celebrating their haul, oblivious to the outside. Hua Qingyi took a thin needle from a large box, waving it at Miao Shaoqing, then climbed over the low wall and left.

"Left by the Military Doctor." There were many possibilities for this Silver Needle, but it indicated he wasn’t here.

A feeling hard to describe, Hua Qingyi wandered the streets. Xiao Lin wasn’t an irresponsible person. In previous tasks, he never acted so recklessly. Could it be because the Military Advisor wasn’t around?

Returning to the small, sunless room with a bit of resignation, Hua Qingyi felt like he was about to mold. Miao Shaoqing was a persistent person, believing he could find what he wanted. Hua Qingyi didn’t stop him, although at this moment, it was best not to have anyone drop out with such uncertainty ahead.

The mobile signal here was always weak. Hua Qingyi dialed a number, the vibrating ringtone echoing from somewhere. He couldn’t help cursing his own stupidity as disappointment outweighed expectation.

After leaving a message, Hua Qingyi could no longer endure the silence, choosing to return to his rightful place. Now, other than his trust in Xiao Lin, he had nothing else to consider.

At nine in the morning, a limousine slowly drove towards Queen’s Airport from the mountaintop, its dark windows preventing outsiders from peering in.

"You can come out now!" Chopin sat in the leather seat, eyes closed, a slight struggle evident on his weary face: "We are beyond Hassan’s range."

Xiao Lin crawled out from a pile of clothes in a box, face pale.

"Are you injured?" Chopin opened his eyes, glancing at him.

"It’s nothing major." The limousine had everything one might need and was very comfortable. Xiao Lin found a place to sit down.

"Hassan’s background is extensive; he’s not someone you can deal with," Chopin spoke leisurely after some time. If it were possible... but there are no ’ifs.’

"It’s not as simple as not wanting to anymore," Xiao Lin rubbed his forehead, "Let me off at the front."

"Military Doctor, who exactly are you?" Chopin suddenly asked.

"Just an ordinary doctor, a very ordinary one." Xiao Lin answered naturally.

Chopin smiled lightly and didn’t ask further. Everyone has their secrets, and knowing or not doesn’t make a big difference. In his hand was that metal box, just as Xiao Lin indicated, he didn’t probe further about the box. This remained only for now; the future events were unpredictable.

After the red light, the limousine headed towards its destination, albeit with one less person onboard.

Hua Qingyi thoroughly cleaned himself, removing the stench and sweat. The Pilot was inputting all the information on the computer, transmitting it back to Dragon Soul’s headquarters through special channels. He hesitated for a moment and chose not to report Xiao Lin’s disappearance. If disclosed, it could trigger a considerable uproar. If possible, he hoped Miao Shaoqing’s appearance might bring some surprises, at least preventing him from being completely at a loss. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com) with recommendation or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)