?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng outside was rather puzzled. It seemed that the man didn't even realize he had survived the explosion unscathed. Didn't you guys make any communication efforts at all? Indeed, one of the people inside said, "Just look at this video yourself. The police reported that the explosion caused no casualties. Everyone in the vehicle escaped safely just before the blast, and the explosion only affected nearby buildings and parked vehicles." After watching the news footage, the person shook his head and said, "That's impossible. I left just before the rocket hit. At that time, I was only about one hundred meters away from the vehicle. Given the rocket's speed, only a few seconds were needed—enough time for the vehicle to have been in motion. How could anyone have escaped?" "But the fact is, that person survived!" "He's definitely right—this is a deliberate distraction by the police, designed to mislead us and draw us into incorrect judgments. Then they'll wait patiently, watching for our next move!" "The facts are what they are—the target is alive, and our mission has failed. Now we begin planning the second course of action. By the way, what about your weapons?" "I tossed them into a pond. If needed, I can retrieve them." From these conversations, it's clear that, aside from these three, there are no other members in the group. Now was the time to act—strike hard and eliminate them all. Both of them rushed in simultaneously, through the front and back doors. While Qin Feng was knocking out one of the suspects, Isabel had already taken care of the remaining two, though her movements were a touch slower than Qin's. The task of retrieving the poisoned teeth naturally fell to him. After a thorough search, it turned out that all three of them had two hollow teeth filled with poison—one clearly visible and the other hidden, likely to fool most people. The three were tied together with a single rope. Qin Feng picked up a bottle of water from the table and poured it over one of their heads. The man immediately woke up and, his first action, used his tongue to lick his teeth. Qin Feng pointed to the six poisoned teeth on the table beside him and said in Spanish, "Are you looking for them?" The man was taken aback, his spirits now visibly drained, as if his chance of suicide had vanished altogether—truly tragic. Isabel frowned slightly. When Qin the Young tied them up, she had noticed the tattoos on their wrists! A black double-winged angel. Given its pure black hue, it felt more like a devil than an angel. "Tell me," he said, "who sent you to kill me?" He snorted, adopting a look as if he'd just decided to slaughter him on the spot. Qin Feng slapped him across the face and barked, "I'm telling you to stop acting all heroic here—just speak the truth. Otherwise, I'll break every single bone in your body, one by one!" "Hahahaha, then go on and do it!" he replied, unfazed. Isabella gently pulled at his sleeve from behind, and the two moved a little farther away. She whispered, "If I'm not mistaken, they're from the Order of the Death Angels!" "The Death Angels," Qin the Young paused, recalling that the Order was one of the three renowned assassin groups, alongside the Death Island and the Blood Shadow Killers. Moreover, the Saint Angels' Enforcement Corps only killed those who deserved to die; they upheld the principle of rewarding the good and eliminating the evil, earning them a strong reputation in the assassin circles. The young officer, in a soft voice, said, "It's a recently emerged assassin organization, known for its relentless tactics—uncompromising in the execution of missions—very similar to the Blood Shadow Assassins. Their members are exceptionally tenacious; once injured or captured, they choose to end their own lives, refusing to reveal a single word about the organization." Wow, isn't that extreme? People typically compromise in order to survive—this is a universal sign of human weakness. Yet, someone who refuses to speak even at the moment of death is a rarity, one that only appears in China's wartime history. "Don't doubt my words," Isabel added, "even if you subject them to the full suite of the Qing Dynasty's ten most severe punishments—or even a hundred—none of them will confess. Moreover, three of them will never betray their comrades in front of their peers!" That means, isolated interrogations might yield results. "Then, why not extend a favor to my future father-in-law?" he smiled. "How are we selling this?" the beautiful officer asked, puzzled. "Hey, you'll find out soon enough," he grinned, pulling out his phone and dialing Zhou Mingchu's number. "Uncle Zhou, you're going to head straight to that XX location—I've already located where they're hiding. And remember, you must personally lead the team in and make it inside—don't forget to capture the footage. This is a golden opportunity for recognition!" Although Zhou Mingchu still felt a bit confused, he understood clearly and replied seriously, "I'll send people over right away. Don't worry, Xiao Feng—I'm going to make sure I seize this moment!" A fleet of police cars roared into action. Unusually, Zhou Mingchu didn't sit in the command vehicle—he joined several special police officers in a single car. With a deputy minister-level official like him, everyone seemed a bit awkward. Zhou Mingchu picked up the specially prepared gear and smiled. "I know I might sound a bit out of place, since I rarely wear full gear in my daily routine. But today, I'm ready to fight alongside you all. Are you all willing to join me and charge straight into the terrorists' stronghold?" "Absolutely!" several voices shouted. "Excellent!" He happily patted the shoulder of one of them. "Help me get dressed. By the way, does each of our helmets have a camera?" "Yes, sir. The footage from these cameras can be transmitted to the command vehicle." The special forces officer replied. That was perfect—after years of diligently serving as a deputy governor, this was finally his moment to shine. One and a half hours later, the vehicles arrived at the designated location. As the first wave, they were still a bit understaffed, with the main force still en route. "Listen up," he said firmly. "Time is of the essence—we must act immediately. Do you all have the confidence to capture the terrorists?" "Absolutely!" "A junior officer suggested, "Sir, shouldn't we wait for the main force to arrive before we move in? Right now, rushing in would definitely be risky!" Zhou Uncle's expression darkened. "By the time the main force arrives, the situation will have changed—what I just said, time is of the essence. To achieve our objective as quickly as possible, I'm personally leading the charge. Everyone is ready—listen to my commands!" The cameras on the officers' helmets had already been activated, capturing Zhou Uncle's passionate speech. These recordings will serve as the most direct evidence for commendations and awards. With a wave of his hand, he declared, "First squad takes the back entrance; second squad secures the perimeter wall; third squad joins me in the assault. Action begins now."