He stared at Song Heping, his tone filled with doubt, with a hint of subtle probing.
This is indeed the most fragile link in the entire mad plan.
"Their ears..."
Song Heping's voice interrupted him flatly, as if stating a natural law already verified.
"Will become ornamental as soon as the operation begins."
He slightly tilted his head, his gaze directed towards the shadow-obscured corner behind the workbench, "Collins, let Mr. Shire see our strength."
In the corner, the screen of a military-grade rugged laptop lit up in response, with an eerie blue light instantly outlining the silhouette of a young man seated on a simple folding chair.
Collins' face appeared unusually pale under the screen's illumination, expressionless, with eyes so focused they seemed hollow.
His long fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, movements succinct and efficient, causing the screen to switch immediately.
