A dozen minutes later.
THUD, THUD, THUD!
The bodies of the armed Rebel members collapsed to the ground, lifeless, their crimson blood staining the earth.
The tracking systems in the jeep convoy were destroyed by the accompanying Northwest Army hackers. Meanwhile, the logistics team's medics moved with brisk efficiency, bringing out medical equipment and healing agents to clean and bandage Chen Junhao's injuries.
"Inspector Chen, thank you," Chen Junhao said earnestly, his face full of gratitude as he looked at the approaching Lu Chao.
He was sitting beside a grounded hovercar, his left arm immobilized in a splint. The bone-deep wounds on his chest, abdomen, and thighs were wrapped tightly in layers of gauze.
"You are a member of our Northwest Army," Lu Chao said, shaking his head gently as he stopped in front of him. "No matter the circumstances, we never abandon our comrades."
