Rebirth: General, Don't Mess Around!

Ye Jian regarded Alice with caution. As a woman who infiltrated a scientist’s life as his wife and had a child with him, and could still report so calmly to her superiors about the scientist’s unusual behavior after having their child, such a woman must be enduring, calm, and strong-willed. Therefore, every question she asked was undoubtedly purposeful.

Asking how her own husband was doing... it sounded normal, but it wasn’t.

What she should be most concerned about at the moment was the child who had never been by her side. As for her husband, the scientist who was placed under house arrest by her country, she should be the clearest about whether he was doing well or not.

The clever Alice, having heard Ye Jian’s response, realized she couldn’t get any information from her, so she stopped asking and sat quietly on the bed, waiting for the Chinese side to act.

There had been no movement from Xia Jinyuan’s end, and Ye Jian slightly adjusted the volume of her earpiece, her lips pressing together faintly, her expression growing somewhat grave.

She had no idea how things were on his end or whether he had dealt with the problem of Noah.

The G3 standing behind the door had also been attentive to the noises outside. After waiting about ten minutes or so, he lightly opened the door to check, but the pitch-black corridor was devoid of even a ghostly shadow, no sign of Cyril’s men or the disguised hotel staff.

After closing the door, G3 walked over to Ye Jian and whispered, ”No one’s outside; they’ve all retreated.”

They’ve all retreated?

Ye Jian raised her eyes, ”Is the crisis resolved?”

”Unclear, but their withdrawal is good news for us,” G3’s tense expression eased a bit, ”We wait for news.”

Now each on their own, all having separated, operatives four, five, and six each had their comrades. Apart from Xia Jinyuan, who had cut off communication, the other comrades would contact them if anything happened.

Z7’s voice came through, ”Don’t worry, brothers, there’s a major situation outside the hotel.”

”Spit it out quick,” T6 said in a suppressed voice. ”There’s not a ghost in sight here, they’ve all cleared out.”

After saying this, T6 turned back to look at the family of three standing inside the room, who had been curiously staring at him, and he sighed sadly, his voice even tighter, ”This room is occupied by a family of three, Chinese people, and now the three of them are still staring at me, I’m about to go weak at the knees.”

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Ye Jian held back her laughter; she was lucky to have encountered her country’s people.

”They’ve even called the embassy; we should be able to leave tonight,” T6 had just finished when the child, hugging their father’s neck, spoke up in a crisp voice, ”Daddy, is the uncle who’s protecting us going to leave soon?”

”The police are here, the military is here; Cyril must be pulling out,” Z7 said in a low voice, keeping watch outside. ”Just wait a bit longer, King Q; White Crane is dealing with Noah. Once they take care of business, it won’t take us long to evacuate.”

So it was dealing with Noah, Ye Jian let out a quiet breath, and T6, who was sweating bullets while staying with the family of three, silently wiped his forehead. They really were about to leave.

The child’s intuition could sometimes be terrifyingly sharp; T6 didn’t make a sound anymore.

Time passed extremely slowly, so slow it seemed to have stopped altogether, and the hotel, with its electrical systems sabotaged, remained pitch-dark. The only difference was that the Molaban police had finally arrived at the hotel entrance.

They really didn’t want to come, but when foreigners living in the hotel sought help from their respective country’s embassies, several embassies immediately called the presidential office and startled the president. The police had no choice but to intervene despite their reluctance.

Fortunately, Mr. President sent the military, and it was no longer the police facing Cyril.