"Wouldn't you know how much money we made a month before joining The Ninth Bureau?"

Xu Feng was speechless after being retorted.

His previous monthly salary was just over ten thousand, indeed not much.

They had all joined The Ninth Bureau, following Minister Zhang around the country, battling everywhere.

Although it was tough and dangerous, Minister Zhang was truly willing to pay.

Every time, they left over a third of the earnings, which they then split.

To say the least, just during the stint in Lanbo, in just over a week, each of them got shares of millions in US Dollars.

If they retire safely, they would be financially free, never worrying about worldly troubles again.

Just throw money at the problem!

Since Xu Feng didn't argue back, lacking any captain's dignity, Yu Yao's grumbling alone seemed pointless.

Soon, the debate between them ceased.

Everyone's eyes turned toward Zhang Beixing's direction.

Zhang Beixing and Makely got into an MPV at the temporary command center, with heavily tinted windows, where seeing inside was impossible.

But from the front windshield, some vague silhouettes were visible.

Hardly visible, not to mention hearing what was being said inside.

"Do you think the Minister is conquering one place after another this time?"

"Should we complain to Siqi and Rourou when we return? Siqi called to check on me and Mengwei a couple of days ago."

Yu Yao looked towards the car and spoke casually.

Her light tone was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of the few male comrades around.

"What? Siqi checked on you? Why didn't you mention this before?"

Huang Hai experienced a pupil earthquake, looking at Yu Yao with slight horror.

Since leaving home, they've been out for nearly two months, and Yu Yao never hinted at this happening.

Who would have expected a traitor among them?

Spy!

Luckily, he's a bachelor; otherwise, it'd be truly terrifying.

Yu Yao glanced at him and sneered, "You don't have a girlfriend, why are you so tense? You can empathize with this."

"Well, Siqi never contacted me either, just during Lanbo, our Minister had that rumor with the blonde on the train, right?"

"Indeed women's intuition is scary; Siqi felt something was off from thousands of kilometers away back in Northern River and contacted me to act as her eyes and ears."

"She didn't ask much, just wanted to keep a watch on the Minister, lest he stays away for years and eventually brings back a mixed-race child."

"..."

Xu Feng and his group faced a twitching spasm at these words.

"Was the blonde Jennifer?"

"Who else could it be?"

Their conversation fell into a momentary silence.

Suddenly, the quiet Yin Mengwei spoke excitedly.

"I remember there's an emergency channel on the vehicle's communication device that's always open, used when signals go out. Is that channel always open with the mic 24/7?"

"!"

Yin Mengwei's words instantly shocked everyone awake.

Yes!

That's indeed the case.

Xu Feng protested, "No, stop this; eavesdropping on the Minister's conversation, are you guys done living?"

"The Minister's counter-surveillance skills are strong; if he discovers your eavesdropping, it could end very badly!"

Xu Feng tried to stop them.

But the team seemed uninterested in his warning.

They began tinkering with their devices.

Soon, a voice emerged from the communicator.

"Oh, that's how it is..."

This was Zhang Beixing's voice, audible in their headphones.

He sounded somewhat relieved, as if he'd suddenly figured things out.

"Then why didn't you just eliminate them? You hate them and still left them a chance?"

Makely's voice chimed in, "I'm not in the habit of killing, my work leaves me devoid of humanity enough already."

"Although my experiments often resulted in deaths, I always believed it was for human progress."

"It's different from killing intentionally; I've always controlled myself not to kill, fearing if I let go, there'll be no stopping, until humanity's lost."

Zhang Beixing nodded.

"Alright, I understand the situation, let your husband and that woman sort themselves out upstairs."

"But you agreed to go to Great Xia without backing out. The Ninth Bureau staff will safely escort you to Great Xia, where special arrangements await."

"Before I return home, you don't need to work, spend time with your family, relax, travel through Great Xia's famous landscapes. We won't restrict you as long as you're in contactable areas."

Zhang Beixing's words moved Makely.

But she sharply noted a query in Zhang Beixing's speech, "Minister Zhang doesn't plan to return to Great Xia? Not with us?"

"Or is this Ninth Bureau's Western Expedition not a joke, but a real assault from Eastern to Western Europe?"

Zhang Beixing chuckled, "There's indeed such a plan, but we have more important matters first."

"A friend in Wu Country was caught in our Lanbo operation's unforeseen calamity, now seriously injured. I must help him."

"Are the injuries serious?"

Makely understood, perceptions of Zhang Beixing elevated.

"Do you need my help? From what you've described, it sounds serious."

"Wu Country's prior medical standards were mediocre; many illnesses get treated to death there."

"Wealthy Wu citizens often seek foreign treatment for significant illnesses."

"Even more so after conflict, Wu Country's medical systems are in ruins, with medical talents forced into military roles."

"Your friend's condition, if severe, survival chances in Wu Country drop."

Makely's analysis forced Zhang Beixing to admit the truth.

Initially complicated injuries now exacerbated over days.

Zhang Beixing, previously busy, found the issue dire now.

"From what you say, do you have a solution?"

Makely nodded.

"Yes, DE Organization's human research isn't limited to combat strength analysis."

"For the injured or severely ill, whether injections can provide healing was studied."

"Eventually, it was proven that evolved medication not only enhances physical limits but can be used medicinally."

"One dose turns a normal person into an A-level Martial Artist, or even a Grandmaster."

"If it can boost combat prowess forcefully, it surely can save lives."

"Consider the injuries you described; if a Grandmaster suffers that, tied up, unable to move, without using hot weapons, can one truly suffer so miserably?"

Zhang Beixing contemplated, scratching his chin. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Makely's remarks seemed quite reasonable!