My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2123 - 708: Old Qin’s Way of Calling Reinforcements (Part 3)
"Isn’t this asking for your help? Are there any talented young people in your recent batches? Lend me a few, I need them. Don’t overthink it, it’s a legitimate task from my department, consider it a secondment."
"Hmm? Talented? In which area are you referring?"
The voice on the other end immediately grew serious, he asked. Old Qin explained:
"In terms of command, specifically, staff specialization, assisting in developing and implementing operational plans. Due to work requirements, we need to form a simple staff department here. The work is quite unique, so it’s difficult to find people in the current active service, which makes the students on your side very suitable.
I need fifteen people.
Don’t ask about the task content, don’t ask about the target, and don’t ask for more details. Just get me the people, and I’ll give them temporary ranks. There will be someone to contact them specially."
"Is it this mysterious?"
The voice on the other end sounded a bit confused, he joked:
"Can’t you just come to me directly for this? The students are on vacation now, and the pandemic has everyone on edge. I’m free these days, and I’ve heard you’re selecting people, all very secretive.
I was puzzled, aren’t I your favorite soldier?
Have I fallen out of favor?"
"You? Forget it."
Old Qin smirked and said:
"You’re out of touch with the times... However, since I’m using your students, it’s not right to leave you out of it. Alright, I’ll send you an application form. Fill it out properly and wait for the news. I’ll send you the operational needs in a while.
A little heads-up, the task might seem a bit magical, but just take it as real.
Also, emphasize again, this is a national task!
No loose lips, you know the confidentiality rules.
Get the personnel gathered within three days, and the rest will be discussed after we go online.
Oh, take out the information on underground warfare and tunnel warfare and review it, you’ll use it for the task."
"Huh?"
This explanation left the other person bewildered, but Lord Qin didn’t explain further, exchanged a few pleasantries, and hung up the phone.
From the kitchen, an aroma was already wafting out. Old Qin rubbed his stomach, prepared to wheel himself over, but soon a message arrived on his phone. He glanced at it and raised an eyebrow.
It was a coded message.
Indicating that an external operation from his department had wrapped up and an important figure was returning to the country.
"Looks like I have to go out again."
Lord Qin sighed.
He was unsure how much longer his old body could hold up. When he thought of himself in Transylvania, able to jump around in his youthful days, he let out a sigh many players share.
Reality, truly, is a lousy game.
A few hours later, Loyal Brother, who just got off work and was enjoying soup made by his "yellow-faced" wife at home, received a phone call. He sighed, finished the soup in a few sips, and stood up to get dressed.
This puzzled his wife and son.
Going out at this hour?
"Task, don’t ask too much, I won’t be back tonight."
Loyal Brother, wearing a mask, hugged his wife, who, despite her usual nagging, cared deeply during critical moments. He also gave his son a few instructions before heading downstairs.
He waited for ten minutes at the community gate until a car arrived. When the door opened, several subordinates, his top commanders, were inside. Everyone looked exasperated and helpless about the sudden overtime, but they couldn’t help it—such was their profession.
Moreover, this time, it was different.
"These days, let your families know we’ll be staying at the ’Operations Group’ site for a few days."
Sitting in the backseat with Brother Prodigal and the tall Mustard Micro-fool squeezed together, Loyal Brother handed out cigarettes and said:
"Lord Qin is coming to check the situ himself, we better not let him catch any mistakes, or we’ll be in for a lecture." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
"Oh, the big boss is coming himself, isn’t this just like an online friend’s meetup?"
Mr. Zihui, driving, grinned, making everyone in the car laugh.
Well, given they played the same game, this truly was like an offline meeting.
The van carrying four big men sped through the nearly empty city streets and quietly entered the airport, now deserted due to the pandemic but bustling with personnel from various allied departments.
Before long, a stretcher being escorted was pushed into the hall.
Loyal Brother quickly stepped forward, glanced at the girl, who had become so thin and frail on the stretcher, and gently patted her cheek as she lay sleeping.
Waiting for the masked girl to open her eyes in confusion, he softly greeted her:
"Welcome home, Cement."
"Mmm..."
Hearing the familiar greeting in her mother tongue, Cement Sister, who had recently suffered so much, couldn’t hold back. Tears streamed down her face.
"Don’t cry, don’t cry, it’s all over, it’s okay now."
The tears caught Loyal Brother off guard. As he scrambled to wipe them away, the nurse accompanying scolded him, implying that this special patient was too weak for big emotional swings.
But it didn’t matter anymore.
Though the journey was turbulent, the outcome was good, and that meant everything was alright.
