"Hmm!" Lin Chuan nodded, then said, "I just came back, and ran into Xiao Xi on the way."

"I'm just preparing lunch, you guys go inside and rest for a while," Mrs. Lin said with a smile.

"Auntie, let me help you," Nuo Xiaoxi hurried forward to assist.

Mrs. Lin made room for Nuo Xiaoxi, and the two were busy cheerfully.

Lin Chuan lay down on the couch like a big boss and started watching the news.

Channel 13, International News.

The anchor, very serious and with a solemn expression, said, "We now break for some international news. Just a moment ago, a fierce gunbattle erupted in Sana, the capital of Yemen. Local militants clashed violently with government forces, which were outmatched and retreated to the temporary capital, Aden. Meanwhile, the international peacekeeping police patrolling Sana were caught in the turmoil, with over half of the United Nations peacekeepers killed on the spot, and dozens more abducted by local militants. The situation on the ground remains unclear…"

Lin Chuan was deeply shocked when he saw this news.

"How could this happen?" Lin Chuan was instantly dumbfounded.

Didn't Song Xiaojia go there to serve as an international peacekeeper? And wasn't she deployed in Yemen? How could such an incident happen all of a sudden? Lin Chuan panicked, pulled out his phone, and fumbled around only to realize he did not have Song Xiaojia's number. He was puzzled, wondering why he didn't have her number? The last time Song Xiaojia called, there was no caller ID displayed because it was a satellite phone, so there was no such thing as a number.

"What should I do now?" Lin Chuan was frantic.

At this point, it seemed he could only console himself, telling himself firmly that Song Xiaojia was fine, she must be fine. He continued to reassure himself like this, and finally, Lin Chuan's heart was somewhat comforted.

Jiang Province, Provincial Committee Compound.

Song Jianguo was extremely anxious, having just received news from the embassy that his daughter was now missing. The scope of this conflict was quite significant, and coincidentally, Song Xiaojia's patrol area was just at the site of this clash. Not only that, but the patrol squad Song Xiaojia was with had been out of contact up to now, so the embassy hoped Song Jianguo would prepare for the worst.

Upon hearing this, Song Jianguo was instantly stunned.

Mrs. Song, who was beside him, became even more anxious: "What do we do? What do we do?"

Song Jianguo silently smoked a cigarette and paced back and forth in the living room, anxious like an ant on a hot pan, almost at his wits' end. He was panicked and rushed, but constantly remained silent at home. Mrs. Song, rushed, cursed out loud, "Old Song, can't you hurry and say something? We only have one daughter, you can't just do nothing, can you? You are the Provincial Secretary after all, hurry and seek help from your classmates, friends."

"This is an international issue, who do I ask for help?" Song Jianguo glared at his wife and said, "You think I'm not anxious? I'm anxious too!"

"So are we just going to sit here anxiously?" Mrs. Song asked.

"Don't worry, I've already alerted our friends at the embassy in Yemen," Song Jianguo said. "As soon as there's any news, they'll notify us immediately."

Beep beep beep...

Suddenly, Song Jianguo's phone immediately rang.

Mrs. Song hurriedly jumped up from her seat. He quickly said, "The phone, the phone is ringing."

Song Jianguo hurriedly answered the phone.

Soon, a message came from the other end of the phone, saying, "Old Song, there's news."

"How is it?" Song Jianguo asked anxiously.

"Song Xiaojia is not injured, but she has been taken away by local militants, so..." the other person awkwardly said.

"Taken away?" Upon hearing this, Song Jianguo panicked: "How can this be? Quickly notify the local government forces to rescue her."

"Old Song, the government forces have collapsed now, local militants have taken over several cities, and if this continues, our embassy might even have to evacuate," the other person said urgently. "Now the government forces can't handle it, they've retreated to Aden, and our embassy has to move too. Saving people, we might have to ask the United Nations for help."

"Are those peacekeepers not going to do anything?" Song Jianguo asked anxiously.

"It's not that they don't want to help, it's that they can't cope," the other person said. "The situation is not favorable, but the United Nations should not stand idly by. Of course, if you really want to save your daughter, you... you might consider asking the chief for help."

"What do you mean?" Song Jianguo hurriedly asked.

"I've heard that there is a fearsome elite special forces unit in the country," the person whispered. "This unit is capable of performing the impossible. If you want to save your daughter, that's the only way. That's all I can do to help you."

After saying this, the person immediately hung up the phone.

Song Jianguo stood there dumbfounded, at that moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of the special forces. As a Provincial Secretary, he knew a thing or two about these matters, but usually, he wouldn't pay much attention to them since he belonged to the government sector, while the special forces were strictly military matters, accessible only at a certain level. Normally, he only heard rumors but never really knew whether these forces existed or not.

It is said that there is an elite military unit in our country, directly controlled by the Central Military Commission, with the chairman personally in charge. Of course, the vice-chairman also has the authority to dispatch them. However, for someone at the level of Song Jianguo, these matters are completely out of reach, and he can only grasp some rumors indirectly.

"Old Song, what's the situation?" Mrs. Song asked anxiously.

"The child was taken away by local militants." Song Jianguo took a deep drag of his cigarette, then slumped onto the sofa and said, "The government forces in Yemen are insufficient now, and the United Nations is afraid to send troops rashly. The power of the local militias is too strong, I'm afraid..."

"What?!" Mrs. Song cried out immediately and burst into tears: "What should we do? What should we do? My... my daughter..."

Mrs. Song cried bitterly, her crying making Song Jianguo feel utterly disheartened and even more irritable.

"Don't panic!" Song Jianguo hurriedly said: "It's not like we are out of options."

"What other options do we have?" Mrs. Song's crying stopped abruptly.

"Think of a solution." Song Jianguo took another deep drag of his cigarette, then said, "Old Li at the Yemen embassy told me that if we want to quickly rescue Xiao Jia, we must find a certain person."

"Who are we looking for?" Mrs. Song asked eagerly.

"A high-ranking officer." Song Jianguo squinted his eyes and said, "It's said that there is an elite military unit in our country that can save Xiao Jia."

"Then what are you waiting for, go now!" Mrs. Song shouted urgently.

"But..." Song Jianguo hesitated, saying conflictedly: "This matter... should be addressed to the military district leaders, but where do I find them?"

"There'll be a way!" Mrs. Song hurriedly said: "Even if it costs some money, it's worth it."

"Sigh, I'll figure something out!" Song Jianguo gritted his teeth, then walked out, taking his coat and mobile phone with him as he left.

"Wait, take the bank cards!" Mrs. Song said anxiously.

Song Jianguo stuffed things in his pockets as he walked out, simultaneously making calls to his secretary and assistant, and delegated his duties for the next few days to the deputy secretary, then boarded a plane to Beijing.

Upon arriving in Beijing, Song Jianguo immediately started pulling strings everywhere, looking for people, leveraging relationships...

He utilized almost every method available to him, and eventually, Song Jianguo met with the guard of the high-ranking officer.

Guard Liu, who was on leave, had been dragged to a hotel by friends. When he saw Song Jianguo, Guard Liu said in surprise, "Secretary Song, is that you?"

"Ah... yes, please, just call me Old Song," Song Jianguo eagerly grasped Guard Liu's hand and then walked towards the hotel.

Beijing, under the emperor's feet. Provincial officials from outside don't dare call themselves the top dogs, even when meeting ordinary officials within Beijing they must refer to themselves modestly as Xiao Liu, Xiao Li...etc. One only realizes the abundance of officials upon reaching Beijing, and the plethora of tycoons in places like Guangdong.

Upon entering the room, Song Jianguo quickly handed a big red packet to Guard Liu.

"Um... Secretary Song, you... what do you need from me?" Guard Liu looked at Song Jianguo with a wary face. At the foot of the emperor, giving a red packet openly is not a good thing. If not for his friend nearby, Guard Liu might have stormed out; this was just asking for trouble.

"Guard Liu, it's like this," a friend by the side laughed, "Secretary Song wants to meet with the high-ranking officer."

"Hmm?" Guard Liu was startled and said, "Meet the high-ranking officer?"

"Yes, Secretary Song's daughter was taken away by militants in Yemen." The man by the side sighed, saying, "Secretary Song only has that one daughter, so, he hopes to meet the high-ranking officer and wishes for the officer to deploy the Dark Soldier to rescue Song Xiaojia."

"That's not a good idea," Guard Liu hurriedly said, waving his hand, "Besides, as far as I know, the Dark Soldiers are already deployed globally on missions. There are no spare personnel."

"Really?" the man was instantly dumbfounded.

"Why would I lie to you!" Guard Liu said with a frown, "This is absolutely true, even if you find the high-ranking officer, there's very little chance he will help you. Once the Dark Soldiers are sent out, they cannot be recalled. Because... of course, it's classified."

Hearing this, Song Jianguo felt utterly weakened, a look of despair on his face: "It's over, it's over, my daughter!"

"Wait." Guard Liu suddenly paused, saying, "Secretary Song, are you from Jiang Province?"

"Yes." Song Jianguo nodded.

"Then... are you familiar with Jiangbei City?" Guard Liu asked curiously.

"Well... sort of." Song Jianguo nodded slightly, not understanding Guard Liu's point, and curiously asked, "Guard Liu, what... what do you mean?"

"Secretary Song, I am also disclosing this to you secretly because of Brother Li Niu!" Guard Liu looked solemnly at Song Jianguo, saying, "I hope what I'm about to tell you will not be spread by any means, otherwise... I could be facing execution."

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