Alright, a refusal is just that, and Everson has always secretly maintained contact with Lin Chuan, hoping he would distance himself from the Chinese military. As long as Lin Chuan doesn't return to the military zone, then Everson feels the Dark Soldier poses no major threat to the United States.

However, the sudden news this time caught Everson by surprise.

"Everson, there's something that might shock you." A white man hurried into Everson's office.

Everson was drinking coffee while staring at his computer; the situation in the Middle East seemed quite unstable, so Everson's attention had been focused there. He had let his guard down regarding some matters in China.

"Oh? What is it?" Everson raised his head, his belly fat sinking downwards.

"Dark Wolf Lin Chuan has rejoined the ranks. Just yesterday afternoon, Beijing prepared a grand re-enlistment ceremony for him," the white man shrugged helplessly, adding, "So, I hope this matter catches your attention, Your Excellency."

"Snap!"

The coffee cup in Everson's hand fell and shattered into pieces on the floor. He stared and exclaimed, "Damn it, why am I only hearing about yesterday's news today? You... you're really an asshole!"

"Everson, I too only just received the news," the white man said helplessly, "I notified you the very moment I learned it. Don't be mad."

"Damn it." Everson, disregarding the shards underfoot, hurriedly opened his email and then sent an email out.

Soon after, Everson immediately grabbed his bag and rushed out.

Although the white man didn't understand why Everson was so anxious, he could empathize. Watching Everson rush away, he shrugged and said, "It seems the position of the head of the intelligence bureau isn't an easy one after all, Mr. Everson, I hope you manage it smoothly."

Everson headed straight for Washington; he wanted to report this matter directly to the President. This was no minor issue. It was with great difficulty and scheming that they had initially managed to drive Lin Chuan out of the Dark Soldier, and now, in less than two years, he had rejoined the Dark Soldier. This was no small matter.

Everson believed this issue demanded heightened alertness. The Dark Soldier, formidable in every direction, was no laughing matter.

When Everson reported this to the President's office, everyone inside immediately fell silent. The Commander of the North Pacific military district, a black man in crisp military uniform, said, "Mr. President, this is not good news; I think we need to take some action."

"What action?" Omama asked curiously.

"I haven't thought of it yet," the Commander said with a wry smile, "But Lin Chuan rejoining the ranks is a significant threat to us. At least in terms of special operations forces, only the Dark Soldier poses a threat to us worldwide. Other units pose no threat to us."

Omama thought for a moment and said, "Hmm. Indeed, but last time, it was more luck that helped us succeed in getting Lin Chuan out of the Dark Soldier. So, doing it again might not be so easy."

"There's always a way," Everson frowned.

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became tense.

Meanwhile, far away in the United Kingdom, the news of Lin Chuan rejoining also caught the attention of 10 Downing Street. Inside the Prime Minister's residence, members of the intelligence sector and the Prime Minister were intensely discussing the matter.

"I think we shouldn't heed the Americans' instigations."

"Right, I believe so too. At least our relationship with Lin Chuan is friendly, isn't it?"

Supporters of the friendly approach opened the discussion, each believing it unnecessary to cause a major stir over Lin Chuan's case, nor was there a need to try and drive a wedge between Lin Chuan and his teammates.

However, the hawkish personnel thought differently.

"Mr. Prime Minister," a man in a military uniform spoke seriously, "This matter is of great significance and must be thoroughly investigated. Lin Chuan's return to the Dark Soldier poses a great threat to us, to the European Union, and to the entire situation in the Middle East. I believe we ought to take some action against Lin Chuan."

"I agree," another man immediately nodded in support.

The hawkish personnel spoke up.

At that moment, the Prime Minister stood up, saying, "There's no need for debate at this time. I'll make a trip to Buckingham Palace. To discuss it with Her Majesty."

"A woman, what does she know about politics?" the man in the military uniform scoffed quietly.

At that moment, everyone's eyes turned sharply to the man in the military uniform, filled with dissatisfaction. Sensing his misstep, he quickly added, "Mr. Prime Minister, I think you are correct, it indeed warrants a thorough discussion with Her Majesty."

Buckingham Palace.

The Queen had just awoken from her afternoon nap. Now aged eighty-four, she is perhaps the longest-reigning queen in British history. Despite her advanced age, she appeared very energetic, taking a daily nap—an essential part of her longevity.

After waking up, Engles walked in and respectfully said, "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is waiting for you in the drawing room."

"Very well." The queen nodded slightly, and several maids stepped forward to help her tidy up her appearance.

Ten minutes later, the queen, dressed in luxurious attire, walked towards the nearby destination.

The drawing room. Blair had been waiting for a long time. Although he was waiting, he had never complained, but instead patiently sat there waiting. Having been in Buckingham Palace for so many years, he deeply understood that there was an unwritten rule in Buckingham Palace that the queen's afternoon nap was sacred, and even if something major happened, it absolutely should not be disturbed. Therefore, the Prime Minister could only wait quietly here, fortunately, the queen's afternoon nap always precisely ended at 2:30 PM. This had become her habit for many years, forming her biological clock.

"Your Majesty." The Prime Minister quickly stepped forward, took the queen's hand, bowed, and gently kissed the back of her hand.

"Prime Minister, what matter do you have for me?" the queen asked with a warm smile.

"Indeed, there is one matter I'd like to discuss with you." The Prime Minister immediately replied.

"Go ahead." The queen sipped a small cup of coffee, then set the cup aside. At this moment, the butler Engles brought over some fruit. The queen tasted a few slices.

"I just received news that Lin Chuan formally rejoined the Dark Soldier yesterday afternoon," the Prime Minister said as he took a seat beside her.

Upon hearing this, the queen asked in a very sharp voice, "What? How could this happen?"

"Well..." The Prime Minister clearly did not expect such a vehement reaction from the queen. He awkwardly said, "Your Majesty, how do you view this matter?"

"Lin Chuan..." the queen said, obviously disappointed, "He has still chosen to go back, sigh..."

"Your Majesty, what you're saying..." The Prime Minister looked at the queen, puzzled.

"Never mind!" the queen shook her head and said, "After all, he is a hero. I also know that the Americans have always been scheming behind the scenes, wanting to woo Lin Chuan, wishing they could have him for themselves. Over the years, I have been working hard, hoping to make Lin Chuan join us, to become one of us, but his heart has never wavered. He even returned my diamond card. Sigh..."

"Yes," the Prime Minister nodded and said, "Lin Chuan is a loyal warrior; he is a hero of our Great Britain. It is because of his loyalty, because he is a hero, that many countries, many forces want to woo Lin Chuan. Isn't that so?"

"Indeed!" the queen nodded, saying, "That's the contradiction for me. If he changed his nationality, perhaps he wouldn't be Lin Chuan anymore."

"So..." The Prime Minister looked at the queen, puzzled.

"Prime Minister, by rights, I should not involve myself in politics," the queen seriously said to the Prime Minister, "However, I still need to remind you a few things. Regarding Lin Chuan, we should maintain a friendly relationship. Since we've never offended him, why should we make an exception because of the Americans? It's better to have one more friend than one more enemy. At least for now, Lin Chuan bears us no ill will, right?"

"Yes!" The Prime Minister suddenly enlightened, with the queen's attitude, his task just became much easier, and he smiled and said, "You're right, it's better to have one more friend than one more enemy. I certainly won't let the Americans make us create a powerful enemy."

"You're very smart," the queen said with a smile, "Here are some fruits, would you like to share them with me? These are brought over from Sanya, China. Try a taste of China."

"It would be my honor," the Prime Minister bowed slightly.

......

Lin Chuan's return indeed caused a sensation around the world, and it also caused a stir along the northwest borders.

The Chen family found it unbelievable.

"Old Chen." A man in a suit rushed into a mansion.

"What's the matter?" Inside, a man in thin pajamas, with a sullen face and a hawk nose, who was the head of the Chen family, curiously asked, "What happened to make you this flustered?"

"It's terrible," the man in the suit said anxiously, "Lin Chuan has returned to the Dark Soldier."

"What?" the hawk-nosed man was startled and said, "How could this happen? Who approved this?"

"It was Chen Zhenguo," the man in the suit replied hurriedly.

"That old thing again." Hawk Nose exhaled a breath of foul air and said, "Damn, it's time to deal with this old man; otherwise, he will ruin my plans for revenge. Humph!"

The man in the suit narrowed his eyes and said, "Indeed, it's time to teach them a lesson."

"Hmm." Hawk Nose, smoking a jade pipe, sneered, "That old man Chen really doesn't know what's good for him."

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