"Medical team! Quick, over here!!!"

"Stretcher, stretcher, there's a critically injured person!!"

"Make way, keep the passage clear!!"

The staff at the temporary command post at the edge of the force field were the first to react, their piercing shouts cutting through the night sky.

"Here! Fenghuo Squad! Critically injured!" Qin Hui and Old Qiao, as if waking from a dream, hoarsely shouted, carefully placing the nearly unconscious Liu Zheng onto the approaching stretcher.

Qi Hao and Lv Chen quickly helped the staggering Fenghuo members and handed them over to the rushing medical staff.

White figures darted back and forth under the flashing red and blue police lights, swiftly and professionally.

"Hurry! Expand the temporary medical area! Move the guard line back! Clear out all unrelated personnel!!"

The on-site commander's shout was particularly clear amidst the chaos.

The few inflatable shelters originally used for rotation rest were quickly linked and expanded to form a relatively enclosed emergency processing area, blocking out curious eyes from the outside.

Construction vehicles roared to life, starting to move barriers, completely isolating this area.

The last conscious member of the Fenghuo Squad, before being carried away, struggled to look at Fang Qingyu standing at the entrance, his silhouette looking somewhat aloof in the interplay of light and shadow, his lips moving, voice weak yet filled with post-calamity gratitude: "Captain Fang... thank... thank you..."

Fang Qingyu merely nodded slightly, his figure still upright.

Only the violent rise and fall of his chest and the dirty blood on his face revealed the fierce battle he had just experienced.

Qin Hui and the others simply treated their scrapes and grime, gathering around.

They exchanged glances and from each other's battered faces saw the same fatigue, and a hint of relieved smiles.

Jiang Wei also silently walked to Fang Qingyu's side, her small hand gently tugging at his torn clothing, raising her pale face to look at him.

Fang Qingyu looked down, meeting those clear and calm eyes.

The tense corners of his mouth seemed to relax ever so slightly, and he reached out to rub her small head.

Watching the medical staff quickly handle the wounded, watching the logistics personnel nervously contacting teams from all directions, watching the distant city's bright neon flicker under the sleepless sky.

Prosperity and doom, separated by just a thin line.

Just moments ago, they were fighting desperately in a sea of bugs, and now they found themselves in this noisy yet peaceful human world.

The stark contrast stirred up an indescribable wave within Fang Qingyu's heart, but more predominately, a fatigue settled in after the dust had settled.

There wasn't much to say among them.

The trust built while overcoming the fear of life and death, charging out from the ground together, was already the heaviest meaning among them.

Otherwise, anyone else would call Fang Qingyu insane...

At this moment, a screeching brake sounded from afar, approaching swiftly!

Several black off-road vehicles with special Divine Management Bureau plates tore through the outer guard line like raging beasts, screeching to a halt at the edge of the temporary medical area!

The door of the leading vehicle slammed open, and Director Wu Yu's tall figure stepped out in one stride!

That weathered, scarred face was expressionless at this moment, only sharp hawk-like eyes swept the scene with an invisible heavy pressure.

His gaze immediately locked onto Fang Qingyu standing at the force field entrance, bloodied yet still standing tall like a spear, and the other squad members as well.

Seeing this, Wu Yu briskly walked forward.

Behind him followed several elite bodyguards and a tense secretary.

"Director Wu." Fang Qingyu nodded slightly, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"Good! Good! Good!" Wu Yu said 'good' three times.

He reached out and forcefully patted Fang Qingyu's shoulder, the force causing Fang Qingyu to sway slightly, but the gesture contained unabashed admiration and relieved gratitude.

He then scanned over Fang Qingyu's damaged, blood-stained combat uniform, speaking in a deep voice: "You've worked hard! This merit, the bureau will definitely remember; we will not let your efforts be in vain!"

He also scanned over Qin Hui, Old Qiao, and the others, seeing them alive despite their disheveled state, his tense jawline seemed to relax a bit.

"You are all fine! You didn't bring shame to Dragon Spine Camp!"

Fang Qingyu didn't waste words, he reached into the deepest part of his combat uniform, taking out the black metal intelligence device, stained with blood and with a cracked shell, and solemnly handed it over.

Wu Yu's eyes instantly became serious, reaching out with his calloused big hand, carefully taking the intelligence device.

"Fenghuo exchanged their lives for this, and Team Leader Lin... also got trapped inside."

Fang Qingyu's voice remained calm, but the weight of his words made Wu Yu's breath heavier.

Wu Yu took a deep breath, nodding heavily: "I understand."

He didn't say more, just once again firmly patted Fang Qingyu's shoulder.

Then, Wu Yu turned, sternly addressing the secretary and several high-level officials standing behind him: "Immediate! Top-level meeting! Notify all relevant department heads, analysis team, tactical deduction team, logistics support team, meet in the top floor operations room in 15 minutes! No mistakes! Also call all leaders of elite squads that can be mobilized! Quick!"

After doing all this, Wu Yu refocused his gaze on Fang Qingyu's face, with a hint of inquiry: "Captain Fang, will you participate in the upcoming operations meeting?"

With the Divine Armament, Fang Qingyu is certainly powerful enough to hold a position within the Divine Management Bureau, not to mention the great service he just rendered.

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