"Alright, order everyone to continue the investigation." The person called Captain pulled off his gloves.

"Yes, sir!"

"Captain! We've found a strange corpse!" another soldier reported.

"Let's go, take a look!"

They saw a charred corpse lying on the ground, clutching something in its arms.

"The deceased was burned to death instantly by the close-range explosion of a high-explosive incendiary bomb. Judging from the direction, he was probably blown off the top of the tank by the blast wave, but it seems like the body was protecting something important?"

"Turn it over!" Captain gave an order without hesitation—one he would not even have time to regret.

"Boom..." A huge explosion sounded, followed by a series of blasts. The military camp was completely wiped off the face of the earth.

13's mission was over...

Chapter Five: The "Angel" Descends

After making his report, 13 slowly pushed open the office door and quickly went to carry out the ambush mission. Only David Clark was left alone in the office, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"What have we really done?" David Clark sighed.

TB City Underground Base

"I want you to immediately launch an attack on the mainland army's base and tear David Clark to pieces!" TW President Brian Brooks shouted at a blonde girl.

"Mr. President, have you forgotten who you're talking to?" The girl wasn't angry; she continued sitting in the executive chair, peeling an apple.

A look of fear flashed in Brian Brooks's eyes. He quickly changed his tone and said, "Commander Annie, please forgive my momentary rudeness. It's just that David Clark's troops brutally slaughtered my soldiers, and I lost control."

The girl named Annie sighed inwardly, "As expected of the president—he really can change his face in an instant."

"I know that tonight David Clark's troops attacked one of your camps, but the loss of just over 800 men shouldn't be much for the 'talent-rich' TW army, right?" Annie said sarcastically.

"You don't understand, Commander! Later, I sent Beloved to lead a 200-man investigation team, but the cunning mainland army not only massacred over 800 of my soldiers, they also planted a massive bomb. My poor Beloved just like that..." At this point, Brian Brooks's eyes filled with tears.

"I see. As you people say, I hope you can restrain your grief, Mr. President. The dead cannot come back to life..." Annie was not fooled by this old fox's tears. "Commander! David Clark's attack on my troops wasn't just to strike at us, it was also a challenge to Country M for their repeated attacks on his transport units. Even if I swallow this insult, where does that leave the dignity of Country M?" Brian Brooks indignantly spoke up for others, as if he himself were a citizen of Country M.

"Mr. President, you're overthinking it. We can take care of Country M's reputation ourselves; you don't need to worry. If there's nothing else, you should head back early. This underground base is quite chilly, and staying too long might not be good for your health." Annie finally finished peeling her apple and began to admire it carefully, her gaze as if she were looking at a work of art. But little did she know that, in everyone's eyes, she herself was a dazzling treasure.

Even the seasoned Brian Brooks, who had played the field for decades, was utterly captivated by the expression of this young girl in her teens.

But a president is still a president. Brian Brooks quickly suppressed his lust. Seeing that kind words were useless, he decided to drop all pretenses. He slammed his hands on the wide desk. "Little girl, do you even know whose land you're standing on? Country M may be powerful, but even a rabbit will bite when cornered. At worst, I'll take care of you right now and blame it on the mainland army—Country M can't do anything to me!"

Annie stopped "admiring" the apple and turned her gaze to Brian Brooks.

Brian Brooks's hands began to tremble, cold sweat dripping down his face onto the desk. He was truly afraid, feeling as pitiful as a lamb being stalked by a lion. He wanted to say something to ease the tension, but he had no chance. Annie suddenly leapt from her seat, instantly pinning Brian Brooks to the ground, and stuffed the apple in her left hand into his deceitful mouth.

"Who do you think you are? Don't forget your place—you are nothing but a 'dog' of our country. I don't need a dog to tell me how to do things. As for David Clark, I'll take care of him. You don't need to worry, understand?" Annie wore a gentle smile, but to Brian Brooks on the ground, she was a terrifying woman.

"Now, go take a shower, watch some TV or something. If you dare to make any moves on your own..." Annie was still smiling at Brian Brooks, but her right hand suddenly stabbed a knife through the apple in his mouth. Brian Brooks jerked violently, realizing he wasn't hurt. The knife had stopped just at his throat—one inch further and...

"Alright, you can go now. Remember what I said." Annie stood up and returned to her seat, taking out a new knife and apple to peel.

It took Brian Brooks ten minutes to slowly get up from the floor. He said nothing and left the office.

"Ma'am, the report on the attack on the 3rd camp is out." After Brian Brooks left, a cold voice came from the dark corner of the office.

"Read it." Annie stopped what she was doing, reclined on the chair, and closed her eyes.