"Alright, let's continue." After three minutes, Henry Grant had regained his composure. "Later, when all other methods were exhausted, our army had no choice but to deploy the new generation of ultimate single-soldier warriors—the 'Special Operations Team 7.'"

Everyone fell silent, waiting for the emergence of the second military powerhouse to surface after M Country...

"Special Operations Team 7 is the highest 'art of war' developed by Z Country over the past 20 years to meet the needs of the new era battlefield, with a people-oriented approach!" Henry Grant ordered someone to bring up a model wearing the full 'White Tiger' gear, standing as tall as 13.

"This is the full equipment of one of the snipers from Special Operations Team 7. The metal armor only protects the vital parts of the body, and combined with the new bulletproof combat suit, both defense and mobility are fully optimized. The holographic helmet for the head can serve as the soldier's best 'eyes' in any climate. As for the weapons, I won't go into detail here—after all, our country is at war. If you want to know the specific combat capabilities, you can ask the M Country mech pilot who was leased to TW. Now, it's time for reporters' questions."

Unable to hold back any longer, an M Country reporter was the first to stand up from his seat. "Minister, according to your statement, just one of our country's mechs entering Z Country's base resulted in 76 casualties. If Z Country's 'art of war' is really that formidable, why were there such heavy losses?"

Henry Grant replied calmly, "Reporter, we're talking about war here. Anything can happen on the battlefield. I remember back when your country was fighting in Vietnam, didn't many of your excellent soldiers fall at the hands of women and children who didn't even know how to use a gun? Of course, we would like to achieve the zero-casualty war your country proposed, but I'm already in my sixties—I can't be as naive as my grandson."

"You...!" The M Country reporter's face turned blue with anger.

"So, sir, do you think the real outcome of the battle is reasonable? Was it worth sacrificing 76 people just to let the M Country mech leave safely?" a short Asian reporter asked.

"May I ask your nationality?" Henry Grant looked at him seriously.

"I'm an R Country reporter stationed in Z Country," he replied proudly, not noticing the hostile looks around him.

"That's not it." Henry Grant straightened up. "The truth is, before any other soldiers joined the fight, our army used just one special operations sniper to severely damage two M Country mechs. That is what I call the ultimate single-soldier! Remember, that soldier is still alive and well on the TW battlefield."

Everyone was shocked. When M Country first announced their mechs, they claimed that no single soldier in the world could stand against them. But now, just one person from Z Country had severely damaged two M Country mechs. This was undoubtedly a slap in the face for Edward and the M Country president.

"Minister, I'm a reporter from E Country stationed in Z Country. You just said the attacker was only one mech, so how did it end up being two mechs severely damaged? Can you explain?" a female reporter asked.

"I was just about to clarify. At the time, our Special Operations Team 7 sniper had already severely damaged the mech attacking the base, when a rescue team composed of two other mechs arrived. One provided covering fire with a heavy cannon, while the other quickly rescued the now-paralyzed mech. After watching the footage of their perfect coordination, I have only one thing to say..." Henry Grant smiled and gave the female reporter a thumbs-up. "It was so smooth, as if they practiced rescue missions every day."

The reporters were once again amused by Henry Grant.

"Alright, alright, all of this is just your own account, Minister. Doesn't Z Country have an old saying, 'Words alone are no proof'?" The M Country reporter's face turned from blue to red.

"Looks like this M Country friend has done some research on our language. Wait a moment, let me show you something." With that, Henry Grant took out a palm-sized piece of white metal from under the podium.

"This is the shoulder armor from one of the mechs in the rescue team. I heard that when it was first found, there was still blood on it. I really wonder how badly your pilot was injured?"

The M Country reporter finally sat back down, speechless.

"That's all for today's press conference. There's a banquet coming up, and I hope everyone will attend. Our top chefs are just as outstanding as our soldiers—I guarantee you'll get a taste of Z Country's 5,000 years of culinary culture..." Henry Grant said with a smile as he stepped down from the podium. Although he had held countless press conferences in his life, only this time did he truly feel proud to be from Z Country.

At that moment, a quiet knock came from the meeting room door. David Clark turned off the projector, switched on the lights, and said, "Come in."

The one who pushed the door open was 24. 13 only glanced at her before turning his attention back to the now-empty screen.

"Sorry, Commander, I'm late," 24 reported calmly.

"It's alright. I heard you were sick, so get some more rest," David Clark said with concern.

"I'm fine now, Commander." 24's face flushed slightly; it seemed she still wasn't used to lying.

"As long as you're fine. Find a seat and let's continue," David Clark said absentmindedly, pointing to the seat next to 13. "Sit there."

"Yes..." 24 replied weakly, closing the door and turning off the lights. In the darkness, she quietly sat in front of 13, never once looking at him from beginning to end.

A strange sense of loss welled up in 13's heart.