"Good afternoon."
"Afternoon, sir."
Walking past the security guards, Xiaoyun was at the command center. But rather than the usual meeting room, he was in the communication area.
Yiming and Houqin were sitting across from each other, seemingly discussing. No, debating in a heated argument.
Further down the room were ten different radio operator, wearing headphones with a massive map projection in front of them showing the area under their control.
"Ahem, I didn't come too late, did I?"
"You came just in time. Xiaoyun, you have to convince her we can't just keep letting the troops sit idly by."
As Yiming quickly dragged Xiaoyun into a seat, he instantly saw what they were debating over on the table.
It was a military operation—a draft proposal with three specific arrows aimed at Zhuhai, Macao, and Hong Kong.
"Commander, you need to talk some sense into him. There's no way we can afford the cost to launch an offensive into three cities at once."
