"Yes!"
After his subordinate left, he looked at the four of them, "The Ministry of Defense's Secretariat has just reached an agreement with the Public Security Department to dispatch us as the advance team to rescue the crew and passengers of the ill-fated AM649 flight. In two hours, the United States and Mexico's joint operations force will arrive at the scene to join us. Does anyone know the specifics about the hijackers and drug traffickers?"
"Thank God! Great!"
"Wait! Betty, what are you talking about? Why did the police suddenly leave?"
Riddle and Salih couldn't understand what they were saying. They could only judge by expressions and atmosphere. Seeing Gu Ji say something that displeased these federal police, who then left in large numbers, naturally made them worried to death.
Gu Ji ignored him and instead took out a phone belonging to a middle-aged lady with sunglasses from his pocket, showing the home screen.
