Hearing this, Elder Qin couldn't help but think of his grandson's past. Even though everyone thought he was born for the army, he couldn't help it...
He had more than one responsibility.
After a long silence, Elder Qin sighed and said nothing.
The other party sensed that there was a story behind it and did not press further.
Qin Ningyi got what he wanted and said goodbye to Stosnov.
"Who are you? Lone Wolf?" Stosnov's head was covered in sweat. He looked at Qin Ningyi, his eyes no longer hiding his emotions.
He couldn't hide them anyway.
He was just surprised that this man was so sharp. During their conversation, he felt exhausted despite sitting there.
The only person he knew who possessed such ability was Lone Wolf.
"Lone Wolf?" Qin Ningyi's foot, which was about to step out the door, stopped. He turned back to Stosnov, repeating the two words.
After the name ran through his mind, Qin Ningyi retreated.
"Let's talk more."
It wasn't for any other reason, just that he found the codename somewhat special.
Stosnov's head was so tired he could barely think. Everything he knew, both tellable and un-tellable, had been extracted. He no longer struggled and told Qin Ningyi everything he knew.
"A special operations team from your China. I saw his file at the CAA. It was blank except for the name and codename, which were 'Lone Wolf.' However, that file was marked red and stored separately."
"What does red mean?"
Stosnov rubbed his head and said, "Red signifies danger on one hand, and death on the other."
"But generally, confirmed deaths are stored in a dedicated death list, rarely kept separately like this."
Qin Ningyi pondered, "So that's why you asked if I was Lone Wolf earlier."
Stosnov shook his head, clearly having doubts about Lone Wolf's life or death. But he affirmed one thing, "You can indeed be considered dangerous."
"Thank you for the compliment." Qin Ningyi left the room where Stosnov was being held after this perfunctory remark.
Stosnov sat down with a sigh of relief, stared at the history book in front of him, and picked it up with a bitter smile. He looked at the story he had just read. "The Chinese have always been so formidable."
Meanwhile, Qin Ningyi went to the monitoring room and handed over all the information he had gathered to Elder Qin.
Everyone gathered around. Some of the younger ones, unfamiliar with Qin Ningyi, looked on with suspicion. "Can we be sure this is true? We've interrogated them before, and the results were similar."
"This is the real situation." Qin Ningyi turned to the man and answered his question politely and with proper upbringing.
The minister who had asked Elder Qin for the person earlier did not have Qin Ningyi's good temper. "What are you doubting? You're just an amateur. You might not understand the game that just played out, but that doesn't mean others don't. Don't embarrass yourself by speaking!"
"I..." The man tried to say more, but his superior tugged his sleeve.
The superior smiled, "Of course, we believe in Young Qin's abilities. Don't take it to heart."
Minister Zeng's deputy came over to look at the information they needed. "Young Qin, this is practically mind-reading! You got everything! Thank you, thank you!"
"It's my duty." Elder Qin's face beamed with pride. "He's also a soldier. This is what he should do. Don't be so polite with him."
The deputy nodded in agreement and then asked, "Can I make a copy of this information to take? Minister Zeng and the others are waiting."
"Aren't your aces coming?" Grandpa Zou asked, patting his shoulder.
His granddaughter, Zou Xiaoxiao, was in mechanical engineering and spent a lot of time dealing with computer code, which made him pay more attention to talents in this field.
He thought he would meet their ace, Minister Zeng's prized asset, today. But they weren't coming?
The deputy respectfully replied, "They are coming. Time is of the essence, so Minister Zeng is picking someone up, and I'm responsible for bringing the information. After all, our equipment is better there."
While his part was going smoothly, and he was leaving the SWAT team with several escorts carrying the information, Minister Zeng encountered a problem.
"Minister, is this the plane? This hidden symbol, it's correct, right..." The director, who came to pick up the person, looked at the plane, which had been parked for a long time without its cabin door opening, and finally couldn't help but ask.
Minister Zeng also found it strange. The matter was urgent, and Huo Rou should know. Knowing her personality, she should have disembarked immediately upon arrival.
"Why don't we go ask?" The director was also anxious. Stosnov couldn't stay in China indefinitely. Since Country A offered him asylum, keeping him in China was a potential threat.
Before he could take a step forward, the plane's cabin door finally opened. Huo Rou emerged, surrounded by a group of people.
"She's here." Minister Zeng looked at Huo Rou from afar, a smile appearing on his face.
He walked forward a few steps. In the strong wind, Huo Rou slowly descended.
When Huo Rou reached them, they finally noticed how pale her face was.
"What's wrong? Didn't sleep well?" Minister Zeng asked with concern.
Huo Rou frowned and, after a moment of recovery, forced a smile. "It's okay, I'm fine. Let's go."
Her identity was known to very few people. All the people Minister Zeng had brought with him today were acquaintances.
She greeted everyone she was very familiar with and walked towards the car. "Let's go quickly, there's no time to waste."
Zhao Wen followed behind, his face full of tension.
At this moment, everyone noticed the little boy Zhao Wen was holding.
"You brought a child on a mission?" The director looked at Zhao Wen with dissatisfaction. "Even though you're a director, you can't be so casual..."
The director and Zhao Wen had met before, so he spoke without much reservation.
Minister Zeng looked back at the child and felt an unusual sense of familiarity.
"When did you get married?" he asked Zhao Wen.
Faced with the questioning of two important figures, Zhao Wen didn't know how to answer. An An didn't look like him, so why were they so sure he was his child?
But this also meant they didn't know about An An's existence. Since Huo Rou hadn't said anything, would it be inappropriate for him to speak up?
Zhao Wen was in a dilemma and could only cast a pleading look at Huo Rou.
"This is my son, his name is An An." Huo Rou coughed lightly, her voice hoarse and weak.
An An then shifted his worried gaze from Huo Rou's face and greeted the old men.
"So, you were in seclusion all these years raising your child?"