On the tracked vehicle.
Medical soldiers and mechanical engineers were busily treating injured teammates.
Seeing the team leader hanging up the phone, the deputy sitting in the driver's seat immediately asked,
"What did the higher-ups say?"
His name was Song Changfeng, and familiar teammates called him Old Song. He had been working with the Beacon team for a long time.
Zheng Hao fell silent for a moment before replying.
"The original mission is canceled, the Investigation Department's containment plan group wants us to stand by near the crash site, and if the other party moves, to follow them, but not to act rashly to avoid gunfire..."
Everyone's faces changed slightly.
Old Song, cautious, asked,
"How close?"
"We'll have to decide for ourselves."
Hearing this, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
Except for Old Song.
Seeing that the captain had said no more, he anxiously continued to question,
"What about reinforcements?"
Zheng Hao looked out at the reed marshes.
