Alive we must see the person, dead we must see the body

Outside Fengjiang City, Bolton pulled out a chair for the bartender from far away, who rarely wore the intelligence department's military uniform, "So, we've been tricked?"

"Yes, the foreign affairs department has already retaliated with their own ruse, and now the remaining work is up to you and me." The tall and muscular bartender sat down, taking the cup from Bolton's hand, "In the past, I was always the one pouring drinks for others."

"Mmm, I remember when I went to the Silver Fox Tavern in Brunas, you were behind the bar, looking like a gang leader." Bolton turned around and grabbed his own cup from the table.

His command post was now set up inside a factory building on the outskirts of Fengjiang City, where fierce battles had erupted when it was occupied, and he could still pick bullets out of the bullet holes in the walls.