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The Humvee drove into the base. After passing through the sentry post and having their identities confirmed, the sentry waved his hand to signal them to enter. The engine roared inappropriately in the dusk. About a minute later, the Humvee stopped by the roadside, and I jumped out of the vehicle and rubbed my buttocks which felt a bit sore.

After expressing my gratitude, I walked into the leisure area, with Erika following behind me. She was a trainee in Courtyard B and the niece of Elsa. She looked quite similar to Elsa, with an eight-point resemblance. Originally, under Elsa's influence, she might have become a trainee in Courtyard A as well. However, her long white hair was so recognizable that she had no choice but to go to Courtyard B.

On my way back, I met Erika. She offered to give me a ride to the leisure area, on the condition that I treated her to dinner. As the name implies, the leisure area was located in the center of the Kreber Military Base. After receiving the "Full Takeover" instruction, some shops like cafes or KFCs had opened branches here.

Erika followed me into the shop, picked a table and sat down. She looked around, her sea-blue eyes opening and closing curiously. "What are you doing here?"

It was now dinner time. The peak consumption time in the leisure area would come half an hour later, but there were still quite a number of people choosing to have their dinner in the leisure area.

"Meeting someone," I waved my hand to call the waiter. "One latte, one cappuccino, and two fillet steaks, medium-well done."

The waiters here were of unknown background. I didn't know where the academy had recruited them from. Many of them were familiar faces from the commercial area.

"Is it a man or a woman?"

"A man. By the way, don't you have a mission tonight?"

"Yes," Erika pouted as if complaining. She had to transport a batch of supplies with Class Five two hours later. "It'll take three hours back and forth."

The distinctive sound of the "Black Hawk" helicopter rang out overhead. The roar of the propeller quickly approached and then moved away. Erika looked at me suspiciously. "Do you guys have a mission now?"

I was startled and quickly took out my cell phone at lightning speed. "Don't scare me!"

As I was sweating coldly and praying that nothing had gone wrong while opening my phone, the waiter beside us spoke up. "No, miss—"

"It was Class Two that had an accident."

A slightly retroflex English accent sounded, speaking rather quickly and interrupting the waiter. The newcomer was completely covered in a gray linen cloth, with only a pair of black eyes facing the outside world. The AK rifle, the same as that of the locals, had lost its original wooden stock, and the gun body was a bit chipped and looked rather shabby. Putting aside the cane that was a bit short for him, the newcomer casually sat down in the only vacant seat, snapped his fingers and said, "Waiter, one plate of spaghetti, one portion of French fries, and a cola with mustard flavor. Put it on his bill."

The waiter looked at me, with an inquiring look in his eyes. I nodded.

"Who are you?" Erika looked at him warily, moved her body closer to me, and reached her right hand towards the pistol on her waist. "How did you get in here?"

The newcomer continued talking to himself. "At three o'clock this afternoon, Johnny from Class Two and..."

The chill in Erika's eyes grew even stronger. I sighed. "Ye Fan, stop playing. Take off your hood."

"!?"

With Erika's exclamation, Ye Fan revealed his original appearance. His hair hung straight down to his shoulders. He had a delicate and handsome face, and his skin was as smooth as if it could be broken by a blow. At first glance, most people would definitely mistake him for a woman, but his Adam's apple constantly indicated his gender. With a smile on his face that was said to be inherited from his mother, Ye Fan switched to a standard London accent. "Hello, Miss Erika. Ye Fan from Group C4 of Courtyard C. Nice to meet you."

Ye Fan was from Yanjing, China. His androgynous dressing style made him popular among both men and women, which was also one of the important reasons why he could be admitted to Courtyard C. Courtyard A trained special operations personnel, while Courtyard C trained special intelligence personnel. Although there was only a one-letter difference between them, they were fundamentally very different. The relationship between them was somewhat similar to that between MI6 and SAS, SOC19.

Based on my understanding of Ye Fan, his AKM was produced by the original factory in the Ukrainian region. Don't underestimate this deliberately aged AKM. In Akria, its status among armed elements was just like that of the HK416A7 among special forces. This rifle was connected to Ye Fan's left hand in a special way. As long as there was an accident, Ye Fan could complete a series of actions from raising the gun, aiming, to firing in two seconds in one smooth motion. Meanwhile, there were also two loaded H&K MP5K submachine guns inside his loose robe as close-combat weapons, and two NSR reconnaissance daggers were stored on the inside of each of his cuffs.

There was a shiny Makarov pistol hanging on the outside of his waist, but in the invisible position inside, there was also an APX pocket pistol and a Colt revolver as the final line of defense.

If Erika got murderous intentions, I couldn't guarantee whether she would fall first or Ye Fan would. As Elsa's niece, she surely had some skills. But if there was a fight with Ye Fan at this distance, I would definitely be the one to die. I just realized that Ye Fan's cane was a disguised Winchester M1887, which fired 12-gauge shotgun shells and was nicknamed "The Governor".

"Come on, tell us," I took a sip of the latte served by the waiter.

"How does it feel to escape from the jaws of death?" Ye Fan asked me in return. "Is Luo Bing as beautiful as the rumors say? Is she as cold as rumored?"

"How do you know about this?" Erika looked at Ye Fan curiously.

"Of course," Ye Fan was rather proud. "As someone from Courtyard C, one has to master some intelligence-gathering skills. Two of the four beauties from the Chinese region in Courtyard A are already in 072. Why don't you work hard? By the way, beauty, as long as you have enough money, I can even get you Gu Xiaoyao's preferences... Wuwuwu..."

I pushed Ye Fan's face into the plate of spaghetti with one hand. "Don't make up things that don't exist. Let's talk about serious matters."

"OKOK." Ye Fan raised his head, with tomato sauce still on his face.

"Two steaks."

"Thank you." "Thank you."