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"Liang!"

An officer in formal military attire stepped inside, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, snapping to attention with a crisp salute, his footsteps clacking sharply on the white porcelain tiles.

"Just now, there was a call; check for me where it came from. Oh, it's a satellite phone."

Seeing his own phone extended to him, this soldier seemed quite reluctant to take it—after all, it was the commander's personal phone, laden with countless secrets, how could he just rashly meddle with it?

Seeing him hesitate to take it, the Political Commissar placed the phone on the desk, then put on his reading glasses and buried his head in paperwork, "Go ahead and check boldly, and let me know once you have the details. No one will trouble you. Thanks for your hard work."

"Ah, it's no trouble at all."

With another crisp salute, the soldier left.

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