192: live

"Clear the battlefield, see if there are any survivors."

Just then, a voice, calm to the point of being cold, broke the suffocating silence.

It was Shi Tou.

His face, blackened by gunpowder smoke, bore no unnecessary expression. For a veteran like him, such scenes were likely something he had long grown accustomed to.

He motioned to two team members, and the three of them, rifles at the ready, moved with tactical steps through the narrow safe passage in the middle of the minefield toward the messy battlefield.

The smell of blood permeating the air was enough to make one vomit on the spot.

Most of the militants had been blown to pieces during the first round of high-explosive shell coverage.

The few lucky ones who weren't directly hit were torn apart by subsequent shelling and flying shrapnel.

The scene was too gruesome to behold.

Lin Feng and Wang Dalong exchanged a glance and followed them.

"Captain, over here! There's one still alive!"

Soon, a team member made a discovery under an SUV that had been blown upside down.

Several people immediately gathered around.

It was a similarly burly man, pinned tightly by the deformed car body. His two legs were twisted at a bizarre angle, and blood continuously seeped from beneath him, staining a large patch of the sandy ground a dark red.

His chest was still rising and falling weakly, proving he still had a breath left, but everyone could see he wouldn't live much longer.

Lin Feng walked over and slowly crouched down in front of the man.

He said nothing, merely staring calmly at the dying man.

The survivor struggled to lift his head. When his bloodshot, cloudy eyes saw Lin Feng's distinct Eastern face, a flash of deep confusion first crossed them.

Immediately after, that confusion turned into overwhelming malice and hatred!

"Ketzer... Ihr... habt den heiligen Ort entweiht..."

(Heretics... You... have defiled the sacred place...)

Using the last of his strength, he squeezed an indistinct German curse from deep within his throat.

"Damn, he's quite the tough guy."

Shi Tou didn't understand German, but he could feel the resentment.

He took a step forward, and the heel of his military boot pressed mercilessly onto the man's bloody thigh wound.

*Squelch!*

"Ah—!"

The intense pain caused the man to let out an uncontrollable muffled groan, and his body began to twitch violently.

"Speak! Who are you? Who sent you? Why did you attack us?" Shi Tou looked down at him, his voice cold as ice.

The man's face was covered in cold sweat from the pain, his teeth gritting together. His eyes glared at them fixedly, but his lips were pressed into a thin line, refusing to utter a single word.

He was a tough nut to crack.

Looking at his posture of preferring death over submission, Lin Feng suddenly smiled.

He also spoke slowly in articulate German, even carrying a bit of a Berlin accent:

"Eure Vorfahren waren die ‘Ehren-Erben’, die damals zurückgelassen wurden, um die Basis zu bewachen, richtig?"

(Your ancestors were the 'Honorary Heirs' left behind back then to guard the base, right?)

"Honorary Heirs" (Ehren-Erben)!

When this term came out of Lin Feng's mouth, the man, who had been looking ferocious and ready to die heroically, had his pupils contract sharply.

How could he know?!

"It seems I guessed right."

Looking at the man's expression, which looked as if his soul had been scared out of him, the last trace of doubt in Lin Feng's heart was answered.

He continued in German, unhurriedly stating a cruel fact:

"You stayed here, waiting for the return orders of your so-called 'Empire.' And the result? You waited for eighty years, waited until the world changed, yet you received nothing."

Every one of Lin Feng's words struck heavily against the man's heart.

The man's breathing became incredibly rapid, his chest heaving violently. The malice and pride in his eyes disappeared completely, replaced by endless terror.

This Easterner not only knew their secret identity but had even analyzed their eighty-year mental journey with complete clarity!

Who... who exactly was he?!

"Du... Wer zum Teufel bist du?!"

(You... Who the hell are you?!)

He finally broke down, roaring in a hoarse voice.

"Haven't you already checked my information? Do you need to ask again?" Lin Feng asked back indifferently, his face showing no emotion.

This question instantly silenced the man.

Indeed, before the operation, they had used certain channels to check the basic information of this Easterner.

But looking at it now, that information was not accurate at all!

"One last question."

Lin Feng leaned forward slightly, staring into his eyes, his voice lowering accordingly.

"Are you still in contact with the side in Argentina?"

Argentina!

Hearing these words, the man's expression changed drastically.

If the term 'Honorary Heirs' had merely shocked him, then the name 'Argentina' had completely destroyed his last line of psychological defense!

He stared fixedly at Lin Feng. Within a few seconds, the terror in his eyes rapidly transformed into a bizarre, fanatical excitement!

"Ha... Haha... Hahahaha!"

The man suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, his voice hoarse and crazed, echoing across the empty sand and sending chills down one's spine.

"Ihr werdet sie niemals finden! Niemals! Der Wille des Führers... wird in der Neuen Welt ewig leben! Das Vierte Reich... wird zurückkehren!"

(You will never find them! Never! The Führer's will... will live forever in the New World! The Fourth Reich... will return!)

As he laughed, he suddenly went silent.

The man's neck stiffened, his body twitched violently, and black blood immediately seeped from the corner of his mouth.

His head slumped to the side, and he went completely still.

Poison hidden in his teeth.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Shi Tou cursed under his breath and kicked away a piece of charred metal nearby.

They had finally managed to catch a survivor, only for the lead to be cut off like this.

All clues pointed once again to nothingness.

However, Lin Feng merely stood up, unhurriedly brushing the dust off his hands, his face not even showing a ripple of emotion.

"It doesn't matter."

He calmly uttered those three words and then pulled out that black encrypted satellite phone.

The call was quickly connected.

"It's me."

Lin Feng's tone had no emotional fluctuations as he directly gave instructions to Lady Elizabeth's old butler on the other end of the line.

"Help me check the identities of a few people."

As he spoke, he pulled several IDs from the pockets of the relatively intact corpses on the ground, reporting the names and numbers on them one by one.

"Also..."

Lin Feng paused and looked up, his gaze crossing the mountain of corpses and sea of blood before him, casting toward the distant southwestern horizon.

"Prepare a plane to Buenos Aires."

"The sooner, the better."