Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 530  Special Team

The truth was out and the silence was silent, at least to Ashaku and Harvey, despite the constant noises from the many tents. No one in the General's team understood why the duo were suddenly heavily guarded, and the General had not also emerged to speak of the matter. As his superiors on the phone said, they must keep this matter under lock and key. As for the large size of 302 people for the special unit coming in, it won't raise eyebrows, since the General alone had come with 500 people at the start, though now there were just 357 of them alive. Many military forces belonging to other countries have also been losing people steadily. Everything was just so wrong. The special unit coming in is not from their country but from the East. The General was a little skeptical about this help from the East since the East also had their many forces stationed by the tomb too. "What are our superiors thinking?"

The General and Hitchcoff from Britannia didn't like this one bit but had to comply. Everything about this tomb is so wrong! .

Like that, the night passed as usual, with some stronghold forces briefly grieving over the loss of their comrades who never returned after heading down into the tomb. For those who didn't go and decided to pause all operations, they felt a heavy stone drop in their hearts, knowing they just dodged a bullet there. Who can truly look forward to dying when they have so many regrets in their hearts?

The next day, the General and Hitcoff teamed up with a few from the West and the East, and headed to the airport at once. Even the superiors didn't fully understand why this team was sent over.

But Old Gia had told some of his good friends who were overseeing the matters here, that he had a good reason for sending the special team over. He even said he, himself, would be coming along because the matter was that important. The way Old Gia spoke to them, they swore they felt the end of the world was coming. Could it be a natural disaster prediction, terrorist troubles, or man-made one? (?~?)

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Well, either way, his foreign friends trusted him and told their units here to ensure they followed Old Gia,'s instructions to the tee. These people knew Old Gia's character and knew he wouldn't be coming to Cygypt, just for greedy purposes.

There must be something of great importance, something of national security that made Old Gia move. They wanted to know what it was about. But Old Gia assured them that not long from now, they will know. After all, they are also going for the big, global Military competition that ranks all the world's military in one list. By then, they will know. With Old Gia's words, people who have never spoken with each other, now teamed up to go pick up this special team, and all of them were told the same thing. They must be respectful to this group no matter what. .

Vrmmm~

Several vehicles drove across the vast desert slopes at a steady pace. Looking at his watch, Hitchcoff reminded, "The flight lands at 11:45, Sir." "It's 07:15, " The General replied. "We should get there just in time." That was how far the tomb was from the city and its even further Airport. And depending on the traffic, they might all arrive a little late. But goddamn, they couldn't have driven any earlier than this. They had so many important matters to take care of, and reports to send over that were some by them, as a compilation of all other reports their subordinates handed in. It was amazing how even though they gave them this abrupt mission, they still required them to submit their reports and ensure other things were in order. It was like school all over again. Every teacher always thinks their subject is the most important. They will give you assignments upon assignments, and even give you monthly quizzes and suppose quizzes whenever they feel like it as if you're only taking their one course/subject for the semester. Like… Can they get a break, please? So you know how many other things they have going on right now? Like that, they pushed several things that they were supposed to be doing during this time of driving for later.

Sigh~... One of these days, it will be a sleepless night for them, with them making it up. That's why even if they came late, they didn't think it would be a big deal since the whole thing was just abruptly spilled to them not long ago. A team of 302. Do you know how much transportation they have to arrange for them? Even feeding and doing other budgeting for those 302 elite people was very annoying. Although Old Gia told their superiors not to worry about these things.,those superiors felt it would be inhuman if they didn't provide anything for these elite people coming in. They asked: will you be coming with baggage and supplies?

Old Gia replied: No. "And you don't want us to prepare tents, food and other supplies to sustain you all in the hot boiling desert?"

"No." n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

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Then at that point, are you still human? Since when did you, old Gia, grow so stingy? Old Gia's friends personally funded their tents and the food these elites would eat, making them run about Cygypt in a shopping spree last night at 10 PM in preparation for these people. Well, that was how things got to this point. Like that, time flew by in a blink of an eye, until soon, it was time for Dorian's land to land. The plane touched base and Old Gia instantly received a call from his buddy, apologizing that there would be a 52-minute delay before the General and the others got there. Old Gia relayed the news to Dorian, who wasn't worried. Well, wasn't this good? It would take another 15 minutes or so to deboard the plane, and with that creature roaming around, wasn't this the perfect opportunity to get more information about the Horseman?