Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1338 - 1388: Special Forces Assault

"Boom!"

A rocket-propelled grenade streaked through the air, flames trailing behind it, and slammed directly into the tent. The distance was so close that no one could see what was happening before the tent was obliterated into pieces. Hidden among the bamboo grove, over twenty men charged towards the former position of the tent. It was clear from their numbers—this was an entire platoon.

The tent was simplistic. The rocket’s explosion not only shredded it but also incinerated the fabric in an instant. Yet, curiously, the ground revealed no corpses or remnants of flesh. This discovery caused the advancing men to tense up immediately.

"Platoon leader, the targets are gone," one man exclaimed, his voice tinged with surprise.

Another man quickly snapped, "Search! Form teams, they must be nearby. Under no circumstances can we let these terrorists escape alive." This person was undoubtedly the platoon leader.

The men immediately fanned out in groups of five, their steps measured and their methods orderly, further demonstrating that this was an exceptionally well-trained unit.

The platoon leader, accompanied by several others, advanced into the bamboo grove for the search. But after progressing hundreds of meters, the men behind him abruptly collapsed to the ground one by one. Shocked, he instinctively reached for his signal device, but before he could act, the cold barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead, rendering him motionless.

"Which unit are you with?" Li Yifei asked, emerging from the shadows.

Since his unexpected attack in Miaojiang, Li Yifei had remained vigilant, knowing that nothing about this mission would be simple. Even in his sleep, he maintained a heightened sense of awareness. As this group of intruders approached, he had already sensed their presence and had swiftly taken the still-sleeping Na Yi out of the tent, retreating into the bamboo grove.

If these men weren’t soldiers, Li Yifei would have neutralized them all without hesitation. Yet hearing their exchanges made it evident they belonged to a formal unit, which prompted him to restrain himself. He needed to understand why they had targeted him.

The platoon leader coldly stared at Li Yifei, refusing to utter a single word—a true stoic warrior.

Li Yifei locked eyes with the platoon leader, then casually tossed his gun to the ground, stating, "I’m a fellow Special Forces operative, not a terrorist. I think there may be a misunderstanding here."

"Special Forces?" The platoon leader finally spoke, prompted by Li Yifei’s act of disarming himself—a clear signal of non-hostility.

"That’s correct. I’m here on a special mission that might overlap with your own, or perhaps you’ve mistaken me for a terrorist."

The platoon leader eyed Li Yifei with suspicion and replied, "I received orders from above to eliminate a male and female duo believed to be terrorists located in this area."

Li Yifei frowned slightly, then said, "Those orders came from your chain of command?"

"Indeed. Following orders is our duty as soldiers," the platoon leader retorted, his gaze unwavering, brimming with battle-ready determination.

Li Yifei shook his head and remarked, "You lack the strength to face me. You’re not qualified for such a fight. Those soldiers—I didn’t kill them." He then walked over to the fallen men, casually slapped each one, and continued, "They’ll wake up soon. Which unit are you with?"

Though the platoon leader had opportunities to act while Li Yifei revived the soldiers, he ultimately held back. For someone to turn his back without concern showed either complete trust or a dismissive view of his abilities. He concluded it must be the latter, reasoning, "He’s not an ordinary adversary." With a firm tone, he responded, "That information is classified."

Li Yifei smiled faintly, picking up an item from the ground. Glancing at it, he said, "The Iron Lion Special Forces, Ninth Military District."

"So you’re truly military personnel," the platoon leader muttered, startled. Li Yifei’s ability to identify the unit from a mere insignia made it clear that he was deeply connected to the military’s upper echelons, specifically an elite force. Ordinary soldiers wouldn’t be able to decipher such details.

"That’s correct," Li Yifei replied with a faint smile.

"Could you tell me which unit you’re from?" the platoon leader asked cautiously.

Li Yifei’s face lit up with a brilliant smile as he answered, "The Flying Hawk Squad."

"The Flying Hawk Squad!" The platoon leader exclaimed, his eyes instantly filled with awe. For a Special Forces soldier, there was no unit more revered than the Flying Hawk Squad, representing the pinnacle of Huaxia’s military prowess. Each team member had earned numerous commendations and was undeniably mighty. To encounter a member of such an elite unit was an exhilarating moment.

"You’re..." The platoon leader began to inquire further, but by then, Li Yifei had already vanished. He looked around, only to find no trace of him, leaving the platoon leader frustrated. If only he had known in advance that the man was from the Flying Hawk Squad, he would’ve asked for at least an autograph.

Li Yifei departed quietly, leaving Na Yi still sleeping. He had ensured she wouldn’t wake up or learn of the ordeal—not because he intended to deceive her, but because some truths were better left unknown to the innocent Miao Ethnic girl.

In the Iron Lion Special Forces command room, a solemn-faced Lieutenant Colonel Zhao Gang sat across from Colonel Song Liansheng.

Zhao Gang, the commanding officer of the Iron Lion Special Forces, picked up the ringing phone promptly. The platoon leader’s voice came through: "Commander, the intel was wrong. Those two aren’t terrorists—they’re operatives from the Flying Hawk Squad here for a special mission. We’ve already engaged with them."

"What? Members of the Flying Hawk Squad?" Zhao Gang roared, turning sharply to Song Liansheng.

"Yes, we launched a rocket at his tent, but he escaped beforehand, subdued me and an entire squad without causing any fatalities," the platoon leader reported.

"Understood. Withdraw immediately," Zhao Gang ordered.

After hanging up, Zhao Gang glared fiercely at Song Liansheng and demanded, "What is going on here?" Though outranked, Zhao Gang’s position as a Special Forces commander gave him enough authority to confront Song Liansheng directly.

Song Liansheng, clearly agitated, pressed on: "Did they die?"

"Die? Is that what you wanted? They’re not members of a terrorist organization!" Zhao Gang countered angrily.

"Zhao Gang, that’s irrelevant! Just tell me—what’s their status?" Song Liansheng snapped.

"Hmph, you think we could kill a Flying Hawk Squad operative so easily? You must be joking!" Zhao Gang sneered.

"Damn it, you couldn’t even kill them? Didn’t I order you to use rocket-propelled grenades on them?" Song Liansheng shouted, enraged.

"You knew exactly who he was!" Zhao Gang accused, his fists clenched tightly. "You used me as a pawn!"

"Zhao Gang, it’s an order. Stop questioning it!" Song Liansheng shot back, glaring.

"I’m refusing to execute this order," Zhao Gang declared, raising his voice in defiance.

Furious, Song Liansheng threatened, "Fine. You dare disobey orders? Looks like you don’t intend to keep your position!"

"Following orders is the duty of a soldier, but not when the orders are unjust. I’ll report this to the higher-ups!" Zhao Gang shouted in answer.

"Fine! Tomorrow, I’m removing you as commander!" Song Liansheng bellowed, storming out of the room.

Zhao Gang, breathing heavily, grew increasingly irate. From the outset, Song Liansheng’s orders had struck him as questionable. Even if the targets truly were terrorists, using rocket launchers was excessive. Now, knowing they were Flying Hawk Squad operatives, Zhao Gang recognized this as a factional struggle. He wanted none of it.

Furthermore, the Flying Hawk Squad was a vital national asset. Any loss within this elite unit was a major setback for the nation. Zhao Gang refused to be complicit in such actions, even if it cost him his command.

Song Liansheng underestimated the respect the Flying Hawk Squad commanded across the armed forces. Not even his rank could override their significance.

Storming out in frustration, Song Liansheng pulled out his phone and made a call. Despite the late hour, the line was quickly answered.

"Uncle, that brat Li Yifei survived again," Song Liansheng grumbled, clearly disgruntled.

"How? Didn’t you deploy Special Forces and heavy weaponry? Can’t that kid be taken out even with that firepower?"

"Those idiots realized who Li Yifei was and held back. A bunch of worthless cowards! I’ll need to find another way—the military approach might be off the table now."

"Completely useless. Figure something out. By any means necessary, keep Li Yifei in Miaojiang. He cannot be allowed to return alive."

"Yes, Uncle. Don’t worry. I’ll come up with another plan. One way or another, he’s dying."

"Good. Use money, manpower, whatever it takes. Spare no expense to eliminate him."

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