I listened to my sister's words today.

Time passed like this, day by day, and the Yun family would come to the manor to visit the children almost every day, bringing some toys or soups they had cooked themselves.

Although the manor was quiet, it was filled with warmth because of the crowds of people.

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Day morning. The sky was slightly bright, and the mist outside the window was like a veil lightly covering the entire manor.

Jiang Ling slowly opened her eyes, a tired yet expectant look on her face. She habitually turned sideways and gently stroked the little guy's round and warm face with her palm.

The first thing I do when I wake up every morning is this.

She often fantasized that one day, the little one would suddenly open his eyes, call her "sister", or stretch out his little hand to grab her fingertips.

Gently holding the little guy in her arms, she whispered, “I have to go on a business trip today, only for one day, and I will be back in the evening.

When the time comes, I'll bring you lots of fun fireworks, okay?"

As he spoke, his hands unconsciously straightened the blanket covering the little guy.

After saying these words, Jiang Ling was silent for a moment, but his eyes never left the little guy.

But there are indescribable emotions surging in my heart.

Today is New Year's Day, and everyone is immersed in the joy of welcoming the new year, but for her, this day is just the beginning of another long wait.

There was a knock on the door.

Jiang Ling bent down and kissed the little guy's forehead, then stood up, put on his coat, and opened the door. The servant whispered, "Master, the car is ready."

Finally, he bent down and kissed the little guy's forehead, took a deep breath, and forced himself to cheer up.

Jiang Ling nodded and said softly, "I understand."

The lights in the corridor were dim, the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, and footsteps echoed in the corridor.

I walked all the way to the gate of the manor. The cold wind outside blew in my face. I tightened my coat and got into the car.

Seeing this, the driver respectfully reminded: "It's cold, please keep warm, master."

Jiang Ling just nodded, his eyes fixed on the shadow of the manor gradually moving away outside the window, until it was completely hidden in the morning mist.

The car was so quiet that only the sound of the engine could be heard. Jiang Ling closed her eyes and gently stroked the feathers in her hand.

Soon they arrived at the Beijing airport and boarded a special plane to Bear Country.

The special plane flew smoothly through the clouds, and outside the window was the rolling sea of clouds and the faint morning sunlight.

Jiang Ling leaned back in her chair, but her thoughts were a tangled mess and she couldn't calm down.

I still held the feather in my hand, as if this would bring me closer to the little guy.

It was almost noon when the plane landed at the international airport in Bear Country.

The high-ranking official from the Bear Country who had been waiting for a long time came forward immediately.

"Mr. Jiang, welcome to Bear Country. It's cold here, so please keep warm."

Jiang Ling nodded slightly and said politely but distantly, "Thank you."

After putting on the cloak, she followed the other party to a black business car that had been waiting for a long time.

Outside the car window, the outline of the city was gradually left behind, replaced by desolate fields. Occasionally, abandoned farmhouses on the roadside could be seen casting mottled shadows in the moonlight.

Soon, the vehicle drove into a more remote suburb, and a sparse forest appeared before our eyes.

The forest was shrouded in thick fog. A few black birds could be vaguely seen fluttering up from the branches, making a few shrill calls, as if they were alert to the strange visitors.

After passing through several hidden paths, the front suddenly opened up and a heavily guarded area appeared before our eyes.

On the periphery, soldiers from the Bear Country were standing guard, scanning the surroundings with cold eyes, and the rifles in their hands reflected a cold light in the dim light.

Further inside, there is a group of people wearing uniform camouflage uniforms, with the GA armbands on their shoulders conspicuous and serious.

He remained highly alert to every approaching target, ready to pull the trigger without hesitation at the slightest sign of movement.

The car door opened with a click, and a cold wind mixed with a faint smell of gasoline blew in my face.

The group got off the bus quickly without a moment's hesitation.

Arrived in front of a hidden building.

This is a data transfer station completely hidden deep in the jungle - the walls are painted dark gray.

Blending in with the surrounding environment, the cameras at the four corners of the building slowly rotate, recording the actions of every person who enters.

Several people in camouflage uniforms quickly entered a series of complex passwords into the combination lock, and the heavy iron door made a harsh "click" sound and slowly opened.

After entering the building, the air was filled with an indescribable mixed smell, like the smell of corrosive metal and the residue of some chemicals.

From the end of the passage came the sound of low mechanical operation, like some giant beast devouring secrets, which was chilling.

Today, it's not just some documents being destroyed here. In fact, there is also a batch of experimental waste and storage equipment that needs to be processed urgently - the existence of these things itself is a secret that is enough to subvert common sense.

Everyone who entered the room looked tense and walked cautiously, as if they were afraid of touching some invisible taboo.

The black file box was moved to the center, containing these unspeakable secrets.

The incinerator next to it has been lit, and the orange-red flames lick the iron wall happily, like an impatient hungry beast.

The most critical batch of experimental waste was packed in a special refrigerated box.

The surface of the box was covered with a thick layer of frost, as if even the surrounding air was frozen.

Several technicians were discussing in low voices, with unknown data symbols flashing on the screens of the instruments in their hands.

Their faces were filled with tension, and they took every step carefully, because they knew that if they were not careful in handling these things, the consequences would be disastrous.

The soldier on guard remained silent, his eyes fixed on everyone in and outside the room like a hawk.

Jiang Ling sat in the main seat in the control room, his cold gaze penetrating the glass wall and falling on the incinerator outside.

The person in charge of the transfer station walked forward hurriedly.

"Master, all the information has arrived and can be activated at any time."

He swallowed and glanced involuntarily out of the glass.

"It's just that... two batches of test waste have not yet been delivered. They are expected to arrive in... in half an hour."

Jiang Ling did not answer immediately, but slowly reached out and took the folder.

The folder was opened, and as the pages rubbed against each other gently, Jiang Ling's eyes did not linger on the complicated table of experimental data.

Instead, he skipped those pages and turned precisely to the page recording the experimental waste.

He dissected each line of text, scrutinized it, and confirmed every number and every note, as if trying to find a hidden flaw.

His finger paused slightly on a line of words, and he raised his eyes slightly, looking at his assistant with sharp eyes.

"Can you identify the routes of these two batches of waste?"

"Yes! We have double-confirmed that the transport team encountered no obstacles on the way and the estimated time is absolutely accurate."

"Yeah." Jiang Ling responded lightly, tapping the edge of the folder with her fingers, making a regular tapping sound.

He raised his eyes and turned his gaze back to the incinerator. The slightly flickering flames reflected a dark red light in his deep pupils.

“The scrap has to arrive on time.”

He paused halfway through his speech, looking at the incinerator outside, a cold arc passing across the corners of his mouth.

"If you haven't arrived yet, then it's your home."

The person in charge nodded quickly: "Understood!"