Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

On the outskirts of Sakanan, a small warship was about to enter the dedicated channel when it was surrounded and forced to stop in mid-air by two warships ahead.

"What's going on? Are they space pirates?"

Inside the cockpit of the small warship, a soldier, watching the approaching unfamiliar vessel, quickly dialed Liu Chang'an's communications, "Sir! Our warship is surrounded!"

Upon receiving the message, Liu Chang'an abruptly pushed open the cockpit door and strode to the screen, staring at the unfamiliar warship outside. His subordinate pressed the external communication button, his tone stern: "The warship ahead must leave immediately! Otherwise, face the consequences!"

After repeating this three times, the warships in front not only did not retreat, but continued to fly in this direction, and their speed was visibly increasing.

Liu Chang'an frowned deeply. "Destroy!"

Upon receiving the order, the soldiers in the cockpit reacted swiftly, aiming the launchers at the two warships and pressing the fire buttons, unleashing a continuous barrage of ammunition. The two warships, however, evaded the attacks with ease, as if toying with them.

Unexpectedly, the side of Liu Chang'an's warship was suddenly damaged by artillery fire, the sensor system was destroyed, and the warship suddenly lost its balance. Liu Chang'an stumbled and saw another warship suddenly rush into his field of vision from the side, its hatch violently broken open. It turned out that the warship that was lurking in front was just drawing fire.

He immediately tried to contact the military headquarters, but the signal wouldn't send. Gritting his teeth, he led his men out, only to find his soldiers already subdued, the dark muzzles of guns pointed directly at the cockpit. Seeing the clearly symbolic combat uniforms on the group, Liu Chang'an's heart pounded.

He suppressed his unease and demanded sharply, "What does the Operations Department mean by this! We're from the military!"

Jiang Ying pressed the force button and said coldly, "I'm looking for you."

Without beating around the bush, the anesthetic injections were fired in quick succession, so fast that Liu Chang'an and his group didn't even have a chance to react before they all collapsed.

After dealing with these people, Jiang Ying first had her team members dump the people onto their own warships, and then led her men to search the lower level.

They hadn't gone far when they saw a dozen or so people bound to a corner with their eyes closed, some with injuries. Jiang Ying turned on his personal terminal and scanned the faces of these people one by one, confirming that they matched the photos that Captain Lan had sent him earlier. He then sent a message to them.

"Team Leader Lan, mission accomplished."

When Lan received the message, she was video chatting with Jiang Heng in her hovercar, and she took the opportunity to tell her about it.

"It's funny to think about the expressions on Li Tianming and the others' faces as they waited for the research samples."

"We're just waiting for someone to jump into the pit."

Lan's fingertips, resting on his knees, twitched slightly, as if he wanted to touch Jiang Heng's face. They hadn't seen each other for a week since he entered the research institute, only able to video chat each day. He felt an overwhelming sense of irritation, wanting to get rid of those people as quickly as possible.

When the hovercar arrived at the palace, Lan reluctantly hung up the communication. When he got out of the car, he had already put away his expression and stepped into the majestic gate with a blank face.

The people in the palace had long been dismissed, and Sang, the ruler of Sakanan, sat in the highest seat.

As the founding emperor of Sakanan, even though he was over four hundred years old, his imposing presence was still undeniable. At this moment, he was intently scrutinizing Lan, who was standing below him.

“Sang Lan, I thought you would only come to the palace to see this old man on the day I die.”

Lan looked up at him, her tone somewhat helpless, "If I remember correctly, I had just returned from the front lines and hadn't even had a chance to take a vacation before I was assigned an important task."

Sanger wrinkled his nose and snorted, "A bunch of old fogies are always causing me trouble. Have you investigated everything?"

"almost."

"Almost?" Sanger asked suspiciously. "That's not like you."

"I'm going to lead a team to blow up the research institute in the West District in a couple of days. I'm just giving you a heads-up, it's not an enemy attack."

"reason."

Lan projected the observation room video that Jiang Heng had sent him earlier onto Sangge's screen, his voice laced with suppressed anger, "These people were all forcibly taken in." He pointed to the person appearing in the middle of the video, "This is Ji Xianming's youngest son."

Sanger was shocked. "His son isn't... then who are the others?"

“The identities of the others are still unclear, but according to the latest news, the research institute plans to destroy them. I need to catch them in the act.” Lan paused, then continued, “Father, I don’t want to waste too much time on these matters.”

Sanger looked at him in surprise. Good heavens, this brat was actually trying to curry favor with him?

He suppressed his thoughts and pretended to ponder for a while. "This commotion is too big and may cause public panic... unless..." He dragged out his words, deliberately leaving the listener hanging, "unless you can give me a reason to convince me."

Lan saw through the other party's wicked sense of humor and didn't indulge him. "Since you've entrusted me with this matter, I'm determined to blow up this research institute."

"You little rascal, after all these years on the front lines, this is all you've learned to do, huh!"

Seeing Sangge so angry that he was blowing his beard and glaring at him, he twitched at the corner of his mouth. How could someone so old still get so easily angered?

"I want to resolve this quickly so I can get married soon. I'm leaving."

Having said that, he ignored Sangge, who had already jumped up and was about to rush over to grab him and take him back for questioning, and strode away from the palace. Sangge watched his receding figure and spat, "You brat."

After leaving the palace, Lan went straight to the operations base. Qin Yaoming had already taken Tu Nan and his men back to the base and imprisoned them.

At this moment, these people were being held separately and handcuffed in the monitoring room. Tu Nan already knew who had arrested him.

"Sir, I was perfectly fine in A-01, why did you suddenly bring me back? I didn't do anything wrong."

"Whether you've committed a crime or not isn't up to you to decide."

Qin Yaoming showed Turan photos of the group that left A-01 one by one. Seeing the other's shifty eyes, he shouted, "Are you still going to say you didn't do anything wrong?!"

Tu Nan was startled by the sudden question. He shrugged, but pretended not to understand what the other person was talking about. "I've seen a few of these people in A-01. Is there a problem?"

At this moment, the door to the monitoring room was pushed open, and Lan walked up to Tu Nan, turned the mechanical arm, and a light blade was held across his neck, making the surrounding air scorching hot.

"What kind of deal do you have with the military?"

Tu Nan swallowed hard. "This is torture to extract a confession!"

Qin Yaoming watched Lan in surprise from behind. Why was his boss suddenly so aggressive? This wasn't like him at all. But he knew Lan had his reasons, so he calmly waited to be instructed. He never imagined that his boss was simply trying to finish things quickly so he could have more time with his girlfriend.

"Do you know the origin of the name 'Special Operations Department'?" Lan pressed the light blade down a little further, the smell of burning flesh gradually spreading, and he spoke coldly, "Because we are not bound by any rules."

Tu Nan's pupils contracted, and the pain in his neck became more pronounced. Looking at the coldness in Lan's eyes, he knew that this man really dared to kill him.

"I...I'll talk," Tu Nan managed to squeeze out, enduring the pain in his neck.

Sakanan was not sentenced to death, and confessing would only mean being exiled again; if he didn't speak, he would probably only be secretly executed.

After Tu Nan confessed everything, Lan continued towards the next monitoring room.

That night, the combat troops responsible for guarding the monitoring room all had the same thought: it seemed that their boss was really rushing to wrap things up.