Mr. H didn't care about his feelings and continued to tear his protective layer apart at an unhurried pace.
"The transportation route should be strictly confidential. How did the robbers find out and prepare an ambush in advance? General, haven't you noticed that your enemy seems to be one step ahead of you every time? Every step you take is part of their plan. How can you win this game of chess?"
Indeed, the sharp instincts of someone in intelligence work are extremely keen. Upon learning that the weapons had been hijacked, he almost instinctively sensed where the problem lay.
Batulu defected.
The inner city faced an ambush.
The weapons were hijacked.
...
Scenes flickered by, one after another.
The chief held his phone tightly, his eyes unreadable.
"I'll handle my problems. Such incidents won't happen again."
He rasped.
"I really want to believe you, General. But I'm sorry, my intuition tells me it will be difficult for you to keep your promise."
