In the car on the way back to the police station.
Edward sat alone in the backseat, his gaze shifted to the front passenger seat.
"Have you found the information on that vagrant?"
"Yes."
The subordinate in the front passenger seat turned and reported—
"Jason, second infantry division, captain."
"He'd been in the 'Lanqiao Standoff,' 'Golden Blitz,' 'Dourburg Recapture,' 'Siege of Thankyou,' 'Thirty-three Day Endurance,' and..."
At this point, the subordinate hesitated.
"Speak."
Edward's tone grew sterner.
"He conducted 40 operations behind enemy lines."
"Completed 20 decapitation missions."
"All by himself... no support, no supplies."
After saying this, the subordinate couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
As a soldier, he was well aware of what this record signified.
"To let such a dangerous person back into the city..."
"Did the military brass have shit for brains?"
Edward started cursing under his breath.
Then, immediately, Edward calmed down.
