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At four in the afternoon, Zhong Cheng arrived in Beijing with Lin Ju once again.
As they landed, Lin Ju glanced outside unintentionally and was startled when he caught sight of something colorful and green.
"Is that... an air defense missile?"
"Protecting the airport, yeah. HQ9. Seven or eight of them arrived last night, and now they're all being withdrawn."
The retreat of the launch vehicles in an orderly fashion was eye-catching; passengers in the waiting hall and on the planes could all see them, drawing many curious gazes.
However, unlike before, the faces one could see were mostly beaming with joyous smiles, and occasionally one could spot people covering their faces and sobbing.
After all, it had been only twenty years since the last attempt, and the memory was still fresh for many. When countless people woke up to a series of headline notifications on their phones, they wondered if they were dreaming.
