4 o'clock in the early morning.
The lights were still brightly lit inside the operations room at Red Thorn Headquarters.
The Southern Border was in urgent action; all the officers involved in this military operation remained here, the large lamp's halo casting circle after circle upon those clad in green military uniforms. Amidst the intermingling of the military banner and the five-starred red flag, a different kind of solemnity emerged.
At this moment, Xing Liehuo, with a grave expression, had been scrutinizing the terrain map of the Southern Border on the LED screen for a good while before he turned to carefully examine the details on the sandbox model.
A few special forces officers, equally grave, stood beside him. These were the ones directly involved in the preparation of this military operation. They were all dressed in extremely formal uniforms, their faces bearing very serious expressions.
In the silent operations room, no one spoke.
