Ye Jian, who had arranged for the female soldiers to stand guard, thought that the gala was about to start. She and Xia Jinyuan didn't rehearse even once, so wanted to go over and look for him.
She knocked lightly on the half-closed door. "Please come in." She pushed the door open and saw Xia Jinyuan packing his luggage. Her heart sank. She locked the door and said in a low voice, "Is there an urgent mission in the team?"
Every year, at the end of the year, there would be many sudden and urgent missions, especially a few days ago when the United States launched another military mission against Ike. A few missiles even landed in the civilian area. A total of 1,600 Ike civilians died in their sleep. At this moment, Ike was already hell on earth.
Xia Jinyuan turned his head. Seeing her cold expression, he knew that she had misunderstood. "There's no urgent mission. After the gala ends, I'll leave with the soldiers to patrol. It'll take a while."
So it was a patrol!
