The screen flickered, and the face of Madam M, which exuded a cold and hard texture even in encrypted video transmission, appeared on the screen, with the familiar cold light of the MI6 headquarters command room in the background.
"Yager."
Madam M's voice came through the speaker, clear and calm, without any distortion from long-distance communication.
"The images from the Mediterranean, I presume you've received them."
She paused slightly, her gaze piercing through the screen sharply.
"Allow me to remind you, this seems to confirm some of my earlier...concerns? About the cost of underestimating the enemy. I said before, this Song Heping is not an ordinary mercenary leader."
Yager felt a chill of anger surge up his spine, instantly dispelling the brief numbness.
