Chapter 499 - 487: Financial Crisis
The evacuation went very smoothly, which itself indicated that tonight’s proceedings were indeed not a trap set by the Grey-cloaked People. As a mysterious organization with at least decades of history, if they couldn’t handle something as simple as setting a trap, they would have been wiped out countless times by now.
Coming back empty-handed is always frustrating, but not falling into a trap that could have killed everyone was enough to make Yang Yi heave a sigh of relief.
Though the withdrawal was smooth, Yang Yi still harbored a sliver of doubt about the cleanup crew’s capabilities.
"We can’t fly directly out of Warsaw anymore; now we can only take a car to a safe place to wait. But by the time we reach the airport, the plane should already be there," Jenny said, unfazed by the failed mission and still full of confidence—although Yang Yi truly didn’t know where her confidence came from.
"What else?"
Jenny didn’t look at Yang Yi and showed no displeasure at his questioning tone. She said solemnly, "Someone will explain the rest to you."
Yang Yi promptly closed his mouth. He didn’t like Jenny or the way she operated, so since there was nothing to be said, he decided not to say anything at all.
He was resolute about the need for his own transportation route.
Of course, this transportation route didn’t refer to highways or railways. Fully-armed Trident couldn’t take flights or trains. If they wanted to travel from Ukraine to Poland, they either had to abandon all their equipment or sneak across the border.
The cleanup crew had its own transportation route, capable of ferrying Trident from Ukraine to Poland. Calling this route the "black road" or "dark path" would do—the underworld commonly accepted these terms. But Yang Yi’s preferred name was the "underground passage."
Yang Yi wanted to establish his own underground passage. If he didn’t have to rely on the cleanup crew, at least the operation wouldn’t be so passive. After the failure of the mission, the retreat had to be led by Jenny, who decided where to go. It was no exaggeration to say that he had put his life in someone else’s hands.