Chapter 166 - Team Alpha
The collective team of five quickly boarded the chopper, each moving with precision. One soldier checked the massive machine gun, ensuring it was fully loaded and that the safety was engaged. The pilot did a swift but thorough check of the engines, signaling a clear. Meanwhile, the other soldiers double-checked the safety equipment they would be using for the rescue. Every piece of gear was inspected with sharp efficiency—harnesses, ropes, and the emergency hanging ladders were tested one last time.
Shen Shinjun stood with his arms crossed, his face a storm of worry and restraint. His hands trembled slightly as he handed the lead soldier a small slip of paper with his son’s contact number. His voice was rough, urgent. "It’s highly likely the phone might be switched off. I’ll try to track the exact location based on the last call while I still can. I’ll send you the coordinates as soon as I have them. Take your walkie-talkies and keep the communication open."
"Yes, sir!" the soldiers responded in unison.
The chopper’s blades roared to life, cutting through the tense silence. Shen Shinjun stepped back, watching as the aircraft lifted off, dust swirling wildly around his feet. His stomach twisted painfully. That was his son out there, stranded in a collapsing city. Every second counted.
As the chopper disappeared into the distance, he remained on the rooftop, eyes locked on the vanishing silhouette in the sky. His fists clenched. Jai, hold on. We’re coming.
Shinjun exhaled heavily, his frustration barely restrained as he paced the room before finally settling into the chair across from his father. His head throbbed from stress, a dull ache pressing at his temples.
"I’m still worried..." he muttered, rubbing his forehead. His fingers dug into his skin, trying to ground himself.
Seeing his son’s distress, Shin Kailun simply sat back, his wise eyes watching the storm of emotions brewing in his son. He said nothing, knowing that words wouldn’t ease the worry gnawing at Shinjun’s chest.
Unable to stay still, Shinjun called for a soldier. "Bring me the IT specialist. Now."
A soldier rushed in moments later, carrying a compact tracking device. Without hesitation, Shinjun dialed his son’s number, his fingers tense as he put the call on speaker.
The ringing seemed to stretch endlessly. Then, finally—