"It might have fallen into the water."

Gu Ji wasn’t in the mood to worry about any computer right now. That object was merely a task assigned by the game or a bargaining chip in critical moments. Now that everyone was safe, it naturally wasn’t important anymore.

Instead, he thought something was off about Chaojun’s complexion.

Not only were his lips devoid of color, but since Chaojun spoke just now, he had been coughing the entire time.

As Zhao Bai was about to take the USB drive.

Suddenly, Chaojun made a "ugh" sound and violently vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Chaojun!!"

"Quick, get the medical kit over here!"

Zhao Bai’s face changed abruptly. Nearby, Mr. Zhou from the amphibious special forces immediately commanded his team members to save him.

Chaojun wanted to shake his head to refuse, but was soothed by Gu Ji and the combat police officers. He then slowly lifted his bulletproof vest. The bulletproof plate was severely deformed, and there were no signs of extensive bleeding on his clothes.

But this often meant something more severe.

Because once it reaches the point of vomiting blood, it indicates that the internal organs have already ruptured, causing blood to flood into the airway, digestive tract, or stomach, which then leads to coughing up blood.

The special forces member took out scissors and cut open Chaojun’s shirt.

It was found that the right upper abdominal area beneath Chaojun’s ribs was completely bruised and swollen significantly.

The special forces member barely touched it, pressing gently, and was surprised to find that the "swelling" was extremely soft, directly sinking in.

"Ugh!" Chaojun’s face contorted in pain once again, vomiting a large mouthful of blood.

"Don’t move! His ribs have already fractured and pierced the liver. The abdominal cavity is currently bleeding; he needs immediate hospital emergency treatment. Otherwise, his life is at risk. We can only let the helicopter transport him!"

Gu Ji hurriedly stopped the special forces member, requesting that the Clouded Leopard Assault Team helicopter transport him to the hospital.

"How did this happen!" Zhao Bai was anxious, his forehead covered in sweat, and his eyes instantly turning red.

Seeing Gu Ji calling for the helicopter to land.

Chaojun endured the excruciating pain, coughing up blood as he said, "No, there’s no need! I feel like I can’t hold on until I reach the hospital. Thank you, Mr. Gu. Cough, cough... If it weren’t for your Dragon and Tiger Assault Team’s comrades willing to help tonight, Zhao and I might have already perished at the Bai Family’s manor. Thank you..."

"It was my duty."

Gu Ji didn’t know what to say, as Chaojun was continually coughing up blood, and even blood was seeping from beneath him, indicating his abdominal cavity was experiencing severe hemorrhaging.

Although they appeared to have no interaction on the surface.

To Gu Ji, however, he and Chaojun had once personally experienced a life-and-death cooperation at the underground checkpoint. Especially when he learned that as a police officer, Chaojun was willing to risk being an undercover within the Bai Family for years just to destroy that subversive organization harming the country, he had a deep admiration for him in his heart.

"Chaojun, Chaojun, don’t scare me..." Zhao Bai was holding Chaojun’s head, tears uncontrollably welling up in his eyes.

"Cough, cough! Mr. Zhao, hold on to the USB drive."

Chaojun opened his hand, then, despite the immense pain, handed the USB drive to Zhao Bai.

The next moment, the scene before his eyes seemed to change.

It seemed to be the large conference room of the Dianyun City Bureau, surrounded by red.

Red carpet, red flowers, a red platform.

Colleagues, leaders, and parents were standing below the stage while he, wearing a police uniform, stood proudly under the emblem symbolizing honor and dignity.

Chaojun, using his last breath, placed his right hand on the side of his head, and his body began to convulse uncontrollably. Smiling with blood oozing from his mouth, he said, "Dianyun Border Anti-Drug Squad Officer, Wang Chaoyang, successfully completed the undercover mission, requesting to return, to return to the team!"

"Chaoyang! Wang Chaoyang!!"

Amid Zhao Bai’s heart-wrenching cries, Wang Chaoyang completely lost consciousness.

Wu Kang clutched his chest, feeling a mix of grief, and glanced at Gu Ji’s back. Had it not been for Gu Ji rushing to save him at a crucial moment, his fate might have been the same as Chaojun’s.

For some reason.

Gu Ji looked at the smile on Wang Chaoyang’s face before his sacrifice, and the words "thank you" he uttered once more appeared in his mind. He inexplicably felt a slight sting on his cheeks.

Chaojun must have been repeatedly hit in the same area by bullets during the final shootout when he shielded Zhao Bai, causing the ribs to fracture.

Also, because he ordered everyone to swim swiftly to the border river.

Perhaps due to adrenaline, Chaojun didn’t feel the pain or maybe he forced himself to swim to not burden others, with too much movement causing further rib damage to the liver.

In other words.

Wang Chaoyang’s sacrifice was partly his responsibility too.

"Phew..."

Gu Ji took a deep breath, pressing the tactical headset communication button, "Report to the command center, this is the Dragon Tiger Assault Team Three, we have boarded the rendezvous vessel. Three officers sacrificed, two from the Myanmar police force, one from our side, codename Operation 3.24... has ended here!"

"Command center has received."

Lei Wanshan’s cold voice arrived as expected.

Li Ruilin looked at the figures of Gu Ji and Gao Bo on the screen, sighed deeply in his heart, and couldn’t help but begin to question whether it was a mistake to let these young kids face the world’s darkness and violence too soon.

At that moment, Gu Ji suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulder.

He turned around.

It was Zhang Wenjun.

He walked slightly past everyone to Zhao Bai’s side, supporting his shoulder, and though he said not a word, and his expression was somewhat solemn, Gu Ji understood. Zhang Wenjun could empathize the most with the current feeling; no one could relate to it more than he could.

Otherwise, Zhang Wenjun wouldn’t have noticed the guilt in Gu Ji’s heart enough to comfort him specially.

Interrupted by Zhang Wenjun, Zhao Bai lowered his head, looking at the elite anti-drug squad member he had personally selected in his arms. Finally realizing, he didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, murmuring:

"Permission to return, let’s go, we’re going home."