"Do you need to say goodbye to your friends?"
Nightingale teased Wu Bin while organizing magazines.
Wu Bin curled his lips and said, "It shouldn't be that dangerous, right? With you guys protecting me, do I still need to say goodbye to friends?"
It was not so much that Wu Bin was overconfident; it was more that his first impression of the personnel from the Ninth Institute was one of professionalism.
Bulletproof vests, tactical headsets, tactical helmets, precision rifles...
Based on the equipment of these personnel from the Ninth Institute, calling them special forces would not be an exaggeration.
With such elite teammates, Wu Bin was confident he could come back alive.
Just as Wu Bin was being glib, scout team leader Hu Feng and Han Biao from the Fifth Special Task Force met up.
"Old Han, long time no see. I was wondering why I couldn't find you at the base, turns out you were with student Wu Bin."
Han Biao chuckled.