Don’t panic if you get scammed, give him a Desert Eagle instead.

Ghost searched the room quickly and found the medical kit soon. Soap brought a basin of clean water and began to clean the wounds of the injured team members.

"Ouch! Be gentle! It hurts!" The injured team member groaned in pain.

"Stop yelling, man, bear with it for a while." Xiao Qiang said with a smile, "I'll tie a beautiful bow for you later."

At this moment, Yuri walked in with a roll of bandages in his hand. "Do you need any help?" he asked.

"You're just in time, Yuri! Help me hold down his legs." Xiao Qiang said, and began to bandage the wounds of the injured team member.

With the cooperation of everyone, the wound was bandaged quickly and the injured team member's face regained some redness.

"Thank you." He looked at his teammates gratefully, "Without you, I might have died here today."

"We are all brothers, don't be polite." Xiao Qiang patted his shoulder, "Have a good rest, and when you get better, we will fight side by side again."

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the door. Xiaoqiang frowned and went out to check the situation. It turned out that several team members were arguing about who should go to get the medicine.

"Stop arguing!" Xiao Qiang said loudly, "I'll go get some medicine, you guys stay here and take care of the wounded."

After saying this, he turned and walked towards the pharmacy. After a while, he came back with a few boxes of medicine.

"These are anti-inflammatory and painkiller drugs. Take them on time." Xiao Qiang handed the medicine to the injured team member. "Our conditions are limited. You have to make do with it."

"It's already fine." The injured team member took the medicine and said, "Thank you."

As time went by, more wounded were sent to the treatment room.

The team members were busy shuttling between the wounded and providing them with medical assistance. Although the conditions were tough, everyone maintained an optimistic attitude, and from time to time you could hear some jokes and laughter.

"Xiao Qiang, your bandaging skills are getting more and more sophisticated." The ghost said as he watched Xiao Qiang skillfully bandaging the wound of a wounded soldier.

"Of course." Xiao Qiang smiled proudly, "Do you want me to bandage you as well?"

"No thanks." Ghost waved his hands quickly, "I don't want to be your test subject."

Everyone spent one hour after another in the busy work. It was not until nightfall that the work in the treatment room gradually came to an end.

When the team members looked at the wounded who had been treated and were resting quietly on their beds, they felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

The atmosphere in the medical room of the Interpol base was slightly tense.

The white sheets, the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the occasional sounds of medical instruments all make people unconsciously tense.

However, in this tense atmosphere, a group of people were gathering together, with a bit of anticipation and anxiety on their faces.

This group of people are the Interpol members who have just returned from the hideout of the Shakman organization.

They were wearing special exoskeleton equipment, which provided them with strong support and protection in the battle just now. Now, they were waiting for the casualty report from medical staff.

The door of the medical room slowly opened, and a medical staff in a white coat walked in. He was holding a report in his hand, with a trace of fatigue on his face, but his eyes were very firm.

"Team members, after our full efforts to treat the patients, we can now inform you of the casualties." The medical staff's voice was a little hoarse, but clear and powerful.

The team members immediately fell silent and listened attentively. They knew that although the operation was a success, the casualties were also a reality they had to face.

"Fortunately, because everyone was wearing exoskeletons, our casualties were not serious."

The medical staff continued, "Most of the team members only suffered minor injuries and can recover after simple treatment."

Hearing this, the team members all breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other and smiled with relief. However, the next words from the medical staff made them nervous again.

"However," the medical staff paused, his tone becoming serious, "We also have several team members who are seriously injured and require further observation and treatment."

The team members' mood suddenly became heavy. They knew that every battle would result in sacrifice and casualties, which was unavoidable.

However, when these casualties actually occurred, they still found it difficult to accept.

At this moment, a team member suddenly asked: "Then...is there..." He seemed unable to say it, but everyone understood what he meant.

The medical staff shook his head gently: "Unfortunately, one of our team members died heroically in battle."

This news weighed heavily on everyone's heart like a huge rock. The team members bowed their heads silently and mourned for their lost comrades.

However, in this sad atmosphere, one of the team members suddenly slapped the table and stood up. With a determined and angry expression on his face, he shouted: "We must avenge this!"

The other team members also stood up, with determination shining in their eyes.

They know that the fight against terrorism is arduous and dangerous, but they are also fully aware of their responsibilities and missions. They want to avenge their comrades with their actions!
At this moment, the door of the medical room opened again, and a familiar figure walked in. It was Raymond! Seeing the high morale of the team members, he couldn't help but smile with relief.

"Team members, you are great!" Raymond said loudly, "We must remember the sacrifices and pains of today, but more importantly, we must continue to move forward and fight for peace and justice!"

"For peace and justice!" the team members shouted in unison, their voices echoing in the medical room, full of strength and determination.

The temporary interrogation room is located in a corner of the Interpol base and is surrounded by thick soundproof walls on all four sides to ensure that the conversations inside cannot be eavesdropped on by outsiders.

At this moment, a group of Interpol members equipped with exoskeletons are busy in the room, preparing for the upcoming interrogation.

"Oh my, why is this interrogation room like an ice cellar?" Xiao Qiang complained while adjusting his exoskeleton armor. The temperature regulation system on the armor was working hard to resist the low temperature in the room.

"Don't complain, Xiaoqiang." The ghost joked, "This is to keep us awake so that we can deal with those cunning terrorists."

The team members took the captured terrorist into the interrogation room. Although the terrorist was tied up, his eyes still flashed with ferocity.

However, when he saw the criminal police officers equipped with exoskeletons, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that our equipment is quite intimidating." Soap said with a smile. "Of course, we are super police armed to the teeth with high technology!" Yuri smiled proudly.

The interrogation preparations were carried out in an orderly manner. The team members used the exoskeleton's recording and video recording functions to ensure that every detail of the interrogation process would be fully recorded.

This is not only to leave evidence, but also for subsequent analysis and research.

"Alright, guys." Raymond walked into the interrogation room, interrupting the team members' small talk. "Let's get to work. Remember, we want information, not confessions. Stay professional. Stay calm."

The team members nodded in understanding. They knew that this interrogation was not only a test of the terrorists, but also a test of their own professionalism.

The interrogation began. At first, the captured terrorist tried to remain silent, but under the team members' clever questioning and relentless pressure, he gradually began to break down.

The team members remained calm and professional throughout, guiding him step by step to reveal more information about the Shakman organization.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was tense and heavy. The cold metal tables and chairs, the glaring incandescent lights, and the slogan on the wall "Leniency for confession, severity for resistance" all added to the psychological pressure on the interrogated person.

The captured terrorist was handcuffed firmly to a chair, his eyes revealing fear and anxiety.

The interrogating officer sitting opposite him looked calm and professional, as if everything was under his control.

"Name?" the interrogator asked coldly.

"I...my name is Amir..." the terrorist stammered, obviously frightened by the scene.

"Amir, do you know why you were brought here?" the interrogator continued to ask.

Amir lowered his head and was silent for a while, then whispered: "I... I am from the Shakman organization..."

"Very good, you are quite honest." The interrogator nodded. "Then, can you tell us the details of the Shakman organization? For example, the organizational structure, personnel list, source of funds, etc.?"

Amir suddenly became nervous after hearing this. He stammered, "I... I only know a little bit... The real core secrets are only known by the top leaders..."

The interrogator frowned, obviously not satisfied with the answer. He changed the question and asked, "What is your job in the Shakman organization?"

"I... I am mainly responsible for delivering information and purchasing supplies..." Amir replied.

"Passing information? Purchasing supplies?" The interrogator grasped the key words. "Then can you tell us what supplies you purchased? And who did you pass this information to?"

Amir began to stammer again: "I...I really don't know...Every time the higher-ups give me direct instructions, and I just have to follow them..."

The interrogating officer looked at Amir's panicked expression and knew what was going on.

He knew that the terrorist had not told the whole truth, but at least a gap had been opened, so he decided to use some strategies to force more information out of him.

"Amir, you know what? In our interrogation room, no one has ever been able to withstand our interrogation methods."

The interrogating officer paused deliberately, then continued, "If you confess now, we can consider giving you leniency. Otherwise..."

Amir shuddered when he heard this. He was obviously frightened by the interrogator's words.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath, as if he had made some important decision.

"Okay... I'll tell you..." He began to tell everything he knew about the Shakman organization.

As Amir confessed, the interrogators gradually pieced together the full picture of the Shakman organization.

This organization has a strict structure and members with clear division of labor. They use various means to raise funds, purchase supplies, and plan and carry out terrorist attacks.

Although Amir is only a minor character, the information he provides is of great significance in combating this terrorist organization.

After the interrogation, the interrogating officer nodded with satisfaction. He knew that although this interrogation was just the tip of the iceberg, it was at least an important step towards combating the Shakman organization.

Next, they will conduct more in-depth investigations and crackdowns based on the information provided by Amir.

The intelligence analysis room was a busy place. The walls were covered with various maps, organizational structures, and clue chains, and countless data and codes were scrolling on the electronic screen.

Analysts sat around computers, their eyes fixed on the screen, their fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard, as if racing against time.

"Hey, Xiao Li, have you found anything over there?" A middle-aged analyst raised his head and asked the young man next to him.

Xiao Li adjusted his glasses and replied with a wry smile: "Brother Zhang, these terrorists' computers are as clean as new. There is almost no valuable information found."

"Haha, these guys are really cunning." Brother Zhang smiled, "However, no matter how cunning a fox is, it cannot escape the eyes of a hunter. Let's look carefully and we will definitely find some clues."

At this moment, a young female analyst suddenly screamed: "Oh, I found it! There is a hidden folder here, which contains the financial statements and fund flow records of the Shakman Organization!"

"What? Let me see it quickly!" Brother Zhang rushed over excitedly, and a group of people immediately surrounded the female analyst's computer.

Sure enough, a detailed financial statement was displayed on the screen, recording the income and expenditure of the Shakman organization in recent years. Among them, a huge inflow of funds attracted everyone's attention.

"Where does this money come from?" Xiao Li asked with a frown.

"Look here." The female analyst pointed to a bank account on the screen. "The owner of this account is a person named 'Jason', but it is probably an alias. We need to further track down the true identity of this account."

"Great! This is a major breakthrough!" Brother Zhang patted the table, "Everyone keep working hard and make sure to find this Jason!"

The intelligence analysis room once again fell into intense but orderly work. Analysts divided the work and cooperated with each other, some of whom were responsible for tracking the flow of funds.

Some are responsible for finding clues related to Jason, while others are responsible for analyzing the future plans of the Shakman organization.

A few hours later, a new discovery was finally made. (End of this chapter)