Plane Alchemist

The ambulance sped down the dark highway, its red lights flashing, casting an eerie, almost sinister glow over the night. Close behind, an armored vehicle followed, inside which more than a dozen armed police officers sat, fully equipped, checking their weapons in silence.

"Shen Duo, once this mission is over, you can retire with honor," said Sergeant Yuan Hong as she wiped her Type 95 automatic rifle.

They were the only female armed police squad in City A. This was Shen Duo's third year of service, and though she was just in her early twenties, she was deeply devoted to her duty.

She smiled, running her fingers over the Type 92 pistol that had been her companion for three years. Her voice was tinged with reluctance: "Sergeant Yuan, I will see my last mission through to the very end!"

Yuan Hong patted Shen Duo’s sturdy bulletproof vest. She had watched over this young woman for three years, and Shen Duo’s intelligence, wisdom, and unwavering resolve had left a profound impression on her.

The armored vehicle came to a halt before an abandoned building, already cordoned off by local police. At Yuan Hong’s signal, Shen Duo and her team buckled on their helmets, lowered their visors, gripped their guns, and, with silent efficiency, leapt from the vehicle and advanced toward their target. Not a single extraneous sound escaped their ranks.

The operation was in response to a drug gang that, after one of their hideouts had been taken down, had seized two innocent civilians as hostages to coerce the police. Negotiations