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."
