“Alright,” Charlie Wade said with a relieved smile, “I’ll be looking forward to the media coverage about Sifang Baozhuang’s return to China.”


    “Absolutely,” replied Sun Zhidong (Meir) with a grin. “You don’t need to worry about a thing. Everything is set up on our end. We will bending in Eastcliff in two hours. Military reporters will be capturing some footage, and by ten o’clock tonight, some edited segments will be ready for the evening news. Be sure to catch the broadcast!”


    “Sounds good!” Charlie Wade said, smiling. “I’ll keep a close watch for the news release.”


    As Sun Zhidong’s ne took off from Aurous Hill, Sara’s Boeing 777 finally touched down at JFK Airport in New York.


    Sara felt a mix of anxiety and difort during the flight.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Deep down, she understood that her presence in the United States was crucial for the sake of Sifang Baozhuang.


    However, reflecting on her years of maintaining a low profile and her recent frequent travels, she felt a sense of unease.


    Since the onset of the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union, Sara had seldom ventured beyond the confines of her base.


    The main reason for her limited excursions was the rapid technological advancements she had witnessed during that period.


    The more technology progressed, the more apprehensive she became, particrly regarding the officials of these superpowers.


    To them, no matter how formidable the Qing Dynasty was, it was merely a small insect. If targeted by any superpower, disaster would surely follow.<fne0da> This content belongs to F?ndNovel</fne0da>


    For instance, her Po Qinghui headquarters, which she had painstakingly built over time, could easily be overwhelmed by a guided missile destroyer’s full assault. Thus, during her visit to the United States, Sara constantly reminded herself to remain as discreet as possible.


    Upon entering the country, Sara and Jadiel used seamless Swedish identities. Once they cleared customs, Sara, concerned for Sifang Baozhuang, instructed Jadiel, “Get in touch with Uncle Sean and find out how he’s doing.”


    “Sure, Master Ying! I’ll contact Uncle Sean right away!” Jadiel responded eagerly, pulling out his phone to call.


    To his surprise, Sean’s phone was switched off!


    Jadiel couldn’t help but murmur, “Master, Uncle Sean’s phone is off.”


    “Off?!” Sara frowned. “Given Uncle Sean’s habits, even if something urgent came up, he wouldn’t typically turn off his phone. What could have happened?”


    Jadiel shook his head, “I’m not sure, Master Ying. Should we try calling Chen Zhimin?”


    Sara nodded with a serious expression, “Yes, call him. Go!”


    Jadiel quickly dialed Chen Zhiming’s number again, but once more, the call indicated that the phone was turned off.


    This odd urrence left Jadiel feeling unsettled, and he remarked, “I can’t understand why both of them would have their phones turned off.”


    Sara’s expression shifted to one of concern and anxiety as she instinctively pulled out her own phone and opened a specific software application.


    This application was the positioning software of Qingqinghui.


    All core members of the Clearing Society had to carry special phones equipped with tracking capabilities when they were out. These phones continuously uploaded their satellite locations to the server, allowing Sara to monitor their movements in real time.


    However, when Sara checked the current locations of Sean and Chen Zhimin on the software, she was shocked to discover that the coordinates for both had vanished!