Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
160. The biggest flaw
Countdown to return 6:00:00.
Six o'clock in the evening.
Twenty-five people were silently advancing northward through the dim woods.
Commander Qing Huai walked in the middle of the team, his expression grave as he surveyed his surroundings.
When the field team entered, there were over a hundred and fifty people, but now only a seventh platoon remained, and including Qing Huai, there were only 25 people left.
Cao Wei had been missing for over twenty hours, and Qing Huai knew that if he had not returned by then, it was likely he had encountered misfortune.
The team's only C-Class expert had fallen, whether the young man was killed by Cao Wei or not, they could not linger any longer.
As for the mission… they could only negotiate some interest swaps with the first and second houses after getting out.
Mysteriously, Qing Huai always felt a dangerous presence following from behind.
This feeling had no source or clues.