In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

"Boarding."

Without further ado, Chen Wu stepped into the cabin first.

The seven people filed in.

The heavy helicopter suddenly lifted off the ground and flew towards the gray-white horizon.

The cabin was dimly lit. The seven men found seats and began checking their weapons and the power cables of their exoskeletons.

Martin sat by the window, looking out through the porthole covered in frost flowers.

Below is the plains of Western Europe.

The once bustling urban clusters are now nothing but ruins.

Occasionally, one can see a few dark, deep pits, which are traces left by the heavy artillery positions on the front lines of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Newcomer, you've got guts."

A rough, hoarse voice came from the other side.

Martin snapped out of his daze; it was the old soldier with a full beard.

The old soldier sat there, took out a shrunken tin cigarette box, poured out half a crumpled cigarette, and held it between his fingers.

I didn't light it; I just held it to my nose and smelled it.

"Hans".

The bearded veteran squinted and gave his name.

"Martin."

Martin nodded, remaining vigilant.

"Do you know why everyone was staring at you like you were dead?"

Hans put the half cigarette back into the cigarette case and placed it close to his body.

Martin didn't speak, just watched him quietly.

"If you don't know anything about the background and just blindly run over to participate in the mission to kill third-tier mutated beasts, you won't live long."

Hans lowered his voice and let out a soft chuckle.

"To survive long on the battlefield, you need to have comrades you can entrust your back to."

Martin seized the opportunity to extend goodwill, his eyes revealing a hint of sincerity.

"We can look out for each other when we move out later."

"We are no longer comrades-in-arms."

Hans sneered and patted the stock of the second-tier crystal energy rifle in his arms.

"Wait until you survive before you take any action, then come talk to me about this word..."

Martin stared into Hans's eyes and said nothing more.

He turned his head and glanced at Chen Wu, who was sitting near the cabin door.

Chen Wu sat near the cabin door, holding the heavy crystal energy sniper rifle in his hands.

The gun is over 1.5 meters long, with a black metal casing that gleams coldly, and an astonishingly thick barrel.

He completely ignored the conversation.

"drop!"

Red lights illuminated inside the cabin.

The jarring electronic notification sound interrupted Martin's thoughts.

"Arrived in the designated airspace."

The driver's voice was amplified.

"Strong winds below, descent is not possible. Prepare for rappelling."

The target is at 7 o'clock, about one kilometer away. Good luck to everyone.

Chen Wu suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and pulled open the side cabin door.

"Check the latch!"

He roared and grabbed a rope.

The seven people quickly fastened the locks.

"Down!"

Chen Wu was the first to jump out of the cabin.

Martin jumped down after him.

The rope slid down at breakneck speed, and a feeling of weightlessness washed over me.

"Bang!"

A dozen seconds later, the military boots slammed heavily onto the thick snow.

The hydraulic rods of the second-order exoskeleton emitted a muffled thud, offsetting most of the impact force.

After dropping them off, the helicopter quickly ascended and disappeared into the hazy sky.

This is the former Strasbourg ruins.

The former site of the European Parliament has now been transformed into a steel jungle interwoven with reinforced concrete and ice.

"Spread out your formation."

Chen Wu raised his heavy sniper rifle, his voice transmitted to everyone's ears through the tactical headset.

"Pair up, maintain a 10-meter distance, and advance towards the target area in a fan shape."

"Remember, when you encounter a target, fire, report the coordinates, and then retreat."

According to the group assignments, Martin and Hans were placed in the same group, positioned on the left wing of the team.

Martin held the second-tier crystal energy rifle, his gaze sweeping back and forth among the ruined buildings.

Tier 3 Alienated Shadow Leopard

It features built-in optical camouflage.

This means that their eyes are almost useless.

"Drip, drip, drip..."

The simple life detector on Hans's wrist emitted a faint sound, and the green line on the screen fluctuated steadily.

"No movement."

Hans exhaled a puff of white breath and muttered a curse under his breath.

"This godforsaken place isn't even a rat; it's eerily quiet."

Martin did not respond.

His nerves were stretched to the limit; he was breathing heavily and his palms were slightly sweaty.

Martin prayed silently in his heart.

"I hope my luck won't be that bad..."