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

Martin didn't respond.

He lifted the curtain and plunged into the wind and snow.

"call!"

The cold wind, mixed with snow particles, stung my face.

Martin took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs and clearing his mind.

He knew exactly what he was going to do.

Richard is an idiot. If you follow him, you'll get riddled with bullets by the Great Xia's supervisory team sooner or later.

To survive, you have to climb!

They had to make themselves "heroes" before the summer harvest ended.

The training ground is located on the east side of Base 03.

The thick windproof netting blocked most of the wind and snow.

Chen Wu, an officer of the Daxia Special Forces stationed abroad, is standing in front of a scrapped armored vehicle, instructing two new recruits to disassemble the tracks.

Martin took a deep breath and strode over.

Chen Wu looked up, patted the oil off his hands, and glanced at Martin.

He remembered this recruit; he had been registered for two days, didn't talk much, but was a very accurate shooter.

No missions today.

Chen Wu spoke coldly.

"It's too cold. Orders have been issued to halt all field operations. Go back to your tent."

Martin didn't move.

He was looking at Chen Wu from a distance of three meters.

The two locked eyes.

Martin's gaze lacked the timidity and ingratiation typical of foreign mercenaries; it was solely driven by a strong sense of purpose.

Chen Wu was a specially trained special forces soldier; he knew that look all too well.

This person is looking for an opportunity to speak alone.

Chen Wu glanced around out of the corner of his eye. There were sentries on the perimeter, and other new recruits were on the training ground.

Chen Wu put down the towel, his tone changing.

"Your name is Martin, right?"

Chen Wu took a step forward, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the two new recruits beside him to hear.

"You did a great job clearing the rubble last time."

The rules of the Great Xia Dynasty have always been clear: those who truly do the work will never be treated unfairly.

"The logistics department did not approve the double points for the last mission."

but……"

As he spoke, Chen Wu took out a key from his pocket and tossed it in his hand.

He changed the subject, pointing to the armory behind him.

"I've secured a 30-day trial period for you to use a Tier 3 Crystal Energy Rifle."

"Come with me to sign the registration form. Take off your Tier 2 gun."

Martin understood immediately, bowed his head, and spoke respectfully.

"Thank you, sir."

The two walked towards the logistics area, one after the other.

Behind him, several new recruits glanced at Martin with envy before continuing to dismantle the tracks.

armory.

"Click".

The door closed.

The insulation material completely blocked out the sound of the wind and snow outside.

There was no surveillance or recording equipment.

Chen Wu pulled out a chair and sat down, one hand on the holster of his pistol at his waist, and the other pointing to the bench opposite him.

"sit."

His eyes instantly shed their previous friendly facade, becoming as sharp as a hawk's.

"Speak. You came to me in this blizzard, so what's there to hide? You can say it here now."

Martin did not sit.

He took off the second-tier rifle from his back and placed it on the table.

"Sir, I have intelligence."

Martin got straight to the point: "Intelligence regarding the overseas Awakened Alliance."

Chen Wu's eyelid twitched.

He was aware of the surveillance situation of the overseas regional network, or to put it bluntly, he was also on a mission at this camp.

"continue."

Chen Wu raised his eyebrows slightly, staring intently at Martin, exuding an imposing aura without anger.

"I was sent by Richard."

Martin made no attempt to hide anything.

"Richard, the leader of the Hamburg camp, a peak third-tier Awakener."

He sent seven people, including myself, disguised as ordinary survivors, to infiltrate Base 03.

Chen Wu tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"What is the mission?"

"Find out the number and whereabouts of the lower and middle-level awakened individuals in Great Xia," Martin said.

Upon hearing this, a murderous intent surged in Chen Wu's heart.

Where did the awakened ones of Great Xia go?

These bastards really dare to dream!

Chen Wu did not show it.

He stood up and walked over to Martin.

"If you're here to infiltrate, why tell me?"

Chen Wu asked, "What's wrong? Did that old dog Richard not offer you good terms?"

"He promised that once it was done, I would be placed in the core management of the camp."

Martin replied, "But I don't want to die. I know that Richard's provocation is nothing short of suicide."

If the Great Xia could deploy its heavy combined arms brigade in the ruins of Paris, it could easily wipe out the entire Hamburg camp.

I still have family in the Hamburg camp; I have to survive.

Chen Wu stared at him for a while.

"You're a smart man, Martin."

Chen Wu turned around, his tone returning to its coldness.

"Stay here."

After saying this, he pushed open the door, walked out, and locked the door from the outside.

He stood outside the armory, rubbing his face, which was red from the cold, completely ignoring the ice crystals that had seeped into his collar.

He walked to the sheltered side of a wrecked armored vehicle and pulled a black military-grade encrypted terminal from an inner pocket.

Press your fingerprint to unlock your phone.

The screen lit up slightly, directly connecting to the national security-dedicated satellite channel at the Kunlun Base in Daxia.

In fact, Martin knew nothing about one thing.

The moment Richard and his group stepped onto the perimeter of Base 03, the National Security Bureau's "Skynet" system had already locked onto them.

The seven spies had even their underwear completely exposed by Da Xia.

Martin's assignment to Chen Wu's team was by no means accidental, but rather a carefully calculated arrangement by the Beijing Guoan.

Chen Wu was originally a spy planted by the National Security Bureau in an overseas mercenary camp.

There are spies like him in every important camp overseas.

But to his surprise, the fish jumped ashore on its own before the bait was even finished on the line he had just cast out.

Things have taken a turn for the worse than expected.

"Beep! Encrypted channel connected!"

Chen Wu's expression turned serious, and he reported to his superior in a deep voice into the microphone.

"Base 03, codename Snowy Owl, requesting access to the National Security switchboard."

Three seconds later, a strong response came from the headquarters operator on the terminal.

"Headquarters received. Snowy Owl, please proceed."