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The twin brothers are standing slightly to the right of the center.

The older brother is named Zhao Gang, and the younger brother is named Zhao Qiang. When they stand together, they look like two walls side by side.

Zhao Gang was more muscular, with a half-person-high alloy shield hanging on his left arm, making him a defensive-type ability user. Zhao Qiang was half a head shorter than him, but his arms were longer than his brother's, with thick knuckles, and he wielded a short-handled battle axe, making him a purely offensive-type ability user.

The two brothers have distinct personalities, just like their physiques... Zhao Gang is calm and quiet, standing there like a stone; Zhao Qiang is talkative and quick-witted, but sometimes too quick, appearing a bit reckless.

Three people stood behind them, two men and one woman, standing straight with firm gazes.

These three men were rescued from the monster's jaws by Zhao Gang and Zhao Qiang, and from then on, they followed the two brothers wholeheartedly. This team was small in number, but their cohesion was the strongest among the three teams, and they were fearless in battle.

Zhang Peng's own team stood in the center. They were the largest, seven men, and the best equipped, each with a pistol tucked into their waistband and bulging backpacks, the contents of which were unknown.

Zhang Peng pulled out a palm-sized device from his tactical bag at his waist. It looked like an old-fashioned flip phone with a matte gray-black coating on its surface.

He pressed the button on the side, and the instrument's screen lit up, its pale blue light shimmering faintly in the morning light. He held the instrument up so that everyone could see the image on the screen.

"Detectors," Zhang Peng said. "One for each person."

He pulled out an identical instrument from his bag and handed it to He Lin. He Lin took it, examined it briefly, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said nothing.

When Zhao Gang took the instrument, he tapped the screen a few times, zooming the map, switching perspectives, and changing layers—the operation was as smooth as if he had used it many times before. Zhao Qiang leaned over to look, but Zhao Gang nudged him away with his elbow.

"This stuff isn't cheap," Zhao Qiang muttered, rubbing his ribs where he'd been pushed.

"Ten Mystic Stones for each one," Zhang Peng said, his tone as casual as if he were talking about a discount on eggs at the supermarket today. "And it's not something you can just buy if you have money. Qian Sheng's production capacity is limited; they can only make three a day, and most of them are for internal guild use. The reason I'm giving them to you this time is because I exchanged them for guild resources."

He Lin paused her finger on the instrument screen for a moment, then looked up at Zhang Peng.

Ten Mysterious Stones... She had seen someone on the public channel asking to buy this detector before, offering fifteen Mysterious Stones but still not getting one; it was a hard currency with a price but no market. Zhang Peng took out twenty-five at once; this was no ordinary gesture.

"We won't treat everyone unfairly after the operation." Zhang Peng distributed the equipment to the remaining people. "The detectors are just the first part of the resources; consider them a small gift. After the mission is accomplished, everyone will receive a reward, no less than the amount of the detectors."

No one spoke. But you could read a lot from their micro-expressions... He Lin's lips twitched slightly, not a smile, but an expression that said "something's interesting."

Zhao Gang carefully put the device into his waist pouch, his movements steady and without any extraneous reaction. Zhao Qiang's eyes lit up for a moment, but were quickly suppressed by a glance from Zhao Gang. The others showed some fluctuation, but none of them revealed it.

Zhang Peng handed the last detector to Qian Sheng.

Qian Sheng stood on the edge of the rooftop, holding binoculars in one hand and a pen in the other, drawing something on a plastic sheet. He was in his early thirties, tall and thin, wearing black-rimmed glasses, looking more like a scholar than someone who could survive in the apocalypse.

But he did survive, and he did survive better than most people... not because he was good at fighting, but because of his talent in making this kind of detector. He was one of the most valuable assets in Zhang Peng's guild.

Qian Sheng took the detector, but instead of turning it on, he tucked it under his arm and continued drawing on the plastic sheet. His strokes were fast, not ordinary sketching... The lines took shape at an unreasonable speed under his pen, the outlines of buildings, the direction of streets, gaps in walls, the distribution of trees, each stroke precise as if he were tracing characters.

Then, the detector's screen lit up.

It wasn't the one Qian Sheng was holding; it was the one everyone had. All twenty-five detectors vibrated simultaneously, and the images on the screens began to change... What was originally a two-dimensional electronic map suddenly transformed into a three-dimensional projection. The outlines of buildings "emerged" from the screen, their varying heights and distinct layers clearly visible.

The location of trees is marked with green dots, and the location of monsters is marked with red dots. Their size, shape, and direction of movement are all clearly visible.

He Lin swiped her finger across the screen, rotating the view to reveal the entire zoo. It wasn't a flat map, but a true 3D image that could be viewed from any angle. The distribution of those red dots... she counted; there were nearly twenty lions alone. Not just vague location markers, but the size of each lion, its movement trajectory, and even its current posture were precisely outlined.

Her pupils contracted slightly.

"Qian Sheng's ability," Zhang Peng said, a hint of pride in his voice that he himself might not have realized, "is that he can synchronize what he sees to everyone's detectors in real time. It's not drawing diagrams, it's information sharing."

Zhao Qiang leaned closer to Zhao Gang's detector and glanced at it, then looked at the one in his hand, his eyes widening: "Holy crap, this thing..."

"Shut up," Zhao Gang said.

Zhao Qiang shut up.

Qian Sheng ignored the commotion behind him. He held up his binoculars, his gaze sweeping over every corner of the zoo, his pen constantly drawing on the plastic sheet, and the 3D map on the detector continuously updating.

New red dots appear, old red dots move, some red dots disappear, some red dots overlap and then separate... He is tracking the movement of every animal.

"Nineteen lions," Qian Sheng said, his voice low, as if talking to himself, yet also reporting to everyone. "Twelve are near Lion Mountain in the East District, and seven are in the grassland area of ​​the West District. Assuming half have gone out to forage, at least nine or ten remain in their original locations."