Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

The cafeteria became lively again.

The aroma of charred lamb leg, the scent of wheat from baked flatbread, and a few bottles of fruit wine that someone had secretly brought in.

Zhang Zhao sat at the back of the long table, with a half-bowl of hot soup in front of him, which he was scooping up halfway.

He sat on his left with a monstrous claw, and on his right with a butterfly.

These two must be possessed by some evil spirit today; usually, it's Red Wolf and Wei Long on either side of them.

Today, the two of them have been squeezed into some corner.

Hawthorn was looking down, fiddling with her game console.

The battlefield map on the screen has been transformed into a pixel-style parkour game.

She would occasionally turn her head to glance at Zhang Zhao out of the corner of her eye, then casually look away.

Butterflies, on the other hand, are much quieter.

In front of her was a plate of slightly charred naan bread, which she was tearing into small pieces without eating them, as if she had something on her mind.

Uluru sat opposite him, his cheeks bulging, mumbling incoherently.

"Hey, shouldn't we use a secret code or something from now on?"

"Like that—when you make contact, you exchange code words and then information—"

"Do you think this is a movie?"

The bee doctor interrupted him rudely, casually snatching a lamb chop from in front of him.

"Besides, we're living in the same base now, what need do we have for secret codes? We can just drop by each other's rooms."

"What if outsiders come?"

Uluru swallowed the meat in his mouth and retorted defiantly.

"For example, if headquarters suddenly sends someone down for an inspection, shouldn't we have an emergency plan?"

That makes sense.

Shen Lan put down her chopsticks and, unusually, chimed in.

"But there's no rush. I'll discuss it with Gu and Haizhao when we get back, and we'll go over the communication and contact process again."

"Let's eat first, the lamb leg won't taste good if it gets cold."

Uluru was immediately distracted, picked up a bone again, and gnawed on it until his mouth was glistening with oil.

Luna and Gale sat at the other end of the long table, very close together, their shoulders almost touching.

Luna was slowly sipping a bowl of hot tea, while Gale was peeling a boiled egg.

It was peeled very carefully, even the thin skin was meticulously removed.

Then break it in half and put one half on the plate in front of Luna.

Luna didn't say anything, but simply picked up her teacup and tilted it slightly in the direction of the wind as a response.

There weren't many words exchanged between the two, but their natural understanding was more striking than any lively interaction.

Red Wolf sat not far from them, holding a barely touched glass of wine.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the rim of the cup, as if he were thinking about something.

Weilong sat next to him, slowly tearing off a piece of flatbread, occasionally glancing at him without urging or asking any questions.

The bee doctor winked at Zhang Zhao.

"Hey, you're getting pretty good treatment today, with the left and right protectors."

Zhang Zhao put down his spoon and replied without changing his expression.

"It's mainly because I'm a very steady person, so it doesn't matter where I sit."

"Pooh--"

Uluru sprayed out a small piece of mutton scraps from the opposite side.

"You're steady? Steady my ass! You—"

He was speaking when he suddenly felt two pairs of eyes fall on his face at the same time.

Hare Claw raised its eyelids, while Butterfly turned its head slightly, a faint smile on its lips.

Uluru swallowed the rest of his sentence, awkwardly grabbed a leg of lamb, took a bite, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"...Alright, you're more mature."

Zhang Zhao lowered his head and took a sip of soup, the corners of his mouth curving slightly imperceptibly.

The atmosphere at the dinner table remained lively.

Flint sat in the innermost position.

Although he still couldn't drink alcohol, he held a bowl of hot soup and occasionally chimed in a few words, and his spirits were much better than before.

Liquid Nitrogen and Echo sat at the edge of the long table, with half a seat between them.

Liquid Nitrogen was unusually quiet, just eating his meal in small bites.

Hui Xiang, meanwhile, was eating and drinking heartily with his bowl in hand, looking no more refined than Uluru.

The corner lights illuminated the cafeteria brightly.

The sea breeze blew in through the half-open window, causing the curtains to billow slightly before falling back down.

The night outside the window was already quite dark, but the noise inside the cafeteria continued.

Someone opened another bottle of wine.

Uluru started singing at the top of his lungs, completely off-key, but people around him were actually clapping along.

The bee doctor, holding a cup, laughed so hard he almost fell over.

Hawthorn put down his game console, propped his cheek with his hand, and watched the scene quietly.

Die leaned back gently in her chair, her gaze silently falling on Zhang Zhao's profile for a moment before shifting away.

Zhang Zhao looked at the noisy faces on the table.

Suddenly, I felt that this scene was more worth preserving than any plan.

"Hey, Zhang Zhao."

Uluru suddenly leaned over from the opposite side, half a piece of flesh still hanging on his face.

"What do you think? Once we've got GTI sorted out, shouldn't the R organization also set up a cafeteria?"

"It needs to be even bigger than this, with even more vegetables, and we'll have a different menu every day!"

Zhang Zhao thought about it carefully, then nodded.

"Okay, you can be the cafeteria manager then."

"That's great!" Uluru slammed his hand on the table, making the dishes bounce.

"Then my first dish has to be—roasted whole lamb! I'll eat roasted whole lamb for every meal!"

"Aren't you afraid of developing fatty liver from overeating?" the bee doctor added, adding insult to injury.

"I don't care!" Uluru waved his hand triumphantly. "I'd rather die under a lamb's leg!"

Laughter erupted under the lights and lingered for a long time.

The night outside the window was deep, but the city base was bustling with activity.

But the situation was completely different at the Hafk base.

Jacob Hafk sat in a leather chair with a worried expression.

two months.

Two whole months have passed, and the fire in his heart has not only not been extinguished, but has burned even more intensely and deeply.

Demulan and Geheros walked towards the R organization's team.

Nameless betrayed Hafk without hesitation.

Hudson also maintained a distant relationship because of the spaceport incident.

Now Hafk's top combat force is all gone!

"Sir, there's new information from GTI."

The one-eyed man's voice came from the doorway.

Jacob did not look up.

"What's up with Mole Anderson now?"

"Not Moore."

The one-eyed man walked in and placed an encrypted message on the table.

"Pierce Walker also wants to see you."

Jacob finally removed his finger from the map.

She raised her head, her gaze lingering for a moment on the one-eyed man's face.

"Walker?" he repeated the name, a hint of surprised amusement in his voice.

"The GTI's deputy chief of staff also wants to see me?"

"The letter stated that Walker was concerned about the expansion of the R organization and believed that GTI and Hafk should re-establish communication channels."

Jacob leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands over his stomach.

He was silent for a moment, then a slow smile curved his lips.

"That old fox Walker, is he afraid that Gherros will cause him trouble after he leaves Hafk?"

"Then we..." the one-eyed man asked tentatively, "...want to see him?"