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

In the cafeteria, the steam from the food mingled with the morning hustle and bustle.

Zhang Zhao walked in carrying his tray and instinctively glanced around.

Uluru was holding a naan bread and arguing with the bee doctor about something, their voices loud enough to lift the roof off.

The rest of the people sat in twos and threes, their voices mingling with the clinking of bowls and chopsticks.

He noticed that there was an empty seat between the Claw and the Butterfly, while the other seats were all occupied.

Die was holding a bowl when she looked up and saw him. She smiled and pointed to the empty seat next to her.

Without much thought, Zhang Zhao walked past a few stools and sat down in the middle.

As soon as he sat down, he felt a gaze sweep over him from the left.

Haizhao was drinking soup with his head down, but his ears were a little redder than before.

Zhang Zhao touched the tip of his nose, said nothing, and reached for the naan bread in front of him.

The butterfly on his right naturally picked up a small dish with her chopsticks and put it in his bowl, her movements quite natural.

"Hey! Everyone's here!"

Uluru swallowed the last bite of food, patted the crumbs off his hands, and

"Instructor Deep Blue, what important matter do you have to announce?"

At the head of the long table, Shen Lan put down her chopsticks and glanced at everyone present.

Red Wolf and Dragon were leaning back in their chairs.

Luna put down her water glass.

The bee doctor also toned down his playful demeanor.

Wuming sat quietly in the corner, holding a cup of tea, waiting for the next part to be told.

"I received an encrypted message this morning."

Deep Blue's voice was calm and unhurried, yet it immediately silenced the conversation around the table.

"It wasn't a routine contact from GTI headquarters, but rather intercepted through our own intelligence channels—it came from inside the AZ3 campus."

"AZ3?" Red Wolf frowned.

"Isn't that Hudson's stronghold?"

"To be precise, it is Hafk's last core industrial area in eastern Asara."

Shen Lan took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolded it, and placed it on the table.

"The message was sent via a public channel and was very brief—it contained only one word and one coordinate."

"Danger!" The location is near the AZ3 core reactor.

Uluru put down his cup, his expression unusually serious.

"Is this a cry for help? Who sent it?"

"The sender's identity is unknown, but the signal source has been traced to inside the AZ3 campus, most likely to be a staff member within the Hafk system."

Deep Blue paused for a moment.

"GTI's top management has also received the news and is discussing whether to send someone to investigate, but their attitude is ambiguous."

"Ambiguous?" Wei Long replied, his tone tinged with coldness.

"Are they trying to use us as cannon fodder again?"

"So I don't plan to wait for the higher-ups' decision." Deep blue eyes swept over everyone.

"We sent people to investigate, but only a small number—the objective was clear, and we aimed for a swift victory."

"If there is any unusual activity at AZ3, we need to get first-hand information before anyone else."

After a moment of silence at the table, Zhang Zhao put down the naan in his hand, already having made up his mind.

In his memory,

The storyline of AZ3 involves that earth-shattering crisis.

Only Liquid Nitrogen and Nameless participated in this operation, while Butterfly was in charge of command.

This is a crucial moment that cannot be missed.

He raised his right hand, his tone calm yet resolute.

Count me in.

As soon as he finished speaking, the butterfly on his right also raised its hand almost simultaneously.

"I'll go too."

"Add me to the list."

As they spoke, they both turned their heads to glance at Zhang Zhao, their gazes frank.

At the end of the table, Wuming placed his teacup on the table and raised his right hand.

"I'm more familiar with the core reactor and cooling system of AZ3 than you are—I spent some time at the Hafk nuclear power plant project back in the day."

His words were brief and powerful.

The last opening was for liquid nitrogen.

"I'll go too."

All eyes at the table were on him.

Hui Xiang put down his bowl and said, half-jokingly,

"Didn't you dislike those kinds of places? You never wanted to mention them before."

Liquid nitrogen, unusually, did not refute, but remained silent for a moment.

"It is precisely because we are familiar with it that we should go."

Some things...cannot be avoided.

He muttered to himself, head bowed, as if trying to convince himself.

After listening, Shenlan didn't ask any further questions.

He nodded, his gaze sweeping over the people who had raised their hands.

"That's settled then—Zhang Zhao, Wuming, and Liquid Nitrogen will form a reconnaissance team!"

"HaZhua and Die will be responsible for equipment logistics and command coordination. The operation is scheduled for... tomorrow morning."

He paused, then added,

"Maintain communication silence during the mission. If you encounter an emergency that you cannot handle, retreat is the priority."

"Understood." Several voices rang out almost simultaneously.

After the meeting, the group did not disperse immediately.

Zhang Zhao leaned back in his chair.

"nameless."

Upon hearing this, Wuming turned his head, his gaze questioning.

Zhang Zhao waved to him, signaling him to come over.

Wuming didn't ask any more questions and sat down in the empty seat opposite Zhang Zhao.

"What is it?"

Zhang Zhao did not rush to answer.

He first stretched his right hand under the table, and with a thought, the "Night Dew" outfit silently appeared and was held in his palm.

When he put his hand back on the table, there were two more things in his palm.

A deep blue mask, and a pair of dark blue gloves.

The nameless man's gaze fell on the two items, but he didn't rush to reach for them. "This is..."

"A set of special equipment."

Zhang Zhao pushed the mask and gloves towards him.

"Consider it an assignment from the R organization."

Wuming looked down at the mask and gloves, and remained silent for a moment.

"When did you get this?"

"Last night," Zhang Zhao said, not going into too many details.

"But that's not important. What's important is whether they're suitable for you."

He paused.

"The gloves have three skills—to catch the enemy off guard, to arrive uninvited, and to strike unexpectedly."

"The mask possesses a core ability—it remains undetected by gods or ghosts."

Zhang Zhao gave a brief explanation of each skill, and Wuming was completely bewildered after listening.

He looked down at the deep blue mask, his gaze focused.

After a dozen seconds, he reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the gloves first.

He tried them on and they fit his fingertips and knuckles perfectly.

Then he picked up the mask again.

I ran my fingertip along the edge of the mask and then clipped it onto the side of my head.

The moment the mask touched his skin, the edges tapered inwards, fitting perfectly as if it were custom-made.

Wuming flexed his wrist.

Then he raised his right hand, fingers spread, as if to confirm something.

"How are you feeling?" Zhang Zhao asked.

"It's very light and fits perfectly."

After he finished speaking, he clenched his fist. "It's like... something that should have been on me a long time ago."

"That's right." Zhang Zhao stood up.

"Going to AZ3 this time will be a good opportunity to test its effectiveness."

Wuming nodded without saying anything more.

He turned and walked towards the door, but after taking two steps, he suddenly turned to the side and his gaze lingered on Zhang Zhao for a moment.

Thanks.

Zhang Zhao waved his hand.

The noise in the cafeteria had gradually subsided, and a few people were still slowly drinking the remaining soup.