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

Zhang Zhao's pupils contracted slightly.

The deep blue hand slapped the shield, the movement seemingly casual, yet with a clear rhythm.

The reactions of others were even more intriguing.

The bee doctor's fingers traced the hormone gun at his waist.

Gu glanced down at the firefly-filled pouch.

Hawthorn continued to play with the game console in his hand.

But Zhang Zhao knew that this was actually one of her special equipment—a signal decryptor!

Flint, on the other hand, stood at the very edge, hands in his pockets, a helpless smile on his face.

Zhang Zhao observed the reactions of everyone present.

He recognized every single item on the four members of Deep Blue!

Explosion-proof shields, steroid guns, swarms of fireflies, signal decryption devices...

Those are special equipment that GTI provides to its official operators, and each piece is unique in the world!

Could the surprise be special equipment?

Zhang Zhao had this guess but did not voice it.

Half an hour later, the medal awarding ceremony ended, and everyone dispersed from the training ground in Area A.

The sun was shining brightly, and the wind was gentle.

Uluru walked at the front, his drunkenness now dispelled by the good news!

"Fifteen days! A full fifteen days!"

He turned around abruptly, waving his finger in front of Zhang Zhao.

"Do you know how much barbecue I can eat in these fifteen days?"

"You ate three pounds of steak yesterday, aren't you feeling unwell?" Red Wolf followed behind, hands in his pockets, his tone indifferent.

"That's a lion's stomach!"

"You threw up last night!"

"That's to remove impurities!"

Wei Long did not participate in the bickering between the two.

He walked slowly, towards the back of the group, looking down at his phone.

"Wynn, what are your plans?" Uluru turned around and asked.

Wei Long looked up, pressed the lock screen button with his thumb, and put his phone back in his pocket.

"Go back to China!"

"Return to China?"

"Um!"

Wei Long gave a brief answer without offering any further explanation.

He paused, then turned his head to look at Zhang Zhao.

"What about you? Want to come along? The military is short-handed for an operation. If you're interested, I can ask around for you."

Zhang Zhao paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, you guys go ahead."

Wei Long didn't press further, he simply nodded.

Luna chimed in, "I'm also planning to go back."

"I haven't been able to contact a friend lately, and I'm a little worried, so I'm going back to check on them."

"Which friend?" Red Wolf asked casually.

"Those who trained together before..."

Luna didn't say much, but Zhang Zhao noticed that she unconsciously rubbed the arrow in her hand between her fingertips.

Red Wolf seemed to notice as well, but didn't press the matter further.

"Alright, I'll just wander around this area with Uluru. It's all the same stuff no matter where we go..."

"You're just trying to mooch off my barbecue, aren't you?" Uluru glanced at him sideways.

"I'd freeload off you? Your grilling skills are so bad I'm embarrassed to even mention them!"

"Who ate every last bone of that plate of lamb chops last night?"

"I was just giving you face!"

Zhang Zhao listened to the two bickering again, a slight smile playing on his lips, but he didn't join the fray.

He walked at the very edge of the group, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, but his mind was elsewhere.

A fifteen-day holiday is indeed a relaxing time for others.

But for him, this period of time actually allowed him to accomplish quite a lot.

For example—find out Hafk's side, or find out who the mole in GTI is!

After all, being away from the training base for fifteen days meant fewer eyes watching, making some things easier to do.

He kept thinking to himself, but his feet didn't stop.

The group dispersed naturally as they reached the entrance to the dormitory area.

The door is closed, and inside B-007, everything remains the same.

Zhang Zhao sat down by the bed, not in a hurry to move, but closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into the Relink brain-computer interface.

Battlefield Awareness - Off

[Communication Module - Standby]

[Fake Data - Running Normally]

He checked everything before focusing his attention on the communication module.

Without hesitation, he sent a short message.

"The GTI will be undergoing a 15-day rest period soon. I have no plans to travel at the moment, but we can arrange further contact later!"

After sending the message, he didn't just wait around. Instead, he switched back to the system panel and checked the current status.

[Host: Zhang Zhao]

【Strength: 8.8】

[Agility: 8.7]

[Endurance: 8.6]

【Spirit: 10.0】

[Tactical Skills: Proficient in Bajiquan, Proficient in Culinary Arts]

[Special Equipment: Shadow Special Equipment Set, ReLink Brain-Computer Terminal]

[System Space: Dragon Slayer, M1 Muscle Enhancement Needle x1...]

【Hafcoin: 8003502497】

[Collection Room: A Crown of Tears Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold]

......

In the monitoring room of the space base,

Demoulan sat in a swivel chair, the screen displaying the message Zhang Zhao had just sent back—

Demulan stared at it for a long time, his eyes unblinking.

The technicians stood beside the control panel, barely daring to breathe.

He glanced furtively at Demoulan's expression, then quickly lowered his head again.

"...A rest period?"

De Moulin simply couldn't believe it.

"Fifteen days?"

She turned her head to look at the technician, her bewilderment impossible to hide.

"They GTI...do they even have vacation time?"

The technician opened his mouth, then spoke cautiously.

"Captain...they just became official members, that's possible—"

"Why don't we have any in Hafk?"

Demoulin interrupted him, and the technician fell silent.

"...Fifteen days?"

Demoulin repeated the number again.

"On what grounds?"

She quickly went through the information Zhang Zhao had sent back over the past few days in her mind.

It's truly remarkable that I've survived being beaten up every day.

But—a fifteen-day holiday?

Demoulin tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"...Since he has fifteen days off—"

She paused for a moment, then looked back at the line of text on the screen.

"Then let him come to the space base!"

"Since I'm just killing time anyway, I might as well come over here and practice a bit!"

The technician was taken aback and quickly pressed for more information.

"...Captain, are you asking him to report to the base?"

"Um!"

Demoulan nodded, reached for the tablet, and quickly made a few strokes.

"Have him come over. Fifteen days is just enough for one round of training!"

As she spoke, a slight smile curved her lips.

"Physical fitness, tactics, reaction time, shooting—none of them can be neglected! Otherwise, he'll get beaten up again when he gets back!"

She paused, then added.

"I'm not jealous that he has a vacation!"

"Absolutely not!"

The technician stood there, staring at Demulan's expression, not daring to utter a single word.