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

Langdon Harrison

Code name: Silver Wing

Former GTI Special Agent!

Proficient in electronic warfare techniques, skilled at erasing electronic device records to evade tracking!

He disappeared during an operation seventeen years ago and is presumed dead.

Zhang Zhao calmly closed the search interface, took another bite of the naan, and chewed slowly.

No wonder it felt familiar—it's Silverwing!

interesting!

He didn't deliberately look towards that corner.

Silverwing's mental attribute is as high as 15 points, and any unnecessary attention may be detected by the other party.

There was still a little over half a plate of roasted meat left. Zhang Zhao casually poked at it with his fork, but his mind was racing with calculations.

Was Silverwing's appearance here a coincidence, or did he have ulterior motives?

He recalled the background of the game from his past life.

During the operation to seize the "Skynet" Mandel Brick, Red Wolf's act of rescuing Gu ultimately moved Silverwing, prompting him to rejoin GTI.

But that was a long time later, and even after his return, he always remained wary of GTI's management.

At this moment, Silverwing was still considered a "dead man" among the various organizations.

Why would he be in this small border shop?

Who are you waiting for?

Or were you just passing by?

Zhang Zhao picked up the earthenware bowl and took a sip of barley wine. The bottom of the bowl tapped softly on the table.

He just happened to walk into the store at that time—was it really a coincidence?

Without thinking too much, he put down his fork, swallowed the last piece of roast meat, and stood up.

I picked up the tray, walked to the bar, pushed the dishes over, and turned to go upstairs.

The footsteps faded away along the wooden staircase, and the last soft sound of a door hinge turning came from the second floor.

In the hall, no one noticed that the old man lying in the corner had moved.

Silverwing lay on the table, breathing evenly, with barely audible snoring.

But beneath that loose, flabby exterior, his consciousness was racing.

GTI training suit!

There's a small area on the outside of the left arm – that's where the arm patch is reserved!

Young man, East Asian face, slender build, but with a steady gait!

not simple!

GTI......

He wandered around this border region for several years, seeing Hafk's patrols, Hamk's guards, and the scattered soldiers of various warlords.

But the people at GTI...

The last time I saw him was three years ago, when I saw a young man carrying a large shield from afar across a river.

Silverwing twitched his fingertip slightly, silently activating the tiny device beside his eye.

A scanning wave silently rippled out from the eye, spreading along the ground and covering the entire hall.

A dense array of footprints appeared on the floor—existing only in his field of vision.

A complete chain of footprints extends from the doorway to the bar, then from the bar to the table, circles around, and then turns towards the stairwell.

The footprints were highlighted in red, and the gait was steady with even strides.

Silverwing silently calculated the data in his mind, without even lifting his eyelids.

He is about 1.78 meters tall and weighs around 75 kilograms.

Strength is around eight to nine, agility is slightly lower than strength, around seven to eight...

This level of skill isn't top-tier, but it's not bad either.

To get more accurate data, we need to observe from a closer distance.

Thinking of this, Silverwing pretended to sway and stood up from the corner.

With a hunched back and unsteady steps, he staggered across the hall, bumping into two tables and eliciting a few curses.

After taking two more steps, he bumped into the shoulder of a burly man sitting by the aisle.

"Are you fucking blind?" The burly man suddenly looked up and shoved him away.

Silverwing cried out "Ouch!" and fell to the side, landing right next to Zhang Zhao's footprints.

He lay on the ground, mumbling a few words, as if the alcohol was too strong for him to get up.

The burly man cursed once and then looked away, too lazy to argue further.

Silverwing lay on the ground, his palms touching the earth.

The hummingbird camera has captured the odor sample, locked onto the signal, and is ascending the stairs.

After confirming that everything was in order, he slowly got up, staggered back to the corner, and slumped back onto the table, looking exactly like a drunken old man who had died.

But right under his nose, the perspective had already shifted.

The hummingbird camera's view unfolded silently—in the room, the oil lamp had already been dimmed.

Zhang Zhao lay on his side on the bed, facing the wall, motionless, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Silverwing's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Young people, they fall asleep so quickly.

He muttered to himself, realizing he had been overthinking things.

That makes sense. GTI is currently at its peak, so why would they send people to this godforsaken border region?

I guess they were just wandering around on vacation and stumbled into this store by chance.

Young people often think they can conquer the world with their skills, but little do they know that the waters of this land run much deeper than they imagine.

The hummingbird camera hovered in mid-air and checked again.

Silverwing completely lost interest and, on a whim, severed the connection.

The view shifted back to the dimly lit and noisy hall, where the smell of cheap ale filled the nostrils once again.

Boring~

He muttered something to himself and buried his face in his arms.

......

The instant he disconnected, Zhang Zhao opened his eyes in the room on the second floor.

The Relink brain-computer interface's warning system was activated the moment Silverwing scanned his footprints in the lobby downstairs.

But he did nothing; he just lay there quietly, letting the camera film him as much as it wanted.

Only when the feeling of being watched completely dissipated did he slowly blink, turn his head, and look down at his shoulder.

There was nothing left there.

The hummingbird camera has been removed, and not even a trace of its signal can be detected.

But just seconds before, that thing landed on his shoulder like a flying insect, less than ten centimeters from his neck.

He can see everything as soon as he moves.

Zhang Zhao silently exhaled and slowly sat up.

He glanced at the boots casually placed at the foot of the bed and couldn't help but mutter a complaint in his mind.

"So I just had my athlete's foot smelled?"

A former GTI Special Agent, staying up all night, pretending to be drunk and lying on the ground, just to smell the soles of his shoes?

Zhang Zhao shook his head, banishing the absurd thought from his mind.

He lay back down, the Relink brain-computer interface covering the entire building.

Silverwing made no other move, remaining slumped over the corner of the table, breathing steadily, and falling into a deep sleep.

"Old fox, you're smart enough to know your place."

Zhang Zhao silently defined the other person in his mind, then closed his eyes and truly relaxed his body.

He knew that a veteran like Silverwing, who had spent decades teetering on the edge of life and death, would not waste any more energy once he confirmed that the target was "harmless".

As long as you don't reveal any flaws, the other party will most likely not try to probe you again.

That night, the wind howled through the town.

Zhang Zhao slept very lightly, but enough to recover his strength.