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

As soon as the two finished speaking, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from behind them.

Claire burst out from the flank amidst the smoke of gunpowder, followed closely by dozens of Hafk soldiers.

"Sister Lan!"

She ran to Demoulins' side in a few quick steps.

"I brought everyone who can move from the dock!"

Demulan's gaze swept quickly over the group behind her; the soldiers looked tense, clearly having just experienced a brief exchange of fire.

Her tone softened slightly.

"What's the situation at the dock?"

"A few small fry tried to sneak in via the waterway, but they were driven back."

Claire pulled the creed from her waist and casually wiped the blood off the blade on her sleeve.

"It's nothing serious, just a few of the brothers got hurt."

Demulan nodded, his gaze returning to the industrial ruins ahead, now stained with the flames.

The night breeze, carrying waves of heat, brushed against her face; she squinted slightly.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, let's—"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly stopped.

At the boundary between the flames and the thick smoke, two figures were walking unhurriedly through the ruins towards this side.

A man with dark skin, an arrogant gait, and a Nepalese dagger at his waist, whose appearance bore a striking resemblance to Zhang Zhao's Dragon Slayer.

But Demulan immediately recognized it as Reiss's signature weapon—Elegy!

The other one wore a hood and twirled a crimson claw knife between his fingers; his identity was self-evident!

Saeed!

Demulan slightly shifted the muzzle of the M700, his pupils narrowing in the flash of fire.

"Claire, you take care of those stragglers. I'll handle these two!"

Claire didn't ask any further questions, but simply nodded and turned to make a gesture behind her.

"Come with me! Let's find those small fry one by one!"

Dozens of gray figures followed closely behind, quickly dispersing into the ruins and bunkers of the industrial zone.

Gunshots and shouts of killing erupted from the flanks almost simultaneously.

Reis also stopped at this moment.

He stood in front of Demulan, tilting his head to examine the figure behind the cover.

"Demoulan, surrender!"

Demoulin did not answer; his finger was on the trigger, and his breathing was steady.

As if he hadn't seen the dark muzzle of the gun, Reis continued walking forward.

"I said, let's make a deal—if you obediently hand over the space base, I might consider leaving you a whole corpse?"

Before the words were finished, a gunshot ripped through the night sky.

The M700's muzzle flashed briefly, and the spent cartridge ejected from the side, bounced twice on the ground, and rolled into the ashes.

Reis tilted his head, and the bullet grazed his left ear, carving a deep crater in the ruins behind him, sending rubble flying.

He touched the faint bloodstain on the edge of his earlobe and shrugged indifferently.

"You know—at our level, firearms are actually a burden!"

"It's fine for bullying weaklings, but against someone of similar strength, that muzzle velocity is simply not enough!"

Demulan said nothing more, casually tossed the M700 aside, reached his right hand behind his waist, hooked his fingertips around a knife handle, and gently pressed down with his thumb.

"Whoosh~"

A silver-white blade shot out from the hilt.

She twirled the knife in her palm, then gripped it firmly in her other hand.

"Polaris..." she whispered, as if confirming something with the knife.

He then stepped out of the cover and walked towards the center of the battlefield.

Reis's smile deepened in the firelight.

"Finally, they're taking it seriously!"

Said stretched his shoulders and neck, and moved forward with Reese.

The three of them were getting closer and closer.

Flames climbed and burned on the ruins on both sides, thick smoke billowed into the night sky, swirling in the heat.

De Moulin made the first move!

She started off extremely fast, almost skimming the ground as she went.

Three steps later, the blade suddenly exploded—a silver light aimed straight for Reis's throat!

"clang--"

Wan Ge blocked with his sword, sparks flying between the two!

Reis's pupils contracted for a moment; the force he received far exceeded his expectations, sending him staggering back several steps.

Before he could regain his balance, Saeed had already entered the fray.

He leaned to the side, his claw blade slashing upwards, the crimson light grazing Demulan's side.

Demulan turned to the side and swung his elbow at the back of Saeed's head.

Saeed bent his knees and ducked to avoid the elbow strike, while simultaneously sweeping out his left leg towards the back of her knee.

Demulan raised his leg to avoid the sweep, and the moment he landed, he reversed his grip on the blade and thrust it back, aiming straight for Said's ribs.

As Said stepped back half a step, Reis's elegy slashed down from the side.

She twisted her wrist, the blade drawing a semi-circle in front of her, deflecting both weapons simultaneously. She spun two steps forward and then stabbed at Reis's wrist with her other hand.

The three figures clashed and intertwined amidst the flames and thick smoke, their movements accelerating with each flicker of light.

......

Meanwhile, on the roof of the central control building!

Zhang Zhao squatted on the edge of the platform, the night wind carrying the smell of gunpowder coming from the direction of the industrial area.

He didn't rush into action. Instead, he first scanned the battlefield below, and only after confirming that the situation was still deadlocked did he make a decision.

The Shadow Set cannot be worn here!

After all, his armband was Shadow, and if someone caught a glimpse of its outline, even just a fleeting glance, they might associate Shadow with him.

This identity has just been established in GTI and cannot withstand any storms!

He took a deep breath, his consciousness shifted slightly, and the Shadow Suit on his body silently faded away.

The next second, another set of equipment emerged from the void and adhered to his body.

The dark gray tactical uniform was made of a close-fitting yet unrestrictive fabric, with a short cape draped over the shoulders, the edges of which fell below the shoulder blades.

He had a silver-gray tactical waist pack around his waist; its simple design meant it was almost unnoticeable unless you looked closely.

Then... he suddenly felt an itch on the top of his head.

"...No way?"

Zhang Zhao froze for a moment, then instinctively raised his hand to touch it—his fingertips touched a pair of furry ears that were trembling slightly.

The texture felt surprisingly realistic; you could even feel the slight coolness of the wind brushing past your ear.

His lips twitched, suppressing the strange sensation for the time being; there were more pressing matters at hand.

He now held a gun in his hand—an AWM sniper rifle!

Completely different from the dark green gun body he remembered, this gun was entirely silver-white, with fine dark patterns engraved on the barrel and receiver.

Zhang Zhao gripped the gun; it felt incredibly natural!

[Bai Li Shouyue Special Equipment Set - Already Worn]

[AWM Sniper Rifle (Customized) - Already in Service]

[Tranquil Eye Tactical Waist Pack - Activated]

He didn't rush to set up his gun.

He crouched down, and with a thought, his waist bag vibrated very slightly.

[Stealth - Activated]

[Condition: Not in combat, in contact with a wall]

Status: Effective

Zhang Zhao looked down at his hand—the palm lines were still there, but the color had become almost transparent.

He tried moving his fingers, and there was no misalignment of light and shadow, nor any flickering of outlines. The concealment effect was excellent!

After confirming that everything was correct, he slowly picked up the AWM and placed the eyepiece of the high-powered scope over his right eye.

The world in the mirror zooms in and magnifies in an instant.

Zhang Zhao adjusted his breathing, and with his thumb, he turned the knob on the side of the lens barrel, gradually increasing the magnification to 12x.

The camera slowly pans across the entire industrial area, finally settling on the gleam of clashing blades in the central square.

About a kilometer away, three figures were rapidly passing each other.

The flashes of blades and the shadows of their blades constantly appeared and disappeared, each collision sparking a burst of sparks that vanished in the night.