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

In Chang Gong Valley, the sun is about to set.

Reis leaned against the headboard, still holding a red button in his right hand.

Half a day had passed since he pressed the detonator.

He imagined the ruins of the space base, and his grin widened, revealing two rows of uneven teeth.

Almost all of his teeth had fallen out, with only a few hanging crookedly on his gums, swaying slightly with his smile.

"Hehe...hehehe..." The laughter squeezed out from between his teeth, sounding very distorted.

"Demulan... your crappy base... haha... it's over... all over..."

He mumbled indistinctly.

Said stood at the door of the wooden house, shook his head, and left.

In his opinion... Reiss is a demon!

He's been laughing for almost a whole day since he pressed the detonator!

Reis turned his head to look at Said.

The setting sun painted the horizon a dark red.

Reis suddenly stopped laughing. He stared at Said's retreating figure, then slowly sat up straight, supporting himself on the edge of the bed.

"...What's the point of following Hamk?"

"The space base, Hafk's territory, I risked my life to bomb it, and after I finished... what did I get?"

"Are you covered in injuries?"

Reis tapped his knee twice unconsciously with his fingers; his mindset was undergoing a dramatic shift!

What, Asara!

What are you talking about, Haffk and Hamk!

None of that matters!

Only by becoming strong ourselves!

Only by possessing his own power can he have a voice in this world!

He turned his head and his gaze fell on the mirror in the corner of the room.

His face was reflected in the mirror.

With his dark skin, a bandage wrapped around his head, and his left shoulder also wrapped, he looked extremely disheveled.

At that moment, a brilliant plan had already formed in Reis's mind!

His lips slowly parted into a wide grin, which aggravated the wound on his lip.

Blood streamed down his chin, but he didn't care.

"Hehe...haha...hahaha!"

"Boss Hamk... it's time for Longbow Valley to have a new master!"

......

The helicopter rotors churned as Zhang Zhao sat on the edge of the cabin, his legs dangling outside the door, one hand gripping a nylon rope.

On the distant horizon, the outline of Zadeh City was already faintly visible.

He glanced back; the place was now some distance from the space station.

Zhang Zhao withdrew his gaze, loosened the rope, and slid down.

The moment his boots touched the ground, he bent his knees to absorb the force, rolled half a circle on the Gobi Desert, and then stood up again.

The helicopter hovered above him for a moment, then pulled up and flew back towards the space base.

Zhang Zhao watched as the helicopter became a black dot on the horizon and then disappeared completely.

He determined the direction and started walking towards Zadeh City.

There was still more than an hour until the sun completely set.

Zhang Zhao didn't think about it any further, because as things stood, the matter was beyond his control.

He simply continued to play his role well, outwardly a full-fledged GTI operator, but secretly continuing to act as his spies.

As for Hafk's messy affairs, that's none of his business.

It was just tough on Demulan; having spent these past few days at the space base, he had come to understand Demulan quite well.

She is a typical example of someone who appears cold on the outside but is warm on the inside, and she treats her subordinates extremely well!

Many of the soldiers at the space base were genuinely loyal to her, not to the Haffk people.

But the scene I saw through the helicopter window before I left is still etched in my mind.

Demoulan knelt at the edge of the ruins, moving a piece of concrete with his bare hands.

Claire stood beside her, leading her men to check if there were any survivors.

That image was inexplicably jarring!

Zhang Zhao felt that Demulan's heart was about to break.

But there's nothing he can do; he can't stay at the space base right now.

Attacked last night, then a massive explosion today.

Space bases attract the attention of the vast majority of organizations.

The risk of him being exposed while he stays there will increase dramatically!

......

The outline of Zadeh City is becoming clearer and clearer!

Unlike the remote camps like the GTI training base, Zadeh is a real settlement on the northern border of Asara!

The city wall is not high, but it is thick and is built with a mixture of local gray-yellow adobe bricks and stones.

Several watchtowers jut outwards from the city wall, and figures can be seen moving on them.

Zhang Zhao approached the city gate from the southwest via a dirt road. There weren't many people coming and going here, just a few scattered merchants and armed men carrying guns.

He blended into the crowd without attracting any extra attention.

Once inside the city, the road surface changed from a dirt road to a gravel road, and the houses on both sides became more densely packed.

The ground floor houses shops and workshops, while the upper floors are for living.

The air was filled with various smells, and occasionally you could smell the aroma of grease from a barbecue stall.

Zhang Zhao walked along the main street for a while, then stopped at a fork in the road and glanced at the navigation on his phone.

The address provided by Shenlan is in the north of the city, about a 20-minute walk from here.

He put his phone back in his pocket and turned into the alley on the right.

After taking only a few steps, the Relink brain-computer interface suddenly emitted a weak signal feedback.

Zhang Zhao did not stop walking, but his senses had already spread out silently. About thirty meters ahead, a figure leaned against the shadow of the wall, relaxed, with his hand on his waist.

The person's silhouette looked somewhat familiar!

He continued walking forward without making a sound, and as he passed by the figure, the other person spoke first.

"Zhang Zhao?"

His voice was deep, with a hint of smokiness.

Zhang Zhao stopped and turned his head.

In the shadows of the wall, the man straightened up, revealing half of his face—Flint.

"Instructor Flint? What are you doing here?" Zhang Zhao asked, somewhat surprised.

Flint leaned against the wall, holding a brown paper bag in his hand.

He looked Zhang Zhao up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment on Zhang Zhao's bare left arm.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

Flint pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and put it in his mouth.

"Deep Blue said you were going to be out of contact for fifteen days, and it's only been seven days. How did you end up in Zadeh City?"

Zhang Zhao did not rush to answer.

He glanced at the paper bag in Flint's hand and had some guesses in his mind.

"It's a long story..." Zhang Zhao paused, "Who are you buying medicine for?"

Flint paused for two seconds, then took the cigarette from his mouth and held it between his fingers. "Uluru..."

Zhang Zhao frowned slightly. "What's wrong with him?"

"I've been shot."

Flint's explanation was brief, but Zhang Jiayan's fingers tightened slightly.

"Red Wolf... is also injured, more seriously than Uluru."

"Red Wolf?" Zhang Zhao's heart sank. "What happened to him?"

Flint turned his head and looked at the gray-yellow sky at the end of the street. He spoke after a long while.

"After you left, Red Wolf and Uluru also set off, saying they were going out for a stroll to clear their heads."

"On the sixth day, we received a distress signal—not from them, but from a nearby village, saying they had been attacked by armed forces and were requesting assistance."

He paused for a moment after saying this.

"The two of them happened to be passing by that village, and when they heard the gunshots, they rushed in."

How many people are on the other side?

"About thirty-odd, their equipment isn't top-notch, but their firepower... is fierce!"