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

Everyone nodded, and the division of labor was settled in the blink of an eye.

Luna didn't say much.

She untied the compound bow, secured the quiver, and then picked up a bundle of rope.

He walked up to the iron gate, opened it a crack, and slipped inside.

The iron gate closed silently behind her, and the sound of footsteps extended upwards along the passage, only to be quickly swallowed by the darkness.

"Is she alright on her own?" Lina stood by the shelves, her gaze lingering on the iron door for a moment.

"Luna is reliable." Gu slung his tactical backpack over his shoulder.

"Her specialized equipment is well-suited for high-altitude observation and long-range fire support; she's better suited for that position than any of us."

"Now, let's move the people from the hospital over here."

The four of them did not linger and returned the way they came.

The city of Utan remained gloomy under the cover of night, with a few faint gunshots heard in the distance, which lasted for less than a few seconds before abruptly ceasing.

Zhang Zhao walked at the front of the group, with his Relink brain-computer interface always on, taking in all the surrounding activity.

Most of the houses on both sides of the street were dark. Occasionally, a curtain would be lifted slightly and then quickly pulled down again. No one came out or shouted.

When I returned to the hospital, the mess in the lobby had been tidied up.

Several nurses were squatting on the ground, picking up the overturned medicine bottles one by one and putting them back into the cardboard box.

The young man who had been knocked down by the iron rain sat on a bench, his shoulder wrapped in a new bandage, a glass of water beside him, and he looked calmer than before.

Lina strode inside, her tone brief and concise.

"There are still a few patients with mobility issues upstairs. Let's move them to the bread cart in the back first. Those who can walk can walk on their own."

"Where to?" An older nurse looked up, her voice trembling.

"That old warehouse on the east side." Lina had already reached the top of the stairs.

"It's safer over there than here! Hurry up, we need to evacuate everyone before dawn."

The nurses exchanged glances, asked no further questions, and began to work separately.

Although the atmosphere in the hall was tense, it was no longer as deathly silent as before.

Zhang Zhao and the other two did not participate in the moving.

They were scattered around the hospital entrance, their eyes scanning back and forth along the street, forming a loose cordon.

About twenty minutes later, the bread truck started its engine.

Several nurses helped the elderly and the injured onto the vehicle one by one, and the young man also climbed into the back seat by himself.

Lina was the last to board the bus. She stood at the door, nodded slightly to Zhang Zhao, and then closed the door.

The bread truck drove east along the back alley and eventually disappeared around the corner.

"Let's retreat too." Gu emerged from the alleyway, dusting off his shoulders.

"Luna is already in position at the watchtower. She said there are no abnormalities in the surrounding area for the time being."

Zhang Zhao checked the activity at the end of the street one last time before turning around and following.

When the three of them returned to the warehouse along the way they came, the bread truck was already parked at the back door, and nurses and patients were filing in one after another. Lina stood by the door counting the number of people.

Gu stopped in front of the warehouse and exchanged a glance with Hazhua.

"As planned, we'll clear out the stragglers in Utan City tonight! Luna will provide visibility from the high ground, and the three of us will walk through the streets and alleys."

Zhang Zhao raised the M7, his index finger resting on the outside of the trigger guard. "Any specific targets?"

"Luna just sent back a message—" Gu raised her hand and tapped the communicator on her wrist.

"There is a gathering point in the northwest of the city, with about a dozen people resting in an abandoned house, including the two who ran away earlier."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhao couldn't help but think of Tie Yu and Lei Ting.

In the game's backstory, these two were Reiss's capable lieutenants, and their strength was by no means ordinary.

"What is the exact location of that house?"

"Luna said she could see the roof of that building from the watchtower." Gu paused, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Zhao and Hazel.

"That area is densely built up and not suitable for a frontal assault. We can use the intersecting routes of rooftops and alleyways to get closer."

Hawthorn raised his hand and pressed the earpiece. "Roger that, I'm going to the rooftop."

Zhang Zhao flexed his fingers. "I'll take the alleyway."

Gu nodded. "I'll provide support from the center, while Luna will provide suppressive fire from the high ground."

The night was as dark as ink, and the northwest corner of Wutan City was deathly silent.

Luna crouched atop the watchtower, her night-vision goggles zooming in on everything below.

She saw figures moving around on the roof of the residential building.

Instead of moving immediately, he laid the composite bow aside, picked up the M700 sniper rifle, and quietly lay prone.

Meanwhile, Zhang Zhao had already found his way to the back alley of that house.

The alley was so narrow that only one person could pass at a time, and the towering walls on both sides squeezed the night sky overhead into a slit.

He stopped at the alley entrance, and the Relink brain-computer interface silently unfolded, completely imprinting the outline of the house into his consciousness.

There were quite a few people; the total number across the several floors was far more than the dozen or so Luna had mentioned.

Just as he was about to continue, Luna's voice suddenly came through his earpiece.

"Shadow, there's someone behind the window directly in front of you, with their back to you. It's probably the Sentry."

"There's a rooftop platform about twenty meters to your left front; it's a better shooting position than the alley you're in now."

Luna was unaware that Zhang Zhao had already thoroughly investigated the surrounding situation through the Relink brain-computer interface and was still reporting the information she had seen.

Zhang Zhao turned his head and glanced to the upper left.

Sure enough, there was a low rooftop platform, about three stories high, with several discarded oil drums piled up at the edge.

"I saw it."

Luna continued, "But this place isn't easy to get up there. Whether you go inside or outside, you'll have to take care of a few sentries first."

Zhang Zhao looked around and indeed found no route that could be directly climbed.

However... he looked up at the roof, which was about ten meters above the ground, far from the limit of the Shadow Step skill.

"That's not necessarily true," he replied in a low voice, clenching his fists.

Dark mist welled up from his palm, winding its way up between his fingers.

Luna paused for a moment on the high ground, and before she could ask any questions, she saw Zhang Zhao's figure disappear silently from the spot.

Her pupils dilated slightly, and her finger unconsciously released the trigger.

My gaze left the empty alleyway and quickly moved to the rooftop platform.

Zhang Zhao was already crouching behind the abandoned oil drum.

He crouched down in the shadows, pressing one hand against his earpiece, his breathing steady.

"I'm in position!"

Luna stared at the figure for two seconds before putting her hand back on the trigger.

"How...did you do that?"

"Shadow Step, a special piece of equipment passed down through generations," Zhang Zhao replied.

Luna didn't press the matter further. She composed herself, increased the magnification of her scope, and scanned the residential building downstairs again.

"There is one person walking in the second-floor corridor... there are two more on the third-floor balcony... and at least four or five more in front of the door on the first floor."

Zhang Zhao squatted behind the oil drum, further narrowing the perception range of the Relink brain-computer interface, focusing on the interior of the residential building.

"There were six people in the lobby on the first floor: four around the table and two by the door."

"The one in the second-floor corridor is a mobile sentry post, and the two on the third-floor balcony are indeed sentries, but they're well-equipped—they have sniper rifles..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "They're letting people out for a lookout; it must be a key area."