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

"Alright, alright, stop standing around." The bee doctor yawned.

"You've been working hard for a day and a night. Those who need to rest should rest, and those who need to report should report. We can talk about anything else tomorrow."

The atmosphere visibly relaxed after he said that.

Luna glanced at Butterfly, whose face was noticeably pale, and asked, "What about her room...?"

"I'll take care of it," the bee doctor waved his hand.

"You guys go back and rest first. Die and Zhang Zhao haven't been assigned rooms yet. I'll take them to the logistics department to get their keys."

Luna nodded, turned and walked towards the passage on the side of the hangar, with Terrorclaw following behind.

Gu then left in different directions, taking out a communicator from his pocket as he went, presumably to report the mission status to his superiors.

In an instant, only Bee Doctor, Zhang Zhao, and Butterfly remained in the open space of the hall.

The bee doctor took a bunch of keys out of his pocket and tilted his head towards the exit of the hall.

"Let's go, I'll take you two to get your room keys first! There should still be someone on duty at the logistics department at this hour; if we're lucky, we might even get a free cup of hot tea!"

Die and Zhang Zhao nodded slightly, without any further formalities, and followed the bee doctor.

The logistics department is located in the west wing of the hall.

When the bee doctor opened the door, the light behind the duty desk was indeed still on.

A middle-aged woman in a military green uniform was dozing off at the table. Hearing the door open, she looked up and sleepily recognized the person who had entered.

"A bee doctor? In the middle of the night, can't a person get some sleep?"

She was complaining, but her hand had already opened the drawer, taken out two keys, and placed them on the table.

"Here, everything's already prepared for you. Take it and use it first! We'll get the rest tomorrow!"

The bee doctor smiled and thanked him, then casually took two keys from the table.

He glanced at the number on the key tag and handed one of them to Zhang Zhao.

"Sector B, third floor, at the end of the corridor. You can stay here for now. I'll take you to collect the supplies tomorrow during the day."

Zhang Zhao took the key, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket.

The bee doctor then turned to the butterfly and handed her another key.

"Your room is in Zone C, on the second floor, on the east side. You're neighbors with Gu and the others, and it's also very close to the medical room."

"Just manage for one night, and the logistics department will send you a set of basic supplies tomorrow."

"Thanks."

Butterfly took the key, her voice clearer than before.

The effects of the two pills were clearly wearing off slowly, and her exhaustion left her feeling somewhat tired.

She paused, then added, "The medical room... can it be opened now?"

The bee doctor was taken aback, then quickly realized. "You want to use it? Now?"

"I need to borrow the refrigerator to put some things in," Butterfly said briefly, without explaining further.

The bee doctor nodded. "Okay, I'll take you there."

Butterfly put the key in her pocket and turned to walk towards the other end of the corridor.

The bee doctor waved to Zhang Zhao:

"Go back and rest first. We can talk about it tomorrow."

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.

Zhang Zhao stood alone at the entrance of the logistics department, glanced at the key in his hand, and turned to walk towards the dormitory building in Block B.

On the third floor of Block B, Zhang Zhao walked to the end of the corridor, unlocked the door with his key, and went inside.

The room is much bigger than the one at the GTI training base!

The room is 40-50 square meters, with a double bed, a simple wardrobe in the corner, and a separate bathroom.

The sheets and duvet covers were all new and neatly folded, as if they had been prepared in advance.

Zhang Zhao sat down on the edge of the bed, lay back, and closed his eyes.

He was really tired!

The trip to Dam Zero was exhausting; I only rested for one night before taking a day off.

He then went to the space base, where he didn't get a full night's sleep for several days.

Upon arriving in Zhade City, before they even had a chance to rest, they were taken to Wutan City and fought for a day and a night.

After continuous high-intensity fighting and relocation, my mind was constantly on edge. Now that I've suddenly relaxed, a wave of fatigue washes over me.

Zhang Zhao fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already quite dark outside the window.

He squinted and fumbled for his phone on the bedside table. The screen lit up, showing 5:57 p.m.

He squinted to adjust to the light and saw that Gu had sent a message around 10 a.m. saying that they would meet at the cafeteria at 8 p.m. for a short meeting.

That's all the information available.

He tossed his phone back onto the bedside table and lay there staring at the ceiling for a while.

His stomach rumbled at just the right moment, reminding him that almost two days had passed since his last meal.

He sat up, stretched his neck, and at the same time, a thought popped into his mind.

Now I could go to the space base, see how things are going in Demoulan, and maybe even get a free meal.

This idea came naturally, and was even quite reasonable.

He already owed Demulan a favor, or rather, at least during those few days at the space base, Demulan hadn't treated him badly.

Besides... it's a good opportunity for Demulan to see if there's any way to get that medicine.

Zhang Zhao shook his head, temporarily banishing the thought, and got up from the bed.

He flexed his wrists and then closed his eyes.

The signs for the space base were still lit up, and he randomly chose the dormitory where he used to live.

After confirming that everything was correct, Zhang Zhao opened his eyes and let out a slight breath.

"Soul leaving its body—"

Black mist surged up from his feet again, enveloping him in less than a second.

That feeling of detachment returned, and when he regained his sense of reality, he found himself on a different patch of ground.

He opened his eyes.

The bedroom was still the same bedroom, but several stacks of documents were piled up on the table, scattered haphazardly.

There was a faint scent of shower gel in the air, along with moisture, indicating that the room had been taken over by someone else after Zhang Zhao left.

The sound of rushing water came from the direction of the bathroom, and a blurry figure could be seen through the frosted glass door.

Zhang Zhao was stunned for a moment, and just then the sound of water stopped.

He stood there, unsure whether he should turn back the way he came.

The Soul Separation ability has a cooldown period, and he had just used it once, so it was too late for him to leave.

In the two seconds he hesitated, the bathroom door creaked open.

Demulan came out naked.

She was casually drying her wet, silvery-white hair with a towel in one hand, water droplets sliding down her shoulders and neck.

Her movements were natural, and she clearly hadn't expected there to be a second person in the room.

Then she saw Zhang Zhao, and in her daze, the towel slipped from her hand and fell onto the carpet.

She froze for about half a second, then her expression completely changed.

She reached out with her left hand, grabbed the North Star on the table, and flicked it to send the knife tip flying!

She lunged forward, pinned Zhang Zhao to the bed, and thrust the switchblade toward Zhang Zhao's face.

Zhang Zhao tried to block with both hands, but his strength was no match for Demulan.

He quickly removed the Shadow special equipment he was wearing!

"It's me! It's me! Don't hit me!"

The tip of the knife suddenly stopped less than three inches from Zhang Zhao's brow.

Demulan was completely stunned.

Her long, silvery-white hair was still dripping wet, and her posture at that moment was not very elegant.

With one leg on the ground and the other bent at the knee and pressed against the edge of the bed, she straddled Zhang Zhao, her hands gripping the North Star and pressing down.

Water droplets dripped from her hair and landed on Zhang Zhao's forehead.

"Why is it you?"

Demulan's voice was tinged with surprise, but Polaris did not immediately retract it.

She stared intently at Zhang Zhao's face, as if trying to confirm whether this was an illusion.

Zhang Zhao remained in a blocking position with both hands, not daring to move an inch.

"Sister Lan...can we put the knife down first?"

Demoulin did not immediately let go.

She glanced down at herself, completely naked, then looked at Zhang Zhao.

The latter was trying her best to control her gaze from wandering, but the tips of her ears were already so red they were almost bleeding.

She paused for two seconds, released her left hand, grabbed the blanket next to her and wrapped herself in it, then straightened up and took a half step back.

"You'd better have a reasonable explanation!"