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

Zhang Zhao was stunned for a moment.

No conditions!

Demoulin's words rolled over in his mind twice before finally settling down.

He looked up at Demoulin, who was looking down at his phone.

De Moulin is truly exceptional in his treatment of his subordinates!

"Thanks," Zhang Zhao said.

Demoulin didn't look up; the faint light from her phone screen illuminated her face.

"The medicine is fine; someone will bring it over later."

She paused, then added,

"If your friend needs any equipment for follow-up treatment, you can let me know. I have the resources I can get."

Zhang Zhao nodded and didn't say anything more polite.

The room was quiet for a few seconds. Claire cleared her throat, and Zhang Zhao seemed to suddenly remember something.

"So—Sister Lan, what's the situation in the core area right now?"

Demulan's finger hovered over the phone screen for a moment, then she put the phone down and turned her head to look out the window.

Night had completely fallen, and in the distance, in the direction of the core area, several emergency lights were flashing.

"It's basically all destroyed." Her voice was calm.

"Once the load-bearing pillar of the central garden exploded, most of the core area collapsed, and it will take at least two or three months to restore basic operation."

"What about manpower?" Zhang Zhao asked.

Demoulin was silent for two seconds.

"The casualties are heavy. We are currently taking a list, and the situation... is not optimistic."

Zhang Zhao didn't speak again, and Claire also fell silent.

Zhang Zhao fell silent, his gaze fixed on Demulan's face.

The image he had seen through the helicopter window that day resurfaced in his mind.

"Is there anything else you need?"

Demulan suddenly turned his head and looked at him. "Since you're here, tell me what you need."

Zhang Zhao was taken aback by her question.

He subconsciously lowered his head, his consciousness sinking into the system panel, his gaze falling on the collection room function.

Red-quality items can be collected.

He remembered that there were indeed a few items in the space base that were "specialties" of this map in the game from his previous life.

GTI satellite communication antenna, and rocket fuel!

"I..." Zhang Zhao raised his head, carefully considering his words.

"I saw some things when I was walking around the base a few days ago."

Demulan tilted his head slightly. "What is it?"

"GTI satellite communication antennas, and rocket fuel," Zhang Zhao said. "Do you have any more of those two things?"

Demulan raised an eyebrow, as if to confirm whether he was joking.

Then she slowly asked, "What do you need those things for?"

"...Collect it." Zhang Zhao said without changing his expression.

Claire, standing nearby, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Demulan didn't laugh, he just looked at Zhang Zhao.

"The communication antenna is an old model with limited signal coverage. We replaced it with the Skynet system a long time ago."

"The rocket fuel reserves aren't huge, but there's definitely still a considerable amount left!"

She paused for a moment after saying this.

"If you want it, I'll have someone pack it for you, so you can take it with you when you leave."

Zhang Zhao nodded without hesitation, "Okay."

Just then, Demoulins' phone lit up.

She picked up her phone, swiped a few times, and then put it back on the table.

"The medicine has arrived, and those two items have been packed up too. Do you need a plane to take you back?"

"No need," Zhang Zhao shook his head. "I can teleport back."

Desmulan and Claire were both taken aback for a moment before they realized what was happening.

"I forgot about that."

She rubbed her temples and waved her hand.

"Have Claire take you to the control building to get your things. The medicine and the equipment you need are in the warehouse over there."

Zhang Zhao nodded and turned to walk towards the door.

Claire had already opened the door first, leaned against the door frame, and winked at him.

"Let's go, collector."

The two walked out of the dormitory one after the other and headed east along the corridor.

The door closed behind them.

Demulan stood there, his gaze fixed on the closed door, before slowly shifting it away after a dozen seconds.

Do you want to collect these two things?

She didn't think Zhang Zhao was a collector at all!

Although their interactions over the past few days were brief, they were enough for her to form a basic judgment about this person.

Demulan turned his head and looked at the neatly folded quilt at the foot of the bed.

Let's not talk about what just happened, but Zhang Zhao's special equipment...

Does the GTI have this technology?

As a member of Hafk's inner circle, she has a fairly clear understanding of the military equipment level of the world's top organizations!

Hafk's self-developed Relink brain-computer interface is already a cutting-edge product in the current technological field.

She had seen the Skynet system, military exoskeletons, and nanomedical technology with her own eyes!

But human body transmission?

This kind of ability shouldn't even exist in this world!

At least in her understanding... this is not scientific!

Demulan lowered his eyelids, and for some reason suddenly remembered the cat ears on the roof of the control building that day.

If that person is Zhang Zhao, then it seems... his disappearance into thin air can be explained?

She frowned slightly.

This conclusion made her somewhat uneasy, because she didn't know Zhang Zhao very well.

All she knew was that the other person was a perfect fit for the ReLink brain-computer interface, was bought by Hafk and had the brain-computer interface implanted, and then infiltrated GTI as an undercover agent.

This was her task; she was responsible for monitoring and directing this person.

But in the end, she only had a few days of contact with Zhang Zhao.

If that thing could teleport, Zhang Zhao could easily leave Hafk and peacefully be his operator in GTI.

Don't even mention Relink brain-computer interface—she didn't believe it when Zhang Zhao fought Claire head-on with an attribute of around 2!

Not to mention the brief exchange just now, Demulan was basically certain that the data returned by the Relink brain-computer interface was definitely wrong.

Moreover... the Relink brain-computer interface isn't something that can't be removed by GTI.

But he still showed up here, taking the initiative to come back to find her.

This shows that, at least at this stage, he has no intention of betraying Hafk—at least not her.

Demulan suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

She shook her head, turned around, and took off her bathrobe.

......

Claire walked ahead in the corridor, her hands in her pockets.

"Your friend... is she a girl?"

"Um."

"Wow, you're something else. You made a special trip to the space center just for your friend's illness," Claire chuckled.

"You seem to care about her quite a bit."

Zhang Zhao didn't reply, but simply gave a noncommittal "hmm".

The two turned a corner, and the back door on the first floor of the control building appeared in front of them.

Claire swiped her access card and went inside.

Behind the door is a small storage area; the space isn't large, but the items are neatly arranged.

A medical incubator stood against the wall.

Next to the insulated box, on the ground, was a white, pot-lid-shaped device, which was the GTI satellite communication antenna, and a barrel of rocket fuel.

Claire walked over, bent down, picked up the barrel of rocket fuel, weighed it in her hand, and then turned to look at Zhang Zhao.

"The medicine is in the insulated box, and the antenna and fuel are also ready."

"You have quite a lot of stuff. Can you carry it all by yourself?"

Zhang Zhao stepped forward, opened the lid of the medical kit, quickly glanced inside, found five bottles of medicine, and stuffed them all into his pocket.

He then bent down, picked up the GTI satellite communication antenna with one hand, and took the rocket fuel canister from Claire with the other.

"No problem," he said calmly.

Claire glanced at him, said nothing more, and simply stepped aside to let him pass.

Zhang Zhao stood still, smiled, and spoke!

"Soul separated!"