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

After resting for a day and a night,

The next evening, in front of the warehouse.

Zhang Zhao leaned against the shelf, watching Gu and Haizhao stuff equipment into their waterproof tactical packs.

Gu moved swiftly, disassembling the M7 combat rifle into its upper and lower receivers, wrapping them in foam cloth, and stuffing them into the bottom of his bag.

Spare magazines, tactical chest rigs, communication headsets, night vision goggles, and first aid kits were all neatly arranged.

She closed the bag flap, tightened the strap, and glanced up at the clock on the wall.

"We'll depart at 6 a.m. tomorrow, take a helicopter directly to Bakshi, and then hike in after landing."

Hawthorn crouched next to another bag, its hands never stopping.

She removed the signal decipherer from her belt, stuffed it into the side pocket of her backpack, and then took out the data knives to check them one by one.

After confirming it once, she closed the bag and dusted off her hands.

He stood up, his gaze falling on the corner of the wall, and he frowned slightly.

Gu followed her gaze and stopped.

On the ground in the corner, there was an M7 rifle, three spare magazines, two flashbangs, a tactical knife, and several spare data throwing knives from the Haunted Claw.

Including the items they had already packed in their bags, the equipment alone, not counting the extra weight of ammunition, already weighed over forty kilograms.

The problem is, none of these things could be brought into the Tower of Babel.

Gu was silent for two seconds, then put the bag back on the table, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"We forgot the most crucial issue—security checks in Hafk."

Hazel tucked a data throwing knife back into his waistband, then looked up at her.

"Given how much importance Hafk attaches to this press conference, weapons, special equipment, and communication devices will all be confiscated at the entrance."

Gu unconsciously touched the bag strap. "No matter how well we hide, it's hard to fool security."

The two looked at each other and fell silent.

Zhang Zhao leaned against the shelf, his gaze sweeping over Gu and Haizhao, then lingering for a moment on the pile of equipment in the corner.

He silently calculated in his mind that he had twenty cubic meters of space in his system.

Let alone these guns and throwing knives,

It could easily fit all the tactical equipment for Gu and Haizhao, plus an off-road vehicle.

But the question is, how do we explain it?

He can't exactly say, "I have a system, don't worry."

The thought lingered in Zhang Zhao's mind for a moment before he suppressed it.

He cleared his throat and asked casually, "Are you worried about how to bring the equipment over?"

Gu and Haizhao turned their heads to look at him at the same time.

"What's your plan?" Gu asked.

Zhang Zhao did not answer immediately, but walked to the corner of the wall, bent down and picked up the M7.

"I'll give it a try," he said.

Gu and Haizhao exchanged a glance, clearly not quite understanding what it meant.

Zhang Zhao did not explain.

He held the M7 in his hand, and with a thought, the M7 disappeared in the next second.

There was a silence in the warehouse for about two seconds.

The expression on Hazhua's face was rapidly shifting from confusion to another emotion.

Gu didn't speak, but she had already put down the bag in her hand.

Feeling their gazes, Zhang Zhao naturally spread his hands.

"Don't look at me like that. This is one of the side functions of the Shadow's special equipment."

"You mean... your equipment not only teleports you, but also has a special space to store equipment?" Gu's tone was probing.

"About that, roughly twenty cubic meters." Zhang Zhao said without changing his expression. "And it has to be done by touching it directly; you can't take it from a distance."

Hazha remained silent; this explanation did not completely dispel her doubts.

But the Shadow Set's teleportation ability is already ridiculously high.

Adding a personal storage space seems... reasonable, doesn't it?

Haizhao's lips moved slightly, but in the end he said nothing, only looking at Zhang Zhao with a complicated gaze.

The Gu's reaction is more direct.

She leaned against the table, fastened the buckle on her bag strap, and turned her head to the side.

"So you mean you can take my equipment and Hag's gear with you?"

Zhang Zhao nodded. "Leave it to me."

Gu remained silent for a moment, then took off the firefly pouch from her waist and handed it to Zhang Zhao.

"Then try this."

Zhang Zhao took the bag, his mind racing again.

The next second, Gu's tactical pack disappeared from sight, just like the M7 from before.

Silence fell over the warehouse once again.

Finally, the monstrous claw couldn't hold back any longer, "What on earth is that outfit of yours?"

"I already said, it's a family heirloom."

Zhang Zhao replied, took the Gu packet out of the system space again, and placed it on the table.

"Give me your equipment. I'll retrieve it when we're inside the Tower of Babel and need it. That way, we'll get past the security check."

Hareclaw stared at him for a while, then crouched down again and handed him the equipment piece by piece.

"Since you have the ability—then take them all."

Gu also pushed over another bag that she had already packed away.

"Take them all with you, as backup for Baksh."

Zhang Zhao did not refuse and put the Gu and Haichua equipment into the system space one by one.

M7s, magazines, chest straps, claws, and special equipment like the Gu were all neatly arranged, leaving no stone unturned.

The three of them stayed in the warehouse for about twenty more minutes and finalized the remaining details.

On the Gu's flat map, Baksh's area was magnified to its maximum size.

"After we arrive in Bakshi tomorrow, we'll stay at a hotel on the outskirts!"

"The press conference starts at 9 a.m. the day after tomorrow. I'll arrive an hour early to talk to Rometheus..."

Zhang Zhao did not ask any further questions.

What I need to know, I already know; asking about what I shouldn't know now is pointless.

"Alright, that's settled then! Let's head to the cafeteria first; the Bee Doctor and the others must have been waiting for a long time!"

At that moment, the monstrous claw stretched and yawned.

"If I'd known Shadow had this, I would have let him deal with it himself."

......

The lights in the cafeteria were as bright as ever.

The bee doctor was indeed already sitting and waiting for dinner.

He was arguing with Uluru when he saw the three of them push the door open and immediately changed the subject.

"Hey! You three finally arrived! If you hadn't come, I was going to go to the warehouse to bail him out!"

The bee doctor waved, and several large plates of food, steaming hot and rising from the table, were already laid out.

Uluru sat across from him, with a mountain of plates piled up in front of him. "I almost started eating first."

Zhang Zhao sat down next to the bee doctor, and Gu and Haizhao also took their seats.

Luna and Butterfly were already seated at the end of the table, while Bit leaned back in a chair in the corner, holding a cup of tea.

"How did the discussions go? Are the procedures finalized?" Bee Doctor teased, tapping the Gu with his chopsticks.

"You're meeting an old acquaintance this time, aren't you nervous?"

Gu was picking up food with her chopsticks when they paused in mid-air for a moment before falling back down nonchalantly. "What's there to be nervous about?"

"Tsk~" The bee doctor wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

The atmosphere around the table gradually relaxed, and Uluru started a new round of discussion about "who is the strongest assault team in the base".

The bee doctor occasionally chimes in, stirring up trouble.

Bit quietly sipped his tea, his gaze occasionally glancing at the conversation, while Butterfly and Luna chatted in hushed tones.

Zhang Zhao picked up a piece of meat and chewed it slowly, his mind already racing with countless thoughts.

The Tower of Babel—that's where he woke up, and then he was sent here!

This time, he went back voluntarily, but his identity was completely different...

"Oh, right," the bee doctor suddenly put down his chopsticks and turned to look at Zhang Zhao.

"After you guys set off tomorrow, we'll have to get busy at the base too."

"Deep Blue and Flint are finishing up in Utan City, and they probably won't be back for a few more days. It's just the few of us left here to keep an eye on things."

"Contact me anytime if anything happens..." The bee doctor paused, unusually refraining from further banter.

"The Tower of Babel... is no ordinary place. The three of you shouldn't be reckless; your most important thing is to protect yourselves!"

The topic suddenly became serious, and everyone around the table fell silent for a moment.