“They probably won’t park at a base, so please observe further to verify before you make your report. We don’t want to start an operation only to end up tipping off the enemy,”[1] warned the person on the other end of the communicator.

When Han Qingyu considered that the person on the other end was likely Qi Shantong, he didn’t bother arguing. That man wasn’t the type to show consideration or give special treatment to anyone. As a self-proclaimed “Coalition Purist,” he prioritized the Coalition’s interests and strength above all else, even if that tended toward risk and extremes in practice.

It was the dead of night in late November. The group’s dilapidated van had stopped behind some greenery and wild shrubs, around seventy to eighty meters from the run-down street.

The prolonged observation and waiting were enough to make anyone drowsy.

He Tangtang suddenly turned to look at S-19 and whispered in an uncharacteristically cautious manner, “Hey, what does it sound like? Didn’t you say it could talk? Why doesn’t it say anything then?”

“Her voice? She sounds just like the artificial...