Zhang Shiheng, the captain of the third group, was a middle-aged man with a cold demeanor, carrying a massive iron bow on his back.
"Understood."
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A white bus sped along a transoceanic bridge, cutting through the hazy fog.
This mission involved a seventeen-member squad, all seated on the bus headed toward the Forbidden Zone on the East Coast.
Before boarding, everyone received supply boxes distributed by the association.
However, per instructions, the boxes could only be opened upon reaching the designated location.
Though Gu Jianlin believed most members of this task force were laughably incapable and unworthy of being called elites, at least their outward conduct and composure were passable.
The newcomers were all young, but none appeared to treat this mission as a mere outing; their faces bore serious expressions.
After all, this was indeed a life-threatening ordeal.
