The mission of occupation gradually came to an end.
Meanwhile, after Mo Shangjun finished eating two compressed biscuits, she put back on her communication helmet and exchanged information with other teams on the public channel.
One team after another reported that they had successfully completed their tasks, with minimal time difference, mostly within the same time frame.
Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows, uninterested.
Judging by the exact time, their team was still the fastest, but not far from the second team, just a matter of a few minutes.
This made her somewhat displeased.
Maintaining the first place is a given, but with their team's strength, not far surpassing second place is akin to failure.
So Mo Shangjun waved her hand and called for a temporary meeting with a few people in the group.
