A staff officer asked the leading middle-aged Caucasian man.
The Caucasian man waved his hand and said, "No need, I'm not that frail. Besides, Lune was a comrade-in-arms back in the day, so it's only right for me to wait for him here."
As soon as he finished speaking, several dots suddenly appeared on the distant horizon, and at the same time, the voice of a communications soldier reported:
"Target approaching, planning landing zone, Team Three please prepare for reception."
The ground crew immediately sprang into action, waving signal batons, guiding the five Black Hawk helicopters to land.
As the rotors ceased to turn, the surrounding noise also vanished, the cabin doors opened, and more than twenty people dressed in "S.E.R.B" gear walked out.
"Comlan, long time no see, you look even older than before."
Lune walked straight up to the Caucasian man and embraced him in a reunion after a long separation.
"You're still as annoying as ever, Lune."
