The night was deep, clouds obscured the moon, and no wind blew.
In the pitch-black woods, a bonfire was kindled, causing unnamed wild birds to fly away in alarm. Even the chirping crickets fell silent, curiously watching the fire grow stronger, daring ones hopped up to have a look, perhaps feeling a strong aura of bloodthirsty menace, they flew away in panic.
By the bonfire, a group of wounded sat together, Ghost Hand opened the camera on his helmet, shining a flashlight on one person, speaking in as calm a tone as possible, "Hi, we are the Huaxia Country Military, there are some questions we hope you can answer truthfully. What is your name? Where are you from? What do you do? Why were you imprisoned?" The helmet camera had storage function and could transmit signals via satellite, Lan Xing could receive them.
