On the vast white icefield, as far as the eye could see, there was only the endless expanse of snow and ice, boundless and without end, devoid of life, as the biting cold wind cut like sharp blades, chiseling the snowdrifts into countless strange shapes. This was a world of ice and snow, a deadly place where no life could thrive. Yet, on a small iceberg, a person lay quietly prone, dressed in white camouflage, with a well-camouflaged sniper rifle set up in front, eyes observing through the sniper scope. It was Luo Zheng.
Luo Zheng had long prepared himself mentally for the cold and was wearing specially-made cold-resistant clothing, but upon arrival, he realized he had still underestimated the frostiness here. A place where a breath would freeze instantly was not a place for ordinary people to survive. Luo Zheng hadn't expected to immediately face a pursuit battle upon arrival.
