Countdown to return 6:00:00.
Six o'clock in the evening.
Twenty-five people were silently advancing northward through the dim woods.
Commander Qing Huai walked in the middle of the team, his expression grave as he surveyed his surroundings.
When the field team entered, there were over a hundred and fifty people, but now only a seventh platoon remained, and including Qing Huai, there were only 25 people left.
Cao Wei had been missing for over twenty hours, and Qing Huai knew that if he had not returned by then, it was likely he had encountered misfortune.
The team's only C-Class expert had fallen, whether the young man was killed by Cao Wei or not, they could not linger any longer.
As for the mission… they could only negotiate some interest swaps with the first and second houses after getting out.
Mysteriously, Qing Huai always felt a dangerous presence following from behind.
This feeling had no source or clues.