章 87: 【84】Three-foot King Kong, punching the human world (Thanks to Ling Han Shu for the reward support)_2

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A hover car slowly descended in the mountain forest in front of the abandoned factory, its intense headlights piercing through the fog and barely illuminating the area ten or so meters ahead.

Within the half-exposed factory building, all was a vast expanse of white.

"Here? This is such a godforsaken place..." the blue-haired young man peered out, somewhat surprised.

The delicate man with glasses nodded with certainty, "Right here. It's even inside, at three o'clock, 120 meters in diameter..."

He hesitated as he spoke, "But I don't sense anyone else's presence... Could it be that the other party just hid the object here?"

"Who cares, if there's someone, chop them down; if we don't run into anyone, just grab the documents and get back to report," the blue-haired young man said decisively, getting out of the car and grabbing his war knife from the back seat, unsheathing a section of it, the cold light reflecting on his face.