Chương 1018: The Diary Of Maxwell

Three days later, on the Himalayan Mountains.

The harsh, cold wind blew over the top of the mountain. On the way up to the peak, green and red parkas could be seen partially buried under the thick snow.

Those were the remains of mountain climbers.

They were a harsh reminder of the perils and hardships faced by explorers.

Vaguely, there were already quite a number of people standing on the mountain peak. 

Their ages varied, comprising of both the youth and the elderly, but most of the people were young.

Maxwell was one of the few elders and no one seemed to be surprised by this.

It was not hard for him to join this team. After all, he had the support of humanity behind him. An undercover agent like him was the first of its kind.

The chill wind howled, yet not a sound was heard from the crowd.