Listening to the howling wind outside the container, the man whose face was covered in strange metal looked around, muttering to himself,
"This is an emergency transport? This journey is really unpleasant."
He pulled out a custom-made round Sky Communication device from his chest and pressed the button on it. Shortly after, a rustling sound emerged.
"Hmm, arrived?" a hoarse, icy voice came through.
"You shark are really dark; if it weren't for me forcibly entering hibernation mode, I couldn't have endured this unpleasant journey. I asked you to arrange the flight, not to be sent over like trash."
He glanced at the pile of boxes secured next to him, his own space miserably small.
"How else to evade the planet's defensive scans? I hope you're not as reckless as that damn fatty this time; if you fail again, don't bother coming back," came the venomous voice from the Sky Communication.
"No need to preach, if you're not confident then come yourself, and send the docking intelligence to me."
With a snort, the red light in his eyes swept over his palm, and he directly turned off the Sky Communication.
This damned shark, he would one day grind him into mincemeat.
His fist clenched tight, the leather gloves creaking from the pressure.
Night Teeth Team, level six unnatural mutants.
Transformed Man—Testom!
So far, 379 missions undertaken, not a single failure.
When had Testom ever needed instructing?
A beeping sound emerged, Testom took out a monocular and attached it to his right eye, a small holographic screen projected showing constantly flashing audio, video, images, and text.
After five minutes, he muttered to himself, "Daring to come out with the Blood Tooth Order, huh ..."
The unnaturally red glow in his eyes looked incredibly eerie.
He didn't possess Morris's strange survival skills, but he had explosive power far beyond what Morris could muster.
Moreover, Morris, that narrow-minded fatty, didn't have the guts for a large-scale assault.
From this, it seemed the best time for him to strike was at night.
After pondering for a moment, Testom stood up with a plan already forming in his mind.
As the cargo train roared on the high-speed tracks, no one knew it concealed a mechanically transformed man of extreme cold and cruelty.
In a city on an island about 2,700 kilometers from Zhongjing City, a tall man around 190 cm in height, with a bulky physique, lay on a sunbed by the beach, sipping from a straw with relish and watching the voluptuous blondes in front of him.
His brown skin gave off a deep, earth-like texture, wearing only swim trunks, unabashedly displaying his robust inverted triangle muscles.
Watching the seductive glances cast by swaying bikini-clad women, the man chuckled.
His fingers caressed a metallic round badge on his chest, which, upon closer inspection, was the special communicator of the Night Teeth Team.
"Although I'm only mildly interested in the position Sayar left vacant, I truly wouldn't mind competing for it if you also died. Bet you didn't expect me to be on Blue Capital Star too...hehehe, hahaha."
His eyes unintentionally caught the full figure of a bikini girl, his tongue licked his lips, and the brown-skinned man laughed heartily as he got up and walked over.
Night Teeth Team, level six natural mutants.
Man-eating Shark—Byron!
...
Mu Fan was enjoying himself shopping at the seventh comprehensive equipment store.
In his tactical backpack behind him, he had already packed some usable equipment.
Like that 60 manganese steel blade, rope, magnesium strips, and some special tactical tools, but what Mu Fan was most interested in were the various flavors of compressed biscuits.
Finally, under the incredulous gaze of the salesgirl, Mu Fan bought a whopping twenty kilograms of compressed biscuits!
Beef flavor, curry flavor, onion flavor...
Although the packaging designs are attractive, only those who have tasted it know what bizarre flavor it is.
Is this person sick?
However, when Mu Fan swiftly paid at checkout, the sales girl was overjoyed, since the total cost of these items turned out to be quite expensive.
Mu Fan, smiling, carried the huge package out of the store and continued onto the next one.
Unnoticed, the sky had grown dark, and Mu Fan, with the massive package on his back, had reached E9 District Electronics Square, squeezing out from the bustling crowd. As he looked around at the colorful lights, Mu Fan touched his stomach.
It was time to go back.
Just one more day until his re-assessment.
The elusive Flying Dragon, the mysterious and formidable Team S, specifically aiming at him for his final test.
Mu Fan's figure was unremarkable among the crowd, walking out towards the east exit of E9 Square, as some figures loomed not far off.
Mu Fan casually glanced over there then paid no further attention.
From morning till night, the number of people watching him had significantly decreased, but a few devoted individuals had not left.
But Mu Fan didn't mind; right now, he didn't need to act covertly.
Mu Fan's figure vanished at the east exit of the square as a group of intelligence officers hurriedly followed behind him, among them some diligent media personnel.
But at the same time, no one knew that at the west entrance of E9 District Electronics Square, a man in a jacket walked up, an ordinary baseball cap on his head, a windproof mask circling the inside of his collar pulled up to cover his mouth and nose, his lowered head obscuring his eyes.
Only when people accidentally bumped into him did they realize how hard his body was, painfully so.
When they tried to speak up about the pain, they saw his strong back and dared not say more.
Unperturbed, he simply continued walking with his head down, a monocular beneath the brim of his baseball cap.
Images flickered across the tiny screen projected from the monocle.
He walked a very strange path, always close to walls or corners, every corner of the electronics square preserved his figure.
Especially the steel trash cans, which received particular attention; whenever he walked by a trash can, his left hand in his pocket would subtly twitch.
It seemed as if he was throwing away some rubbish.
This motion was extremely subtle and inconspicuous among the chaotic crowd, going entirely unnoticed.
He trailed Mu Fan from a distance of 200 meters, indistinguishable from an ordinary person.
Even after Mu Fan left, he didn't rush and hurriedly leave; birds passed through the night sky...
Leaving the busy square, Mu Fan's steps lightened.
About forty minutes by car from the college, but with his walking speed, less than two hours.
Having received a Sky Communication from Nuonuo today, Mu Fan was in an unusually good mood.
However, as he turned a street corner, Mu Fan suddenly paused, squinting and looking up at the sky.
"Mu Fan, a concealed signal source has been detected above you!" said Black's voice suddenly.
A tiny black dot appeared high in the sky, seemingly a bird, but with Mu Fan's terrifying night vision, he could clearly see it was not a normal bird!
Palm-sized like a Rain Swift, but its wings were utterly still, a faint dark green sheen emanating from under the shadows.
What kind of bird is this!
It was entirely a drone, miniaturized to a fraction of a biological model.
Mu Fan instinctively sensed something was off.
"Just appeared?"
"Just appeared!"