One hour later.
In the third basement of the Federation's central research room, a purple rift appeared in front of Fang Heng.
Dimensional Rift!
Zombies, equipment, paper, tables, chairs...
Miscellaneous items in the room formed a strange distortion and were sucked into the space around the dimensional rift.
Mo Jiawei stood behind Fang Heng, extremely nervous.
"Hint: you have received an emergency communication from survival radio. "
"Chen Yu: Han Jiong is being impersonated by someone from Night Owl! The Federation's investigating it now. By the way, what's with the sudden attack on the Federation's secret shelter? You guys found out about the Night Owl guy and went to investigate the matter, right? "
Huh? So informed?
Mo Jiawei was stunned for a moment before he replied.
