At the Research Institute, the young man lounging on the couch gently put down his cell phone.
His dark eyes emanated a profound and gloomy aura, with a hint of chilling coldness.
Shen Zhizhu naturally discerned the evasiveness in An Zicheng's words.
With a faint curve to his thin lips, he slowly stood up, his white coat immaculate, falling casually.
His silver eyes reflected a cold light. Turning around, he looked towards the north.
——C Zone, huh...
"Sun, assistant," his deep and husky voice echoed in the quiet room, "I will personally deliver the equipment that General Zhang applied for last time."
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It takes over four hours to travel from A Zone to C Zone by car.
On the way, An Yeran had already thrown up multiple times.
If she had known the distance, she would never have agreed to An Zicheng's suggestion to go there!
"How did you pass the physical test with such severe motion sickness?" Chu Siming sneered.
