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The goose-feather-like snow kept falling, and the gale brought even more bitter cold.
An hour later, the Death Squad of the Immortal Sect, through great expense, teleported out of thin air onto the planet, appearing at a secret station fifty miles away from the base.
This was a secret location constructed by the Enforcement Hall, explicitly designed for situations like this, equipped with ample food and a signal receiver.
Of course, it could only receive signals from this planet.
Everyone made a safe landing, then maintained vigilance surrounding them, and began gathering intel. Shortly after, messages in the company channel began to flood in like a tide.
Four hundred and ninety-two neatly prepared individuals listened intently to what had happened.
The pre-teleportation mission briefing mentioned only one enemy, yet in reality, everyone would believe there had to be multiple enemies.
