At the corner,
Lingtong leaned against the wall, let out a gentle breath, took the box in her hand, her eyes regained their sharpness, and she turned to walk in another direction.
Half a minute later, she raised her hand to her forehead and quickly walked back, heading towards yet another direction.
The Battle Girl, equipped with a full set of terrain information and real-time 3D radar, had just taken the wrong path.
Yep, it must be the new mechanical arm's fault for not being accustomed to it yet.
...
'Ah, Dao Heart is pleased.'
Inside the cargo area of a military truck.
Wang Jixuan sat on a simple seat, looking at the projection screen in front of him, which displayed a simple standby animation without any signal input.
The cargo area was packed with bundles of yarn, leaving only three or four square meters of space in the middle, with two folding chairs placed there.
