No sooner had the words been spoken, the main door was pushed open. Led by Guo Sicheng, several members of the research team, their faces urgent, hurriedly ran in holding several boxes.
"Mr. Guo, are you ready?"
Guo Sicheng, with bandages wrapped around his head, placed the boxes on the tactical table. They opened them in a row, revealing twelve cylindrical containers made of Titanium Alloy, with a faint green light flickering on them.
"All... all of them are here." Guo Sicheng, panting for breath, said, "All our research in Xilan City, including the complete experimental data of the Dark Mark. As long as we can take these out of the Extreme Cold Vortex and upload them to headquarters, they can quickly replicate the experiment results, and then... conduct a global broadcast!"
Among the crowd, Lin Xian’s eyes focused upon hearing this. He realized if everyone in the city perished here, the Dark Mark would still be undeliverable to other survivors globally. The experimental data that Wei Kexue acquired at the cost of his life, all the effort, would be in vain...
Zhao Yu stepped forward, picked up one of the beacons, and said, "There are twelve information beacons here that I had the research team urgently make. They contain the blood and sweat of the Xilan research team and all the colleagues who sacrificed for this. Even if all 70,000 people in the city perish, we must transmit the information of the Dark Mark. Only by broadcasting it globally to inform all the struggling survivors can more people be spared from encountering situations like ours."
"The sooner the Dark Mark is discovered, the quicker our Phoenix Society can advance in the study of the Dark Creatures, and fewer people will die."
Upon these words, everyone present understood the significance and importance of this mission. As a leader, he was ready for complete annihilation, so Zhao Yu must pass this information, which could impact all of humanity’s struggle against the dark forces, out.
But he also knew that all the Postman squads carried the Level 5 Mark. This mission was almost a suicide run.
Zhao Yu looked at Zhou Wuer and said, "Postman group!"
Zhou Wuer stepped up with a smile, and at the same time, Peng Peng and a total of twenty-four Nightwalkers of the Postman squad, all wore a solemn expression as they stepped forward.
"Each of your twelve Postman squads will carry one piece. The directions can be towards Da Liang, Quan City, or Xilin. The only goal is to escape the cover of the Extreme Cold Vortex and complete the information transfer!"
Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this.
Saturation transmission, for a moment, an unbelievably cruel atmosphere arose in everyone’s hearts as they looked at Zhou Wuer and his team with a mix of emotions.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Wuer immediately grabbed the beacon, muttering, "We’ll complete the mission, but it’s a pity we can’t help you fight the creatures; we have to retreat first, hehe~"
"Exactly, such a simple task~" Another Nightwalker Postman walked over with a smile to pick one up.
Soon, all twelve beacons were taken, and no one hesitated.
Standing beside Zhou Wuer, Peng Peng chewed on gum, looking slightly nervous. Zhou Wuer quickly patted her shoulder, whispering, "Don’t worry, just like usual."
"Time is of the essence, I announce, everyone begin action immediately."
At this time, Zhao Yu formally initiated the city-casting plan, and everyone in the hall prepared to leave the command center and begin their actions.
"Good luck to you all." Lin Xian walked up to Zhou Wuer, glanced at them, "Hope we get to meet again."
"Don’t say such discouraging words~"
Zhou Wuer smiled, "We’ll definitely meet again."
Lin Xian nodded, then turned to leave.
Watching everyone leave, Zhou Wuer took a deep breath, turned to his colleagues and said, "Let’s go, everyone be careful, we’ll celebrate with drinks back at headquarters."
"Haha, absolutely, absolutely!"
"Don’t lag behind, if headquarters receives eleven duplicate messages, it’ll be embarrassing~"
"Nonsense, I’ll be the first for sure."
"Come on, can you be faster than me?"
The Postman squad joked and laughed, seemingly without a care for the perilous mission behind the jovial façade.
Just as Zhou Wuer and Peng Peng were about to leave, a voice called out from behind.
Zhou Wuer turned back, suddenly noticing something flying towards him. He instinctively caught it and, glancing at it, his face lit up with joy.
"Hehe, you, you were willing to give me this to drink~"
Wen Zhuo gave him a complicated look, whispered, "The snow is heavy on the road, just take it to warm your hands and feet, run faster."
"Ah, this kindness, I’ll thank you first."
Zhou Wuer weighed the bottle of Xinghua Fenjiu in his hand, then waved to Wen Zhuo, turning to leave.
Wen Zhuo watched Zhou Wuer’s departing figure, his face melancholic, softly sighed, "Brother, don’t die..."
Beneath the black tide screen, the cold wind howled with snow grains through the streets and alleys of Xilan City. The battlefield of an all-night fight had yet to be cleaned up, with corpses of the Abnormal Body, human remains, and destroyed vehicles, all hastily buried by the blizzard within a few hours.
Under the night, the evacuation convoy had left Xilan City. A stream of car lights quickly disappeared into the vast blizzard, while inside the city, the convoy’s lights formed flowing stripes, and the remaining Survivor Caravan, under the command of the Investigation Corps and Phoenix Order convoy leaders, began to move orderly towards the three defensive lines.