Gunfire rang continuously inside the gates of Shelter 13, while chaos reigned outside.
More than ten thousand soldiers in exoskeletons rushed toward their battle positions, followed closely by combat drones. Countless newly deployed "humanoid combat armors" also marched out from beneath the shadows of the ruins.
As early as the end of last year, the Enlightenment Society had been steadily transferring its assets to Shelter 13.
Aside from the means of production and technical documents already moved inside the shelter, a considerable amount of personnel and equipment had gathered outside Shelter 13's gates.
It was impossible to cram all of that into the shelter, especially the garbage sorting lines and recycling facilities that supplied raw materials to the production lines.
If the situation became critical, they could indeed retreat into the shelter's shell.
But before that, they would use the weapons in their hands to teach those overconfident survivors a profound lesson!
Almost every member of the Enlightenment Society had thought so.
Yet at that moment, an accident occurred.
The gates of Shelter 13 had been locked shut...
The atmosphere in the ground operations command center was heavy and oppressive.
The man pacing back and forth wore a dark expression, sweat beading across his forehead like an ant on a hot pan.
His name was Morton. He was Guixu's right-hand man and nominally the Enlightenment Society's second-in-command, responsible for commanding the military forces stationed at the gates of Shelter 13.
Standing expressionlessly beside him was a former aerospace force officer air-dropped in by the "Celestials" organization. His code name was Tianhong, and his real name was unknown. He used the latest military-grade bionic body as a vessel for his consciousness and served as a combat adviser.
Unlike Morton, Tianhong appeared much calmer.
Perhaps it was his experience from three