"Report!" Jiang Tianqing burst into He Feng's shabby office in a panic, filthy from head to toe and reeking of sweat. His voice was urgent and filled with deep fear. "Half of our reconnaissance members have suddenly lost contact. The Intelligence Department's information channels across the various bases and tribes have also been cut off by an unknown force. The zombie advance in Anluo City has suddenly been obstructed, and more than a hundred members of the Wolf Fang Regiment have vanished into thin air!"
Whoosh—
The other Staff Department members in the office, who had been discussing the detailed strategy, all sprang to their feet. Their faces were filled with shock and fear. Some were so stunned that the items in their hands fell to the floor with a clatter.
He Feng remained seated without a word. He did not rise; his eyes merely flashed with sharpness. His voice was calm and measured, yet brimming with immense fighting spirit. "Have the Intelligence Department conduct an objective analysis. I want the results in half an hour."
"Yes!" Jiang Tianqing immediately turned and left, without even having time to wipe away his sweat.
"The rest of you, continue working." He Feng's voice carried an unquestionable command as his sharp gaze swept across them one by one. "Didn't your commander tell you not to panic no matter what happened? It is perfectly normal for the mutants to have other arrangements we failed to anticipate."
Everyone hurriedly lowered their heads and resumed work, but they still could not suppress the unease in their hearts. Chu Han was their greatest source of spiritual support. No matter how capable He Feng was, he could not compare to him.
Yet at this moment, with Wolf Fang Base surrounded by danger and the Wolf Fang Regiment trapped