"The ground array adjustments are complete. Coordinate points have been sent."
"Air Support Team received."
Field Officer Du Yu's deep, steady voice came through. Rarely, he added a few more words. "No more docking guidance will be set up in the high-risk zone. There's enough margin in the airdrop area, so come in without worry... Dock again ten breaths before activation."
"Understood." Yun Bo, the Air Support Team's temporary leader, gave a brief reply.
The communication between the Combat Team and Air Support Team temporarily came to an end.
At this point, the Air Support Team was already standing by at the launch exit. Its members were Yun Bo, Shi Fan, and Ronan from the First Bureau Executive Office; Bei Ou from the Tranquil Underworld Bureau; and Jie Hu from the Third Bureau—a total of five people. Apart from Ronan, all were officer-grade. Only such a team could properly coordinate with an elite force like the First Bureau Executive Office Combat Team.
The five of them jointly operated a small combat platform known as the "Flying Disc." Its appearance actually resembled a giant crab or spider more than anything else: a rounded main body supported by multiple legs. It could undergo limited transformation, adapt to multiple environments, and, if necessary, split apart extensively for separate escape.
It was not the equipment best suited for this operation, but the Touring Sun Flying Shuttle had brought only this one landing vehicle. Better than nothing.
On a brutal battlefield, even double-layered armor felt fragile. Combat equipment had to be as heavily armored as possible. That was an iron rule.
"I still don't recommend staying too long." Even at a time like this, Field Officer Bei Ou had to voice his opinion. Yet he did not look reluctant in the slightest; he was merely