Above Factory 105.
Sun Hang crouched at the helicopter's cabin door, looking down at the deserted factory buildings below.
The 67th Field Operations Team had already withdrawn from the industrial park. Now, only a large number of military drones guarded the various intersections within the park, while remote-controlled vehicles equipped with all kinds of devices swept across every inch of the grounds.
"Jiang Yu's wristband signal has completely disappeared," Song Yarong said. "Just like the Red-Haired Witch's... But the problem is, our signal transmitters and receivers can penetrate the exterior walls of Factory 105 without issue, and communications inside the factory are completely unobstructed... Unless their wristbands have been completely destroyed..."
"Is there a possibility that they're no longer in this factory?" Sun Hang interrupted Song Yarong.
"You mean..."
"Do you remember what happened at South City Public Cemetery?" Sun Hang asked.
"If it was a spatial transfer, then the factory building should have been transferred too, right?" a middle-aged man in a Field Operations Department uniform said from inside the cabin. "Unless this kind of transfer only affects living organisms."
"If it only affected living organisms, shouldn't we be seeing piles of scattered clothing all over the park?" Sun Hang casually quipped. "Whatever the reason, won't I find out if I go down and take a look?"
"Don't!" Song Yarong hurriedly grabbed Sun Hang. "As you requested, the other Hunters have all been sent to the Command Center. You're the only Anomaly Hunter at the scene now. If you disappear too, there won't be any other Hunters who can come save you."
"If I disappear too," Sun Hang said with a smile, "then there'll be no need to send anyone else over... because it won't help anyway."
"You're that confident?" the middle-aged man in the Field Operations Department uniform