Dim light pulsed in and out of the Information Receiving and Dispatch Office.
Tens of thousands of messages came and went like snowflakes throughout the night.
As Long Flag's first satellite city, and the capital of the western New Continent,
Starfire Satellite City was unquestionably the core. Every move it made affected the lives and livelihoods of countless survivors.
As dawn approached, the intelligence agents responsible for the night shift finally breathed a sigh of relief. They left with their clothes in hand, facing the slightly chilly morning breeze.
"Number 17, He Chenguang!"
In front of the Information Receiving and Dispatch Office's iron gate, the agent whose number had been called stepped forward.
His thin autumn clothes concealed nothing, but the security inspector still searched him thoroughly inside and out.
It was a necessary step.
To prevent important intelligence from leaking, the intelligence agents were not only forbidden from using the Game Panel; even their personal freedom was heavily restricted.
This included, but was not limited to, living only in communal dormitories, having no contact with outsiders, and being searched when entering and leaving work.
"Xiao He, these are tense days. Don't say what you shouldn't, and don't ask what you shouldn't, understand?"
After searching him, the security inspector warned him with a grim expression.
With the gamble approaching, the chaos everywhere was far worse than usual. Long Flag was no exception.
In the shadowy underground black market, all kinds of intelligence had already been driven to astronomical prices.
As Long Flag's intelligence agents, these people could become rich in an instant if they dared to leak anything.
"Zhang Ge, of course I understand. Don't worry!"
He Chenguang had been planning to tell his family about the encrypted message from Tianyuan before getting off work, to see whether they could