At dawn, the fog spread everywhere.
Smith's skin had turned pitch-black, gleaming with a metallic sheen. He activated his supernatural ability, making himself resemble a block of black alloy.
He carefully made his way through the fog, probing ahead.
After chasing all night, he had finally received news not long ago: the vehicle stolen by the spy had been found.
A moment later, Smith saw the vehicle.
The car had burned down to nothing but a shell. The flames had not yet completely gone out, but judging from the wreckage, it had been burning for at least half an hour.
"We found no suspicious clues."
Elizabeth emerged from the fog. The tall woman in a classic black dress now wore an exhausted expression.
Even as a supernatural being, she could not endure working at high intensity through the entire night.
This was not merely physical exhaustion. It was also mental torment.
Smith sighed. "It looks like we failed."
They were already at the edge of the ruins of Fog City. Beyond this point lay the vast wilderness.
The spy had been gone for more than half an hour. Even if the Central Military Police wanted to pursue him, they could not find someone in the wilderness who had already been gone for over half an hour.
What was more, he was no ordinary person.
Elizabeth smiled bitterly. "We're definitely going to be punished this time."
Smith did not respond. He simply took out his phone, dialed a number, and reported the latest situation.
Fog City.
Louis took a sip of the coffee he had just finished making when his blonde secretary walked in.
"Commander, Smith and the others lost the target."
Louis immediately felt that the coffee in his cup had lost its flavor.
"Looks like this spy is no