Greenhouse

Present Realm time: 4:06 PM, November 27, 2112.

Location: Tundra Warren, a classified border under the Unified Bureau's The Void Floor.

Border Blockade Administration Bureau Branch β01.

Within the eternal storm, pale snow blew head-on. In the distance, only the faint outline of a massive structure could be seen. The pitch-black building supported a magnificent silhouette, creating a springlike paradise amid eternal low temperatures and bitter cold.

Beyond that paradise lay only polar-level terror, endless gales, and snowfall that never ceased.

"B4 in position."

"A1 ran into a problem. It can be resolved. Five minutes."

"B6 in position."

At that moment, one dancing speck after another appeared across the pale snowfield outside the bureau branch, skillfully evading every camera and detection device.

Beneath white cloaks and thermal concealment, they crawled through the snow, hidden in darkness no one noticed.

Following commands from afar, they slowly closed in on the central building.

At the rear, inside a tent temporarily erected beneath a snow cave, the commander breathed warm air onto his fingers, picked up a kettle that had just boiled, and poured water into a cup.

"Conditions are limited. I hope you don't mind, Secretary Ai."

"At least I'm in a tent instead of lying in the snow. A mouthful of hot water is enough." Ai Qing held the teacup as white steam rose from her nose and mouth. "We're not going camping. There's no need to be so particular."

She was wrapped from head to toe in thick cold-weather gear. Her exposed face and ten fingers had frozen pale, with only her lips retaining a trace of color.

The Original Darkness Legion commander sighed. Looking at the building slowly enlarging on the surveillance screen, he could not help cursing. "Those bastards still get to run the air conditioning. I'm so