The Arctic gale carried countless ice crystals and snow pellets, striking the polar vehicles with a crackling rattle.
The headlights of more than a dozen polar vehicles were like sharp swords, tearing through the near-eternal darkness of the Arctic polar night.
When they had first left the icebreaker and entered the polar region, they could still see the hazy aurora overhead. Now, it was obscured by wind and snow, and nothing could be seen.
If the positioning dots on the radar had not shown that they were still moving forward, Lister would have thought his group had entered an eternal hell of darkness.
And an icy hell at that.
But even if they had truly entered hell, it did not matter.
The place the Navy SEALs were heading for was hell to begin with.
Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, Mexico... Lister had spent the past few years walking through hell. The ones who should truly be afraid were the devils within it.
Still, this was his first time coming to the Arctic on a mission.
As the captain of one of the Navy SEALs' most elite teams, Lister was equally curious about this mission.
His team had originally been carrying out an assassination mission against a local political leader in Syria, in the Middle East. Just as they were about to succeed, an urgent order had recalled the entire unit. They had been sent directly to a military base in the Persian Gulf, then immediately flown by transport plane to an Arctic research base in Eagle Country.
A large quantity of polar combat weapons and equipment had already been waiting for them there.
Then, under orders, these dozens of elite Navy SEALs had immediately boarded polar vehicles and sped into the Arctic's endless night, heading for the target location.
The orders they