The Lantern Festival.
There was no need to celebrate it.
Today was the day of the gathering Chen Luo had called, and he got up early to start preparing.
The 288 members assigned to intelligence work had already changed into ragged clothes and set out the day before.
Chen Luo had instructed them that if they were discovered and tortured for information, they could reveal the name of their base, but under no circumstances could they reveal their companions' identities.
There was no helping it. These people had been recruited from within the base and trained from scratch. Most had spent some time together and knew one another to some extent.
These intelligence operatives actually faced very little danger.
Chen Luo wasn't asking them to carry out assassinations, destroy enemy food supplies, or do anything else dangerous. What a joke. Did Chen Luo need that kind of intelligence to deal with someone?
All Chen Luo wanted to know was what major events happened at each base and whether there were any mutants nearby.
Mutants were the top priority.
If they came across any outstanding talent, they could report back, and Chen Luo would decide whether to go poach them.
They weren't snooping around for top-secret information. How dangerous could it be?
As for whether they would defect, Chen Luo believed the vast majority wouldn't. Even if someone had a change of heart, he didn't care.
Their talent wasn't particularly good to begin with.
Though their talent was poor, that was only by the standards of Chen Luo's base. In other bases, they would absolutely count as the cream of the crop by now, veterans of countless battles.
The gathering would take place at South Stadium, dozens of li away from Chen Luo's base.
He had chosen it because it was