On the edge of the temporary Relocation Zone in the Serenitea Pot, the warehouse of the Fontaine Ledu Trading Company—hastily constructed from prefabricated panels and waterproof canvas—was quietly tightening its grip within an invisible net. Cyno stood in the shadows of a slightly taller earthen house opposite, his crimson pupils like two cold, sharp stars in the night. The assay report pointing to the "Frostheart Catalyst" and the contents of the decrypted secret letter, both brought by Emilie, were like two red-hot iron spikes that firmly nailed down the target.
"Withdraw all peripheral surveillance posts," Cyno's deep and clear voice pierced the communication terminal. "Zone C2, Zone B7, and the landing zone checkpoints—pull all three teams over. Target: the Fontaine Ledu Trading Company warehouse. Mission classification: Top Secret."
Orders quickly transformed into action. Figures blending into the night merged like water droplets into a stream, silently gathering around the warehouse. Behind abandoned cargo boxes, on the roofs of crude work sheds, and even inside newly dug drainage ditches, they became excellent cover for the Grand Matra's elite subordinates. Their breathing was kept extremely light, their gazes as sharp as falcons, locking firmly onto the warehouse's sole entrance and exit, along with several inconspicuous ventilation slits. The air was permeated with the scent of rust, damp soil, and a trace of lingering tension.
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