The Calm Before The Storm (3.5 in 1)

"Move out!"

A loud command coupled with a fierce thunderclap resounded in the air. Footsteps marched in union while sharp blades from the bayonets glared extra brightly under the dark clouds.

"Summer is ending." Yang Kong stood before the window, gazing into the dark sky. He should be looking at the last storm of the summer. He believed that after a few violent storms, the fresh autumn breeze would take over, leading the season of red leaves silently.

However, in Safety Sector No. 17, autumn was shorter than other seasons. Its arrival would mean that the long winter was just around the corner.

Pak!

He closed the window and turned around. Fei Long limped toward the sofa like a cripple. He was not at all interested in the squadrons of elite warriors marching through the streets. It was a little over a month, yet he was a lot thinner. His unshaved beard and mustache did not add credit to his already dispirited looks.