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This place was a suburb far from the city.

A seemingly newly built asphalt road ran down alongside the highway, all the way to the distant mountains, and nestled among those mountains was an institute resembling a base.

On the map, this place was marked as Ping'an Technology Research Base, registered as a legitimate research company.

In reality, this was merely a cover.

The weather today seemed to be rather poor, with the sky a dull overcast and a drizzle falling, turning the winter climate damp and cold—such weather rarely encouraged people to venture outside unless there was something important to do.

But just a moment ago.

On the deserted oil-slicked road, where not a single vehicle or pedestrian was in sight, suddenly there appeared a figure.

This person, alone, trudged through the persistent drizzle, seemingly determined to follow this road to its end.

Yet the figure on the road did not linger too long.