Border mountain forest.
Tiantai Pharmaceutical mercenary camp.
The black woods towered, and the withered yellow weeds stubbornly clung to the dry, hard yellow clay soil; after winter began, even the chirping of insects could be heard no more.
Four optic-camouflage tents were spaced fifty meters apart, cleverly arranged in a defensive formation, their camouflage material constantly adjusting its colors to blend with the changing light and shadows of the surroundings, much like a chameleon.
Several kilometers outside the camp, numerous ankle-high laser fences had been set up, which would immediately trigger an alarm on a portable terminal if anyone stepped in.
Four snipers were lurking in the trees on guard, while two mercenaries were boiling water on a smokeless stove inside the camp.
One of them said as bubbles plumped in the heat-resistant folding water bag, "The water's boiled, bring it in."