The night was deep, and the moon had hidden behind the clouds at some point. The earth was pitch black, yet at the edge of the primitive forest, a certain military base was illuminated everywhere, filled with patrol personnel. Inside the camp, shadows moved, presenting a busy scene. At this moment, a helicopter appeared above the base and quickly descended.
A military officer jumped out of the helicopter, his face somber, emitting a cold aura that made people instinctively fearful. It was none other than Jackson. Many officers came forward to greet him, their expressions grave as they looked at Jackson, not daring to speak. Jackson swept a cold glance over the crowd and said coldly, "To the meeting room." With that, he strode toward a large tent, and the others followed closely behind.
