Swish...
Swish...
In the deep night, in the rustling cold wind.
One off-road vehicle after another threw out bright pillars of light, pulling into the parking lot outside the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple.
One car door after another opened.
One Immortal Technique Committee member after another got out.
Zhang Shan and his team also quickly got out, standing in the cold wind, facing the Buddhist Temple, some gripping rune military daggers, some holding alloy shields, some cradling submachine guns, waiting for the next action order.
Some team member muttered on reflex.
"Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss just to grab someone? What if we scare the target off?"
Another team member was slightly unnerved.
"What level are the enemies in this Buddhist Temple? Could there be Sequence Seven, or even Sequence Six?"
Zhang Shan gave a cold order in the squad channel.
"Everyone, quiet!
"All you need to do is perk up your ears and wait for every single order!"
