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.
