Factory 105, overhead.
Sun Hang crouched at the helicopter's cabin door, looking down at the empty factory below.
The 67th Field Operations team had already withdrawn from the area, leaving only a large number of military drones guarding the entrance as remote-controlled vehicles equipped with various instruments slowly scanned the entire grounds.
"Jiang Yu's wristband signal has completely disappeared," said Song Yarong. "Just like the Red-haired Witch... but the problem is, our signal transceivers can entirely penetrate the outer walls of Factory 105, and communications inside the factory remain seamlessly smooth... unless their wristbands have been completely destroyed, otherwise..."
"Is there a possibility that they are no longer inside this factory?" Sun Hang interrupted Song Yarong.
"Do you mean..."
"Remember what happened at the cemetery south of the city?" Sun Hang asked.
