In the central control computer of the operations conference room, Fatty opened the electronic document forwarded to him by Su Kezhou from Bernadotte. The first thing that appeared before him was a letter.
Fatty took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
It's been nearly half a year since I drifted into the Free World, and this is the first time the Leray Commander has been able to contact me. Over the past six months, the situation has been constantly changing. Leray is no longer the Leray it used to be. Whether all my struggles here have meaning, whether all efforts have gone to waste, are in this letter.
