Ji Jue didn't speak; he picked up his binoculars.
Amidst the still raging snowstorm, a convoy slowly drove in from the distant horizon, the hastily applied white paint peeling off to faintly reveal the heavily armored body beneath.
A normal rescue team wouldn't have so many Chosen Ones.
Nor would they carry so many weapons.
Nor would they be so blatant.
"...just a bit, a little slower, right here!"
Ji Jue glanced, and the radio hanging on his chest automatically connected to their internal channel: "Lead vehicle, be careful. Once identified, don't advance too far; there's a White Deer in there!"
"Beware of the craftsman; reportedly, it's very sinister."
"Don't get too close. Rear vehicles, prepare your gear."
"Are they still alive? In such a huge blizzard, even the locals can barely survive. Might have frozen to death."
"If they're dead, even better. Take some pictures of the bodies; we can earn millions."
From the noisy channel came the sound of laughter.
