"Hello, hello? If you hear me, please respond with [Received]."
In the pure white network space, Gray Rain was shouting into her headset, but all she heard was the crackling of electromagnetic interference.
She knew the Special Affairs Bureau should be observing nearby, and immediately turned her head 180° to ask, "Where's Pifu?"
"Low Earth Orbit."
In a network bubble, the staff of the Special Affairs Bureau typed on a big screen, quickly explaining.
Due to the orbital angle and speed difference, the artificial satellite that Gray Rain was on was flying farther and farther away at a speed of 7 kilometers per second, losing signal and unable to participate in the upcoming battle.
"Alright then."
Gray Rain scratched her head, pondered for a moment, and unexpectedly pulled out a dozen mobile phones from her chest, engrossed in clearing mobile games' energy,
