The door closes, shutting off all contact with the outside.
Zhang Feng, seated at the head, wastes no time and directly distributes images of the visitors, then goes over the basic plan once.
Since everyone here is a veteran of the task force, already experienced with the events of 8.03, there's no need for detailed explanations.
The newcomers have also done extensive homework.
Even if they're unsure, someone beside them will quietly explain.
By the time everything is explained and everyone has asked their questions, only a little over an hour has passed.
Yet inside this small factory, smoke is already swirling.
However, the female comrades are used to it and continue taking notes calmly in the haze.
"That's it for today," Zhang Feng summarizes in the thin mist, his figure barely visible, "Now that the meeting is over, let's open the factory's door and let out some of that Immortal Qi."
"Hahaha..."
...
Surveillance.
More surveillance.
