One task was to provide intelligence for Cong Han's breakout, and the other was a reserve in his own mind.
Projected on the grass, a dozen images moved simultaneously, fifty meters, two hundred meters, a thousand meters...
The scope expanded wider and wider, scanning everything within three thousand meters around, then it cautiously probed toward the small town in the mountains.
Suddenly, there was a "click," and one of the images went dark.
Wen Nian furrowed his brow, trying to remotely debug the machine. Meanwhile, for safety's sake, he recalled all of the "mosquito" drones he had dispatched.
One did not return, specifically the one whose image had suddenly cut out.
Wen Nian scowled, trying several more times to debug, but still, there was no response.
