An ordinary SUV sped down the road, racing toward the distant city.
Gao Zhiming, his head almost entirely covered by a black hood, carefully poked it out to look at the suburban houses. He didn't know where this place was; all he could tell was that there were many foreigners, both black and white. The unfamiliar environment made him feel constrained, and he instinctively leaned into his sister's embrace. Only when he smelled her faint fragrance did his mood relax slightly.
Taking advantage of the moment before they entered the city, the driver, Jackal, began to explain. "That place is called Underground London. In essence, it's a large, abandoned sewer system."
"At first, it was a gathering place for groups like the Moths and followers of the God of Shattering. But as more and more people learned about it, it gradually became a very complex place."
"How strange. How can the IMF allow such a place to exist?" Anna said, gazing at the approaching city.
