At this moment, Gu Ji's vision seemed completely occupied by the pulsing blood-red countdown numbers, an invisible pressure like terrifying giant hands gripping him tightly.
"No, there must be a key point that I haven't discovered yet..."
Gu Ji closed his eyes, recalling the recon principles of the Blade Anti-Terror Special Warfare Team: fully assess the situation and adapt to changes.
[The items you have carried have been delivered!]
[Crisis begins...]
He opened his eyes again and continued selecting language markers, raising his wrist to set a countdown for 9 minutes and 12 seconds.
"Ah Ming, to be honest, I also agree with you. I do love taking pictures, but my family just won't let me go abroad to work as a model."
Seizing the moment while the Persian beauty talked, Gu Ji stood up and took down the backpack from the luggage rack, stepped back half a step, retrieved his front foot, and extended his arm.
