"Now that Captain Lin is here, let's start right away." Qino wasn't one for chit-chat. He directly pulled up a chair, sat down, and took out a pack of cigarettes. Lin Xian cast a surprised glance, interpreting Lin Xian's look as concern. Qino got up, walked to the room's door, and turned on the exhaust fan. Then he said, "Compared to morphine and alcohol, cigarettes are valuable in the apocalypse. They relieve stress while maintaining mental defenses, not affecting judgment or causing mental decay."
"Captain Lin, I'm Zhou Jin, captain of the special operations team of the 83 Iron Guard Brigade." Sitting across from Lin Xian, Zhou Jin swept his gaze over Lin Xian and spoke directly, "You can trust us."
There wasn't much ceremony; the teams casually took seats in the hall. Lin Xian's squad sat at the end. After lighting his cigarette, Qino said to Lin Xian, "Airport, Xilan City—I've heard about them. You're quite amazing."
