Montel Planet Base One, Arms Warehouse Five.
The heavy alloy doors were shut tight, and outside, dozens of guards vigilantly watched the surroundings.
Inside the warehouse, the vigilance reached its peak
Numerous pinhole cameras were embedded in the walls and ceiling, providing seamless surveillance coverage, while two squads of soldiers patrolled in a crisscross manner, leaving no room for any disturbance.
In the center of the warehouse, iron boxes were neatly arranged, storing various firearms, energy cannons, and individual combat weapons.
Buzz—!
Suddenly, a slight, almost imperceptible ripple appeared in the depths of the warehouse, and an almost transparent figure abruptly emerged, without leaking any spiritual energy waves.
He traversed between the iron boxes like a ghost, the energy sensing instruments, thermal imaging cameras, and spiritual energy guards in the arms warehouse seemed almost useless, not detecting a thing.
