Frozen in Desolation: Special Forces on the Snowfield

He remembered the moment the grenade exploded in his hand perfectly clearly. All four of them lay in the snow, and none got back up. His own legs had gone numb long ago.

When he opened his eyes again, he was leaning against a boundary marker, in another snowy wasteland, under another sky. The military uniform he wore wasn't his, and the place where a knife should have hung at his waist was empty.

The name was still Gao Han, but the man had changed.

The five members of the Wild Wolf Squad: Gao Han, Kati, Roald, Lu Zhou, and Luo Ling.

From the icy valleys of the snowfields to the rain-soaked edge of the jungle, from the ruined cities of the desert to the shores of the islands, they pursued no one but Fangya.

What Fangya had stolen, and the final letter that Number 07 had delivered with his life, bound five lives to a single road.

The snowfields held the story from the start, the jungle concealed a killing trap, the desert hid a medical manual, and the island harbored a sworn enemy.

Luo Ling wrapped the bandage around and around, then kept walking.

The enemy thought they could escape the debt by moving somewhere else.

They had no idea these five had exceptionally good memories.

Gao Han remembered the most. His mind held more than this world, by an entire lifetime.