"Old Hei, wake up."
"Huh?"
Just falling into a deep sleep, Commander Fu Jian woke up vigilantly, his mechanical eye emitting light, his biological eye carrying a hint of confusion, which quickly turned into astonishment.
The pain was gone?
That suffocating feeling, as if being held underwater due to brain modification, was now greatly relieved.
Even, Fu Jian felt that the vision in his single eye had recovered, his brain became very relaxed, his thinking became agile, as if he had returned to his prime when he had just undergone the modification…
This?
Fu Jian sat up, the whole movement very smooth, raising his hand to touch his cheek.
Still mechanical;
He vaguely thought he had returned to fifty or sixty years ago.
Fu Jian turned his head to look aside, Wang Jixuan was putting on the White Devil helmet of the X armor.
Wang Jixuan was soaked in sweat, his steps were a little unsteady.
Fu Jian said: "How did you do it?"
"This is information that cannot be disclosed temporarily."
Wang Jixuan took a sip of water and smiled:
"Aunt Dragonfly has been waiting for more than half an hour, I'll go meet her. She's a pretty厉害 guy, and specializes in intelligence. I want her to provide me with some information about the spiritualists, and she also has needs here with me… Old Hei, you go back and get me a few thousand crystal cores as a reward."
Fu Jian nodded: "No problem, but due to insufficient intelligence, this will be paid in installments."
Wang Jixuan curled his lips and frowned: "Are you trying to control me in this way?"
Fu Jian said sternly: "It's because large-scale transportation of crystal cores will be sensed by the satellites of the Spirit Energy Capital."
"I believe you."
Wang Jixuan did a chest expansion exercise, took a light breath, and his pale face quickly turned rosy.
He put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the exit of the supply station.
Fu Jian hesitated to speak: "Um…"
"No need to thank me, it's just a small matter."
Fu Jian felt a lump in his throat, Wang Jixuan turned and jumped out of the already opened electric door.
"This guy," Fu Jian raised his hand to cover his neck, the mechanical eye quickly saw a series of self-check data, the original dozen or so dark yellow or even red numbers, now most of them had turned light yellow or even green.
"Could it be that I can live another seven or eight years?"
Fu Jian got up and moved around a few times, shook off the windbreaker on his body, and looked decades younger, starting to read those data files that he had previously found headache-inducing.
…
When Wang Jixuan used his spiritual sense to find Mudan and Aunt Dragonfly, they were squatting in a sandpit, and they also hid the sandpit with holographic equipment.
Mudan laid a tablecloth on the bottom of the pit, knelt on one side of the tablecloth, and placed industrially produced fake tea in front of her.
Aunt Dragonfly squatted outside the tablecloth, with six or seven cigarette butts already under her feet, constantly glancing at her watch.
She asked impatiently: "How long will your leader be? I'm leaving soon."
"The leader has already arrived, oh."
Mudan said gently:
"The leader did have very important things to attend to before, so he couldn't come to meet you immediately, for which we must express our apologies to you."
Aunt Dragonfly rolled her eyes: "That's right, what am I getting angry at with a mechanical body like you."
"Although Mudan is a mechanical body, Mudan seems to be more easily able to feel the care of men than you."
Aunt Dragonfly glared and was about to scold someone, Mudan blinked her innocent big eyes, with a look of pure kindness.
"Alright Mudan, don't be rude to the guest."
Wang Jixuan's voice came:
"You come out first, I'll go down… Why did you choose such a place."
Mudan got up and jumped out of the pit, Wang Jixuan took the opportunity to slip down.
This sandpit, combined with holographic images, is certainly very hidden, but if Aunt Dragonfly suddenly makes a move, Wang Jixuan is still a little scared.
Especially since he doesn't know Aunt Dragonfly's specific abilities; he can only feel that this aunt's mottled aura is six or seven times weaker than Mo Feng's.
Daoist Wang habitually sat down cross-legged and smiled:
"What brings the captain here?"
Uh, he subconsciously used the customary tone of greeting guests at the mountain gate.
"Does it have to be so formal?"
Aunt Dragonfly coughed, imitated Wang Jixuan by sitting cross-legged opposite him, picked up the tea and took a sip, disgusted:
"More industrial tea essence… Let's get straight to the point."
"Please speak."
"You said before that you would give me the location information, but then you didn't use this information. In the end, you gave each of us three ten bottles of healing water. What does this mean?"
Wang Jixuan smiled gently: "I just wanted to befriend the captain."
"Befriend?" Aunt Dragonfly was puzzled, "Are you really interested in an unkempt old woman like me? Do military spiritualists have such unique tastes?"
"Cooperation and mutual assistance."
Wang Jixuan said softly:
"An old man told me that you are from the Natural Faction, and your teacher has a friendship with him. I'm also here for that.
"Moreover, I think the Spirit Energy Capital will eventually have a battle with the war zone. This is a continuation of the rebellion fifty years ago, and it is unavoidable. The Natural Faction is an object that the war zone must win over. Then the friendship I establish with the captain will always come in handy.
"More friends, more paths. What's more, the captain also has very outstanding abilities… In my opinion, you have more strategic value than that Mo Feng."
"You look young, but you're quite talkative, huh."
Aunt Dragonfly subconsciously wanted to light a cigarette, but she held back and clipped the cigarette behind her ear.
"When can Bristle Bear be released?"
"Soon, I always do what I say, don't worry," Wang Jixuan smiled, "We won't let Bristle Bear confess and testify anymore. Now that we have Mo Feng's body, we have taken the initiative."
"Okay, then I'll tell you some information, as a supplement to the previous transaction."
Aunt Dragonfly said quickly:
"Mo Feng's death made the Six Elders very angry, but the reason for their anger is a bit ridiculous.
"Half of it is because a powerful S-level spiritualist was killed by Fu Jian's subordinates.
"The other half is because they sensed the power hidden in the dark, and are intentionally stimulating Fu Jian, wanting Fu Jian to kill the six of them.
"Commander Fu Jian's will can't hold on anymore. This is a generally accepted fact in the Spirit Energy Capital. The Six Elders are now worried, because they all feel that Fu Jian will pull them down with him.
"Now the Six Elders internally require a secret purge of the Beast God Sect's people. The Fifteen-Member Council—the daily administrative organization of the Spirit Management Committee composed of fifteen powerful S-levels—is already working on it.
"In order to maintain the Spirit Energy Capital's deterrent power over all war zones, the council has also decided to carry out a limited retaliation against the D5 war zone, and put forward a serious protest.
"They will most likely send a bunch of S-level spiritualists to the D5 command center to put pressure on Fu Jian, but it may also be on the D5 border. They are also afraid of Fu Jian. Except for fools like Mo Feng, no one dares to jump around in front of Fu Jian."
Wang Jixuan: …
Half an hour ago, the devil commander's soul was indeed on the verge of collapse.
But not now.
Even if Wang Jixuan doesn't do anything next, Xiao Fu's collapse will be delayed by ten years.
Wang Jixuan took the opportunity to ask: "How will they retaliate?"
"The information I currently have is only this. The Spirit Management Committee shouldn't do anything too drastic, at most it's just deterrence, showing off muscles, telling everyone that Mo Feng was killed only because Fu Jian was too strong, and other war zones don't have Fu Jian.
"Also, when you killed Mo Feng, you exposed a special S-level spiritualist, Xing Tian."
Aunt Dragonfly's watch popped up a projection box, which contained Xing Tian's simple information.
Aunt Dragonfly said quickly:
"This S-level spiritualist left the Spirit Energy Capital a long time ago, and eliminated all his information in the Spirit Energy Capital.
"When we collected information before, we re-investigated some information. He is very strong, several times stronger than Mo Feng, and was once considered one of the ten strongest who were most likely to be promoted to SS-level.
"According to the information I have, his base is in D2, on a snow mountain.
"He should also retaliate against you next, because you killed the material he worked so hard to cultivate."
Wang Jixuan laughed: "Then let him come over, the commander just tore off his arm."
"Well, I got this information."
Aunt Dragonfly stared at Wang Jixuan:
"I have expressed my sincerity, so shouldn't you express your sincerity and answer two of my questions?"
Daoist Wang asked with a smile: "Is this how you get information?"
"Sort of."
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"Ask."
"Who are you? Your true face."
Wang Jixuan took off his helmet, revealing… Zhou Tiantian's face.
Aunt Dragonfly's eyes showed a compound eye structure: "I mean, what's behind your mask."
"This cannot be revealed for the time being," Wang Jixuan said seriously, "Mutual trust is gradually established. We are only just starting to cooperate. What is the other question?"
"What is that water? Can it be used for others?"
Aunt Dragonfly's eyes showed a bit of urgency:
"Several of my friends are suffering this kind of torment."
Wang Jixuan frowned and pondered.
"They are from the Natural Faction," Aunt Dragonfly said immediately, "Many people know Commander Fu Jian, but because the power of the Spirit Energy Capital is now controlled by the Ruling Faction, we don't have a loud voice, but the older generation's position has never changed."
"This," Daoist Wang said in a deep voice, "requires prescribing the right medicine for each person…"
Aunt Dragonfly's eyes showed a bit of disappointment.
Suddenly there was a dry cough from the side.
Wang Jixuan didn't turn his head, his spiritual sense had been covering everywhere.
Aunt Dragonfly looked up, and the whole person looked like a frightened, sloppy rabbit, and she jumped to the corner of the sandpit, her body covered with a thin layer of scales, her eyes full of horror.
The burly, semi-mechanical old man appeared silently at the edge of the pit, red light flashing in his mechanical eyes, a slight smile on his lips.
Who else could it be but Fu Jian, the Devil Commander-in-Chief?
Fu Jian glanced at Aunt Dragonfly, nodded to her gently, and revealed a faint smile.
Fu Jian looked at Wang Ji Xuan and spoke, his voice, to Aunt Dragonfly's disbelief… a gentle voice.
"Do you need anything else?"
"Not for now. If I need anything later, I'll have them relay it. Are you going back?"
"Yes."
Fu Jian said leisurely, as if chatting with an old friend:
"I wanted to stay and play with you for a few more days, but those old fogeys are already pressuring me. A large number of psionicists are leaving Psionic City and rushing to our D5 border, with D3 cooperating with them."
"D3 is completely rotten. It's a pity my hand can't reach that far. Then I won't disturb you. You guys continue chatting… Little Dragonfly, give my regards to your teacher."
"Okay, okay!"
Aunt Dragonfly instantly straightened her body, her hands somewhat at a loss, nodding vigorously in response.
Fu Jian said to Wang Ji Xuan, "This time, maybe I can kill a few more S-ranks to enjoy!"
Wang Ji Xuan patiently advised, "Don't always be fighting and killing."
"I'm leaving!"
Fu Jian turned and waved, walking towards the supply vehicle that automatically rose from the sand not far away, and truly departed.
Wang Ji Xuan took a sip of tea, secretly chuckling in his heart, appreciating Aunt Dragonfly's expression.
Only after the supply vehicle drove far away did Aunt Dragonfly slowly relax, frowning, pursing her lips, and subconsciously raising her hand to smooth the hair beside her ear.
"Old Devil… cough cough, why would Hero Commander… would…"
"Ah, you mean Little Fu?"
Wang Ji Xuan asked with a smile:
"We old brothers just get together occasionally. Captain, you don't need to overthink it."
"Come, sit down. Let's continue discussing future cooperation. You came back to me for that kind of water, and I also need you to provide me with some information about Psionic City."
Aunt Dragonfly gritted her teeth and cursed, "What the hell am I even talking about!"
"Huh?"
"Cough, that is," Aunt Dragonfly imitated Mudan's posture just now and knelt down, "Let's reintroduce ourselves. My surname is Mai, Mai Dragonfly. You can call me Little Mai. Don't look at me like this, I'm actually only thirty-six this year, it's just that I don't take care of myself very well, hehe hehe."
Wang Ji Xuan: …
Was Old Man Fu Jian's performance just now a bit too much?
Are psionicists so afraid of Fu Jian?
In that case, the value of this soul-stabilizing treatment for Fu Jian is still increasing!
"Then let's briefly discuss the type of follow-up intelligence and the method of intelligence transmission."
Wang Ji Xuan said seriously:
"After your water is used up, I will give you ten more bottles. Drinking one bottle each month is enough. If the injuries trigger these hidden ailments, you can take it directly."
"Okay, thank you, but my teammates, can they also…"
"Of course."
Wang Ji Xuan said smoothly:
"I quite like Beta. If there's a chance, let him come and sit with me more often. As for your friends, we'll see if our cooperation goes smoothly later. If it goes smoothly, everything will be easy to talk about."
He paused and said gently:
"Don't worry, I'm much gentler than Little Fu."
Beside the sand pit, Mudan looked up at the sky, struggling to hold back her laughter.
…
At the same time.
Fortress 82, surface military camp, in Ling Tong's dedicated supply transport aircraft.
Ling Tong was doing system debugging and simple repairs on her mechanical arm. The previous battle with Mo Feng required her to enter the next maintenance cycle.
However, judging from the results achieved, this loss was extremely cost-effective.
Ling Tong could rest for half a year without taking on any missions, and her achievement points would be the highest among the new generation of cyborg mechs!
General-level heads are common, but S-level psionicist heads are very rare.
Sister Wan sat on the swivel chair, looking down and tapping in the air, muttering softly, "That guy is really something, why doesn't he know to come and accompany you? Doesn't he know that the mechanical girl is the gentlest when she takes off her mechanical arm?"
Ling Tong was already used to Sister Wan's teasing. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she said softly:
"He also needs to recuperate. I don't want him to see me without an arm."
"That's very sexy, believe me," Sister Wan said sincerely.
"The coordination of the human body is the basis of beauty."
The instrument beside her emitted a beeping sound. Sister Wan frowned and looked over, seeing a small radar map flashing with light red spots.
Sister Wan certainly knew who this radar was locked on to.
— In order to cover for Wang Ji Xuan, Zheng Shiduo, regardless of his injuries, wore his X-Armor without a helmet, wandering around the military camp.
Now, how did Zheng Shiduo's signal suddenly disappear?
