Chapter 125 The Little Monk and the Commander
"Actually, cough, it's about Wang Zheng."
Fu Jian's voice became much calmer: "I may have deceived him a little before, although it was a kind of well-intentioned deception, in order to reduce the gap that may arise during communication.
"Now, Zhengde, what do you think my grandpa should do to make a natural transition and become friends with his peers and become better friends?
"To be honest, I really like getting along with this young man. He always gives me the illusion that he is more mature than me. It must be an illusion, and he contains a huge treasure house. We must be friends with him both in public and private affairs. "
Zhou Zhengde:......
No, Wang Zheng is now a super senior?
"Grandpa, what exactly do you mean? I'm a little confused."
Fu Jian said calmly: "In order to study him intuitively, I pretended to be Lao Hei and protected him for a period of time. I made many amazing discoveries and confirmed that the ridiculous possibility you mentioned before may be true. exist."
"Which ridiculous possibility?"
"We now generally believe that the Blade Beast is an alien civilization that came to our planet through a method that we are still unclear about at this stage."
Fu Jian said sternly: "Wang Zheng's original name was Mu Liang. During an act of committing suicide, he saw the stars twinkling all over the sky.
“Then he received complete civilization.
“This civilization is likely to be a contending party associated with the blade beast civilization, so it has various technological means against blade beasts.
“Now I think it’s very possible.
"So, we must win his favor and let him safely share these alien technologies with the humans on our planet, so that we can fight against the blade beasts together so that human civilization can continue."
Zhou Zhengde scratched his head: "Grandpa, I understand everything you said, but you go and make friends with Wang Zheng yourself..."
"I have to come back if my identity is exposed, otherwise I will be embarrassed. Don't I want to lose face?"
Fu Jian smiled and said: "I just want to leave a good impression on him before coming back.
"He doesn't have much trust in humans... Actually, if I were in his shoes, I would have multiple concerns, not to mention that the ruling psykers are constantly infiltrating us.
"So next, D5 must completely clear those nails."
Zhou Zhengde asked: "Aren't we going to go to war with them?"
"If you hadn't seen Wang Zheng, you would have fought now, otherwise human civilization would just die slowly."
Fu Jian smiled and said: "But now, I already want to hold on to this old bone for a few more years.
"His spiritual power can continue to grow. Do you know what this means? He can grow and use his spiritual power to continuously become stronger.
"Next, it's time for those old people in the Psychic City to be nervous. We must suppress the specific details of Mo Feng's death this time. Any details spread will put the Psychic City into panic, and then let them Crazy pursuit to find out what the technology was that killed Mo Feng.
“What we need to do now is to bluff and make them think that we are going to go out alone militarily, but in fact it is just delaying time.
"Zheng De, remember, don't underestimate them, and don't think too highly of them. They are just paper tigers who are greedy for life and afraid of death."
"Yes!" Zhou Zhengde responded seriously.
Fu Jian pondered for a few times: "Back to business, grandson, how do you think I should express it so that he won't mind because of my previous deception? His strategic significance is too important... You are his most important Good friends, aren't they?"
"One of the best friends."
Zhou Zhengde responded humbly:
"The method is actually very simple, but... it may be difficult for grandpa to do it."
"What?"
"Just apologize briefly for cheating on him and he won't mind."
Fu Jian suddenly lost his mechanical expression: "As the last hero of the fortress era, I am going to apologize to a brat like him?"
"Look! Just say you can't do it!" Zhou Zhengde reminded, "His strategic significance is too important."
"Absolutely impossible! Don't I want to lose face? Damn it! Get married and have children as soon as possible to pass on my genes!"
Fu Jian glared at Zhou Zhengde for a few times and hung up the communication.
…
Two hours later.
Fu Jian secretly returned to the temporary supply station, sat in his supply truck hidden in the sand, closed the window and began to deal with various matters.
The compiled photos of Mo Feng's body, under his instruction, have begun to circulate in the command systems of various war zones.
By the way, the old man also released news that Mo Feng's body parts can be collected in each war zone to conduct reverse research on psykers.
The value of Mo Feng's body is far more than that.
Fu Jian later planned to go to the Psychic City to ridicule him face to face.
The anger he had accumulated in the past ten years could finally be vented a little.
"It's a pity that I just want an arm from that guy Xing Tian."
Fu Jian was busy processing documents when the mechanical body's built-in radar spotted Wang Jixuan and Mudan. They returned to the temporary supply depot wearing battle armor.
"Lingtong didn't follow? Fortunately..."
Fu Jian breathed a sigh of relief.
What else was the foul-mouthed loyal wingman Mudan complaining about:
"Sir, the skin on Mudan's hands is damaged. It will take three days to apply for maintenance before repairs can be carried out. It will be ugly in these three days."
oh? Is this happening?
Commander Fu Jian pushed the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose with his dark gray mechanical middle finger, opened the software for supervising military applications, searched for applications related to R99, and soon saw Peony to the Frontline Maintenance application sent by the Special Armor Section of the Logistics Bureau of the General Headquarters.
Everyone is so familiar with it, so they must help this little peony.
Fu Jian opened the application, used the highest authority to erase the word "passed", filled in the sentence "Due to urgent production of raw materials", and changed the maintenance date to "Thirteen days later".
"Hehehe, this commander is not a coward. It is just a necessary independent mechanical personality test."
Soon, Peony’s complaint came from outside the supply station:
"The materials I need to use are out of stock and I need to produce them urgently. Oh my God! My hands will be ugly for two weeks! Peony's sadness is simply too sad."
Wang Jixuan smiled and said: "Aren't your hand joints still very flexible? Just don't delay your sweeping work."
"Hey, sir, when you bully others, appearance is also part of your combat effectiveness!"
"Why is the body so girlish?"
"Sir, are you making fun of Mu Dan? Mu Dan can get angry too! But because you are the chief, Mu Dan forgives you graciously."
"Okay, he has a pretty good temper."
One person and one Ex Machina entered the temporary supply station while chatting.
They went to the supply truck where Wang Jixuan lived, opened the door, and stared at the sleeping tree man Beta.
The tree man is indeed tired. After all the fighting here, he is still sleeping soundly.
Mudan immediately found a pair of gloves to wear on herself, took off the ordinary armor that was basically scrapped, and put on her favorite maid outfit.
"Sir, would you like Peony to call you master? I heard that it will be more exciting."
"Call sir, what have you been thinking about all day?"
Wang Jixuan replied angrily, crossing his arms and staring at Treeman Beta.
The Taoist priest hesitated a little.
Beta's ability is at best that of a 'logistics supply master' in other places, but here, he can indeed display his extremely strong strength.
However, a gentleman promises...
"Drive him back to Mother Dragonfly. Try to avoid people and don't cause trouble to their team."
"Okay, the cigarettes and wine are ready!"
"Well, I put the healing spiritual water in the back. There are thirty bottles in total, with dragonflies, veils, and saplings painted on them, so they can distinguish them by themselves."
"As you command!"
Peony agreed with a crisp voice, and then carefully carried the tree man on her shoulders and sent it to the off-road vehicle outside the door.
Mudan drove away quickly. Before leaving, she did not forget to glance at the supply truck where an old cyborg was and secretly made a face at him.
Wang Jixuan rubbed his nose.
Of course he saw 'Uncle Hei' with his spiritual sense, but he was a little embarrassed now and didn't know how to say hello.
We were already quite familiar with each other, but Wang Jixuan still thought that this could be considered a year-end friend.
——He is the older one in this year-end friendship. ‘Forget it, practice first and wait for him to speak. After all, the poor Taoist will have to live under his protection for the time being. ’
‘Healing, by the way, I will sort out the manufacturing method of the crystal core sword and give it to him. When Uncle Tai’s lightning induction experiment data comes out, the crystal core sword should be mass-produced. ’
‘Mortals in this world, it’s not easy. ’
'Trash psykers, when I enter the Nascent Soul, I will make a blood gourd, and refine all the psykers whose hands are stained with human blood into essence, and spread it to the earth to improve the fertility of the soil. ’
Wang Daochang muttered in his heart full of disgust.
…
Fortress No. 82 is two thousand kilometers northwest.
A military base built above the snow-capped mountains.
Xing Dian, an S-class psyker who has rarely been seen in public in recent decades, was lying on the operating table, looking at the operating light with his eyes open.
Several doctors on the side were trying to stop the bleeding from Xing Tian's broken arm.
A small number of S-level physical psychics can regenerate severed limbs. Unfortunately, Xing Tian, who is over eighty years old and looks like a fifty-year-old middle-aged man, does not have this ability. He can only use his mind power to paralyze himself. nerves to undergo surgery while awake.
Surgery under general anesthesia is extremely dangerous because he will lose consciousness, which means he will not be able to control his surroundings for a period of time.
Even if he is healing now, his telekinesis can cover the entire base and observe everything going on inside and outside the base.
And this caution is an important measure for him to come out of the Psychic City alive and become an external force in the Psychic City.
The door to the operating room opened on the side, and seven men and women rushed in quickly, staring at Xing Tian's figure.
A young woman raised her hand to cover her mouth and shouted, "Teacher! How are you?"
Xing Tian looked at the young woman with his eyes and said coldly: "Don't act in front of me, Zhuge Sinan! I'm in a bad mood right now!"
The young woman Zhuge Sinan immediately shut up and lowered her head without daring to speak.
The seven people walked forward quickly and stood outside the sterile diaphragm.
"Teacher, is Mo Feng really dead?"
"Well," Xing Tian whispered, "the material that I spent countless time and effort cultivating just died like this."
"But teacher, why did Mo Feng suddenly provoke Fu Jian?"
"Fu Jian didn't kill her, and I don't know the specific situation. When the life detector on my side found that Mo Feng started to have problems, it was already too late to rush over."
Xing Tian glanced at these doctors: "You guys stay out of the way."
"yes."
Several doctors left quickly, not forgetting to wrap Xing Tian's broken arm with sterile film before leaving.
Xing Tian slowly sat up, his sinister face full of anger.
He whispered: "I called you seven here at the same time. You should know what I mean."
"Teacher, do you want to start a war with Fu Jian?"
"Start a war? Do you know how many centaurs he has hidden and how many autonomous robots he has hidden?"
Xing Tian snorted coldly:
"Mo Feng's death is inseparable from the Beast God Sect. What the Beast God Sect wants to do most now is to provoke a battle between the Ruling Faction and the Natural Faction plus Fu Jian.
"We are the ruling faction, and we cannot forget this position, otherwise we will become an isolated island hanging outside the psychic city."
Xing Tian exhaled softly, his eyes full of coldness:
"Since the Beast God Sect wants to play, then I will play with them. Being impatient will ruin the big plan.
"Next, in the name of the Beast God Sect, using the reason of 'recovering the clones of the Beast Whisperer', we should conduct a comprehensive sneak attack on D5 and do it cleanly, so that no one will focus on the D2 war zone.
"If necessary, you can use the method I taught you to induce the blade beasts to besiege that damn Fortress No. 82.
"Fu Jian, huh, this arm of mine is not that easy to hold!"
A middle-aged man admired in a low voice: "Teacher, you look even more terrifying now... No, I mean, you are more handsome. What kind of artwork does it look like, Athena with a broken arm?"
"It's Venus with a broken arm! Venus, the goddess of beauty in Norse mythology!"
Xing Tian cursed loudly:
"If I ask you to learn more cultural lessons, you will be illiterate every day. You have to use your brain to seize profits. Use your brain, you know!
"Get out! Get out of here, it's annoying to see you!
"This matter is your assessment! Whoever is more beautiful, more concealed, and better able to defeat Fu Jian and the Beast God Sect, I will give him the qualification to advance to S!"
The expressions of these seven people suddenly became different.
When they left, Xing Tian narrowed his eyes slightly.
‘I hope you can give birth to an S. Otherwise, if I want to get promoted, I will have to join the Six Elders. ’
…
Outside Fortress No. 82, a temporary supply station.
"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough!"
A violent fake cough made Wang Jixuan wake up from his trance.
He looked outside with his spiritual consciousness. Uncle Hei, ah, no, Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian, was sitting on the inflatable sofa with his legs crossed, holding a holographic newspaper and pretending to read it.
Peony, who had returned, stood in the corner a little nervously, thinking about her faults while facing the wall and pretending to be recharging her batteries. -Although she has a nuclear battery.
Taoist Wang couldn't help but smile and narrow his eyes.
The Commander-in-Chief is a little embarrassed?
He really didn't want to be on the same level as Xiao Fu.
Wang Jixuan lowered his head and got out of the supply truck. Fu Jian raised his head and glanced at Wang Jixuan, with a stiff smile on his mechanical face.
Fu Jian coughed: "Well... what, what canned food to eat at night? I'll ask them to deliver it."
Wang Jixuan smiled and asked, "Uncle Hei, are you going back to the headquarters?"
"Well, there are still a lot of official duties over there, and I will send a few capable men over to protect you."
"You don't need to send too many, one or two are enough. It's best not to disturb me. When the danger in Fortress 76 is relieved, I will go back there... Peony, go get two chairs and I will make them for the commander-in-chief. A psychic therapy.”
"Uh," Fu Jian's heart pounded, "Is this appropriate?"
"What's inappropriate? The longer you live, the better I can live."
Wang Jixuan greeted directly:
"Don't be reserved. I can help you extend your life. I also have a few questions to ask you."
Extend life?
Fu Jian was stunned for a moment and stared at Wang Jixuan: "Are you sure?"
"You will know if you try it. I also have a gift for the D5 War Zone in recognition of your outstanding contributions to the cause of fighting blade beasts and fighting psykers."
"You brat! The word commendation is not used lightly!"
"Then don't press it anymore."
"No! Hey, you! Let me live a few more years. I still have a few plans to complete... Commendations are okay, but I personally accept commendations from alien civilizations, which does not represent the earth's civilization and alien civilizations. It’s a subordinate relationship, and this principle is extremely important.”
Wang Jixuan:......
The setting Zhou Zhengde imagined has actually formed a logical closed loop!
Well done.
Fu Jian soon lay down on the chair, and still asked a little warily: "What do you want to ask me?"
"I haven't thought about it yet, let's talk about it... Hey, why do you really only have one brain and a few organs? It's really hard to deal with..."
Mudan wisely went to guard outside, not daring to listen to the conversation inside.
Soon, cheerful laughter could be heard in the supply station, like two old friends chatting about everyday things.
Peony kept watching and suddenly noticed something unusual.
A psychic reaction left the plane that Mudan had been staring at and rushed here quickly, it seemed...
Aunt Dragonfly?
(End of chapter)