"I can't feel it anymore."

"What?"

"I can't sense it! Mad! The blood worms I fed with my own blood can't be sensed now! They disappeared! Disappeared in Fortress No. 82! This is impossible! They may have infected those from underground

The person has been moved away! What should I do..."

"What?"

Didi didi!

A harsh sound suddenly came from the radar interface on the side.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! The missile is locked on us!"

"It's impossible for them to move away. Did they find the wrong fortress?"

"This is 82! There is also a locator hidden inside!"

Several people were in a mess.

In the corner of the cabin, the middle-aged female technician couldn't help but raise her hand to her forehead and cursed "a bunch of idiots" in a low voice.

The female technician looked at the missile warning that appeared on the front panel, quickly deleted the database on the aircraft, turned off the defense system of the expensive fighter, and locked the upper limit of liftoff.

"The light of the beast god shines forever."

The female technician took out a sharp utility knife from her pocket, stabbed it into her neck with a smile, slid it half a circle from left to right, and fell down weakly.

The cabin was engulfed in flames within ten seconds.

A corner of the lower city of Fortress No. 82.

Wu Man, who was pale and wearing a helmet, was sitting in a wheelchair.

The young man was almost exhausted and had a splitting headache due to excessive use of psychic powers.

He looked at the last batch of purified infected people in the room in front of him, with a calm smile on his lips. He took out his communicator and sent a message to Wang Jixuan before he raised his head and passed out.

[Sir, the purification task is completed, it is very easy.]

The two half-human mechas behind him quickly moved forward, checking the boy's physical signs with quick movements.

…

A few minutes later.

Ding ding.

Zhou Zhengde grabbed the communicator on the desk.

[Wang Zheng (Light of Decent): Mo Feng has been killed. The poisonous gas in Fortress No. 82 has been cleaned up, and the danger has been eliminated. 】

"pretty!"

Zhou Zhengde's eyes widened, he clenched his fist and hit the corner of the table hard, then he held his fist and gasped.

He waved his hand and subconsciously looked around to make sure that he was in the prison's small dormitory, and then he replied to the message with confidence.

[Xiao Zhou (great speaker): How did you do it, talk about such a big thing so lightly! I don’t even know how to praise you! You killed Mo Feng? S-level psychic power

Who! Still ranked thirty-sixth!]

[Wang Zheng: I am just one of the participants in the plan. To be precise, it is Lingtong, Mudan, Captain Zheng, and me. The four of us cooperate with some of my unique methods, as well as the all-round support of the military in the theater, and...

…Your grandpa’s pressure.]

[Xiao Zhou: Huh? My grandpa? Isn’t he always in the command center? 】

[Wang Zheng: Have you seen him recently? 】

[Xiao Zhou: No, he is usually very busy and has to attend various meetings, and he is fierce. I actually don’t dare to hang out in front of him unless he calls me over for dinner, but I have been serving time in prison recently.

.]

[Wang Zheng: I can say now that your grandpa is a big man who speaks foul language and likes to make dirty jokes. Well, there is also the small refrigerator hidden in his chest that he is proud of. ]

[Xiao Zhou: What is this all about? 】

[Wang Zheng: He pretended to be a black shell instructor and protected me for a while! Good guy! He even deceived me about the color of my underwear! He is so treacherous! 】

[Lingtong (miracle witness): When describing our commander-in-chief, please try to use some elegant words. 】

[Wang Zheng: I was misled by you, you have to compensate me.]

[Lingtong: In fact, the news I have been receiving is that my biological grandfather is protecting you. As for the Commander-in-Chief switching positions with him, I am indeed unaware of it. 】

[Lingtong: If you particularly mind, I can formally apologize. 】

[Wang Zheng: It’s okay, it’s all trivial. Don’t take it personally. This actually saves me a lot of communication costs with the military. Moreover, I quite like Uncle Hei, the old naughty boy Fu Jian. 】

[Wang Zheng: I suffered heavy losses this time. Hundreds of crystal cores were used, and some trump cards were exposed. This made me feel a little uncomfortable and I urgently needed some comfort. 】

[Lingtong: Well, I can make you a cup of coffee. 】

[Wang Zheng: I was actually hinting to Zheng De, asking him to help me find Dongfang Commander to get more crystal nuclei. 】

Zhou Zhengde smiled with his eyes narrowed and murmured: "These two are really interesting. What age are they now? Do they still want to imitate those middle school students and start falling in love by holding hands?"

[Xiao Zhou: Leave this to me. Can you send me some photos of Mo Feng’s body? I can use it.]

Ding ding.

[Wang Zheng: Don’t act on your own in this matter. Wait for orders from the top military officials. 】

[Wang Zheng: I just thought about it. The most sensible thing for the military to do now is to accumulate momentum. Mo Feng's death has given us an absolute advantage. At this time, we must accumulate advantages, turn them into victory, and unite as many theaters as possible.

Let’s attack the thirteen together.]

[Xiao Zhou: Alas, what I'm worried about is that the blade beast group will move again next. 】

[Lingtong: It’s very possible. 】

[Wang Zheng: Are you making it clear that the Thirteen Institutes are connected to the Blade Beast Group? 】

[Xiao Zhou: Who knows, but you are right, I can't be anxious now, just do the tasks assigned to me by the organization, and the rest will wait for orders. There is no need to give the photo of Mo Feng's body, although I really want to

Have fun.]

[Lingtong: Do you need to bring Captain Zheng and Wu Man into the group chat? 】

【Wang Zheng: Yes.】

[Xiao Zhou: I have no objection.]

[Lingtong: Okay, I'll apply for an encrypted contact device for them. 】

[Wang Zheng: I’m going to have a good relationship with the Tree of Kindness.]

Zhou Zhengde's head was full of questions.

What the hell is the Tree of Kindness? Is it okay to talk about connecting with other people in front of Lingtong?

Love in the fortress era does not distinguish between men and women.

Of course, love can be between men and women, but the number must be limited. More than two people is an ethical issue, not a gender recognition issue.

Zhou Zhengde was about to ask more questions when the projector at the corner of the table suddenly started working.

Several rays of light formed a screen, which projected the 'Black Instructor' Fu Jian, who was wearing a black leather coat with large blood stains on it.

Fu Jian frowned and looked at Zhou Zhengde.

Zhou Zhengde stood up and immediately waved his hands in a military salute:

"Zhongcheng Security Team Zhou Zhengde of Fortress No. 76! Report to the Commander-in-Chief!"

"Well, very good, very energetic."

Fu Jian nodded and threw the bloody arm he was holding into the incubator next to him.

Zhou Zhengde asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, what is that?"

"A hidden left arm of an S-class psyker. Although this guy escaped, his ability should have dropped a lot, and it will be impossible for him to be promoted to SS in the future."

Fu Jian said calmly:

"Mo Feng is the key material that he has trained for many years and used to promote him to SS.

"This old guy has always been a hardline member of the ruling faction. This time he directly attacked his power, and the results were very good.

"It's so Zhengde. Well, I contacted you suddenly because grandpa wants to consult you about something."

Zhou Zhengde frowned and pursed his lips, concentrating on his grandfather's test questions and feeling a little curious in his heart.

What is it that even the omnipotent grandpa cannot solve?
Chapter completed!