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 this 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 so that he can make a natural transition to 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 seriously:

"Wang Zheng's original name was Mu Liang. During a suicide attempt, he saw 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 the 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 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..."

"If my identity is exposed, I must come back, otherwise I will be embarrassed. Don't I want to lose face?"

Fu Jian laughed and said:

"I just want to leave a good impression on him before coming back.

"He doesn't have too 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 out those nails."

Zhou Zhengde asked: "Aren't we going to go to war with them?"

"If we didn't see Wang Zheng, we would have fought now, otherwise human civilization would just die slowly."

Fu Jian smiled and said:

“But now, my old bones already want to hang on 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, the old people in the Psychic City will 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 will not 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 deceiving 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 the figures of 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 is the foul-mouthed loyal wingman Mudan complaining about:

"Sir, the skin on Mudan's hand is damaged. It will take three days to apply for maintenance before the repair can be carried out. It will be ugly in these three days."

Oh? Is there such a thing?

Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian pushed up 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 the logistics provided by Peony to the frontline headquarters.

Maintenance application sent by the Bureau's Special Armor Section.

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. He is just a necessary autonomous 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 sarcastic about Mudan? Mudan can get angry too! But because you are the chief, Mudan will forgive you generously."

"Okay, I have 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. All the fighting here is over, and he is still sleeping soundly.

Mudan immediately found a pair of gloves to put 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 it would be more exciting."

"Call sir, what have you been thinking about all day?"

Wang Jixuan replied angrily, crossing his arms and staring at Treant 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 Aunt 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 at 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.
To be continued...