Negotiation?
When Wang Daochang heard this, he couldn't help but have many thoughts.
The discovery of the brain-eating worms and the failure of the Blade Beasts' plan to monitor humans, coupled with the proven communication system of the brain-eating worms, meant that 'Black Storm,' who first discovered the brain-eating worms—his ordinary combat alias—would easily be targeted by the Blade Beasts.
This guy isn't infected with brain-eating worms…
It can't be ruled out that the Blade Beasts have some special means to lock onto a life form.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Wang Daochang's mouth.
'Still coming to negotiate… Do these beasts really think humans don't have powerful cultivators?'
"What's wrong? Are the Blade Beasts coming to negotiate?"
Ling Tong looked at Wang Jixuan's expression and asked softly.
"Everyone, prepare yourselves!"
Wang Jixuan's voice immediately made the few people playing nearby tense up.
"I'm afraid, they're coming with ill intentions."
… …
At the same time;
About ten kilometers away from the military camp, in a sand dune in the Sar Desert, inside a sand-diving transport vehicle.
The mastermind who controlled the on-duty soldier was sweating profusely at this moment.
A man and a woman were sitting in the operating room of the carriage. The man was wearing an amplifier shaped like a pressure cooker, and only wore a pair of boxer briefs. His strong body was covered with many scars and tattoos, and sweat kept dripping into the basin placed at his feet.
The young woman next to him, with fair skin, beautiful appearance, and a good temperament, was lovingly wiping the sweat from the man's body.
She whispered, "Senior, hasn't the military's cyborg armor come out yet?"
"Yeah," the man said in a low voice, "Jiajia, don't worry, they should also have concerns."
Ding Jiajia sighed, "Your ability can't last too long. Exceeding the limit will cause harm to yourself… What concerns could they have?"
"That's not very clear."
The man took a light breath:
"We only have this one chance. Jiajia, don't worry, we are both A-level psionics, considered talents they urgently need. It's just that going directly would easily lead to us being besieged and killed."
"We must complete this negotiation before the teacher discovers our little actions."
Ding Jiajia nodded quickly and continued to wipe the sweat from the man's body, constantly checking the various data displayed on the instrument.
After a few minutes, the man suddenly said, "They're out. Someone brought a table and chairs, right next to the transport plane. They had the person I'm controlling sit down… Hmm, Ling Tong came out first."
Ding Jiajia's eyes lit up: "Those photos of her were photoshopped, right? That model figure is definitely photoshopped."
The man immediately nodded in agreement.
"It must be photoshopped. How could anyone have long legs, a thin waist, abs, beautiful breasts, and a swan neck all at once? Her overall score must be lower than my Jiajia's."
Ding Jiajia narrowed her eyes slightly: "Oh, brother, you're suddenly so good at talking. She really has a better figure than me, right?"
"Everyone's aesthetic is different. While admitting that she may be more outstanding, I must admit that in my subjective aesthetic, your figure, wife, is the best!"
"Hurry up and get down to business. Don't hold on for too long, the distance is still too far."
"Okay, okay."
The sweat on the man's body obviously increased a bit.
It's just a married man's way of survival.
The man closed his eyes, his muscles tensed, and waves of ripples kept rippling around him. The perspective switched to the soldier he was controlling, looking at Ling Tong across the table, as well as Black Storm, who was standing behind Ling Tong with his arms crossed, and slowly said:
"I've seen both of your profiles, Major Ling Tong, the strongest of the latest generation of cyborg armor with the least body modification, and this one, Mu Liang, the military's only successful psionic, Black Storm."
Wang Jixuan raised an eyebrow when he heard this.
The Blade Beasts' intelligence database is really outdated. Black Storm's fake identity was first Mu Liang, then Zhou Tiantian, and now it has been changed to his secular name, Wang Zheng!
Ling Tong calmly opened her mouth: "What do you want to talk about?"
Wang Jixuan said coldly: "You can use whatever tricks you have. Humans have no retreat and will only fight to the death."
"Hmm?"
The man was obviously a little puzzled. The faces of the main body and the puppet were synchronized. He tilted his head with his eyes closed, and then showed a dazed expression.
He smiled wryly: "You're right, humans have no retreat, but this wasn't caused by us."
Wang Daochang almost exploded with anger.
He had seen shameless people, but he had never seen such despicable and shameless people!
"Not caused by you?"
Wang Jixuan raised his voice, directly skipping the script he and Ling Tong had discussed, and pressed his hands on the edge of the table:
"In the past hundred years of history, I have only seen killing and destruction! Endless killing! Endless destruction! This civilization was originally living in peace, but you suddenly broke in, you are thorough invaders and destroyers, and now you have the nerve to say that it was not caused by you!
"If you fight openly, maybe I can respect you a little!"
"If you dare to do this but don't dare to admit it, then don't blame me for using some extraordinary means!"
The man was completely stunned and murmured:
"Isn't the history of psionics only eighty years… If you count a hundred years, you can round it up… Chief, are you misunderstanding something? I'm here to surrender. I'm a psionic. I just controlled this brother to negotiate first because I was afraid that we would be killed without saying a word if we came directly."
"By the way, I want to know about the prisoner policy here. Is there a pregnant woman protection law, or something like that."
What?
Wang Daochang looked at Ling Tong, who blinked, a little puzzled.
They had been studying the brain-eating worms all day, their minds full of how the Blade Beasts were, when suddenly a psionic popped up, and he was here to surrender?
The emotions and empathy that Wang Daochang had managed to stir up were all wasted!
… …
A few minutes later.
Wang Jixuan and his party were gathered in front of the projection screen, analyzing the video data they had just received.
—They obtained this video through the encrypted communication channel left by the psionic who could control puppets.
In the video, a man and a woman sat side by side. The man had a square face, and the woman had a sweet appearance. One was calm, and the other was nervous. Most of the time, the man was the one speaking.
"My name is Ji Yale, and my wife, Ding Jiajia, are students of Xing Dian, an S-level psionic."
"I have an A+ psionic level certificate, and my wife is A-. I specialize in mental manipulation psionics, which is relatively useless. It's more useful against humans, but it's not very effective against Blade Beasts, so I became the interrogation specialist by the teacher's side."
"My wife is good at telekinetic control, and her overall combat power is much higher than mine."
"We two should be the first of the seven students sent by the teacher to arrive here, also to make use of this time difference… To get straight to the point, we want to escape from Teacher Xing Dian's control."
Ding Jiajia sighed: "Because of Mo Feng's death, the teacher is already on the verge of madness. He pushed the seven of us out to deal with you, actually wanting the seven of us to compete to advance to the S-level psionic."
"But this is not kindness."
Ji Yale shrugged:
"We are not fools. Mo Feng is dead, and Teacher Xing Dian's hope of being promoted to SS-level is gone. He urgently needs a new S-level material."
"He wants the seven of us to come over and die, fighting you to the death. It's best to have a few die in battle and directly promote one, and then he can get a new material."
"So if we don't do something, then all that awaits us is death."
Ding Jiajia lowered her head and stroked her lower abdomen: "We have a reason to live, and at least live for five or six years."
Ji Yale said in a deep voice:
"The recent confrontation between the D5 war zone and the Psionic Capital has given us new hope. We have also given this step careful consideration."
"First of all, my wife has never killed anyone. She has been living in the base since she came out of the infusion pool."
"My hands are stained with blood, and I used to be Xing Dian's right-hand man. If I need to atone for my sins, I can serve in the war zone for a certain number of years and accept your trial, or I can be a tainted witness to testify against the crimes of the Psionic Capital. I need your protection, and I hope that my wife can give birth to our child safely."
Ding Jiajia's eyes were slightly red: "We don't beg for your forgiveness, we just want to ask you to give us a few years, give us shelter, and we will give you feedback, feedback to the best of our ability."
"Please give us a reply as soon as possible. The control of the self-destruct chip in both of our brains is in the teacher's hands. I am good at technology, so I have temporarily blocked this signal. I also hope that you can help us with an extraction surgery."
"Thank you."
"We will first go to the area three kilometers near the military camp for further contact."
The video stopped.
The people in the transport plane looked at each other.
"Psionic surrendering?"
Wu Man asked: "Don't they know that D5 and the Psionic Capital also have extradition treaties?"
Zheng Shiduo frowned and reminded: "We must guard against it. What if they suddenly attack us?"
Ling Tong simply said: "It has been reported to the First Assistant of the Commander-in-Chief. They are assessing the subsequent impact."
"They have a baby."
Sister Wan sighed:
"If this matter is true, then they may really think about the future because of this matter, and stop continuing to degenerate in the current environment."
"What do we do now? Aren't we supposed to reply as much as possible?" Wan Xiaoqi asked in a low voice.
Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to Ling Tong… Wang Jixuan beside her.
The Daoist thought for a while: "It's very simple to verify. If this matter is true, then we will have the opportunity to strip Xing Dian, that old S, of his intelligence. We can give them a reply. If what they said is true, we can help them remove the brain self-destruct chip tonight."
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"Huh?"
Zheng Shiduo's eyes widened:
"How can we take them out? The self-destruct chips are set to explode upon contact! Even S-class psionicists can't operate them!"
"Those are psionicists."
Wang Jixuan nonchalantly curled his lips:
"Prepare anesthetics that are harmless to the fetus, knock them unconscious, and bring them to the military camp.
"Let the Special Forces handle this entire operation; I don't trust the regular garrison troops.
"Leave the rest to me. Two A-levels are valuable combat resources for the war zone's front lines."
Ling Tong immediately nodded: "I'll arrange it."
Sister Wan asked worriedly: "Don't we need to wait for a response from the headquarters?"
"He has enough authority to decide this matter," Ling Tong pointed at Wang Jixuan.
Zheng Shiduo rubbed his hands and asked: "Can I take a look? No other meaning, I just don't want to leave the control of the war zone's front lines. I'm just curious, a bit puzzled how the chips are taken out!"
Daoist Wang stroked his chin and muttered: "We could practice on a C-level first."
Zheng Shiduo silently moved behind Wu Man's wheelchair.
"Don't, even if it's a cheap life, it can still be used later!"
"Wow," Mudan praised softly, "A very clever double entendre."
What?
Wang Jixuan couldn't react for a moment.
...
The couple, Ji Yale and Ding Jiajia, cooperated fully.
They agreed to the military's request for anesthesia, disarmed, and arrived at the edge of the military camp. Under the lock of heavy firepower, they inhaled the anesthetic and were carried into the military camp, placed in a medical tent.
Wang Jixuan put on the X-Armor and appeared here with Mudan. Ling Tong, Wu Man, and Zheng Shiduo stood guard nearby.
To be safe, start with a soul search.
Wang Jixuan spoke, and Mudan recorded, reviewing the general content of their memories. It was basically consistent with what Ji Yale and Ding Jiajia said in the video.
Similarly, Wang Jixuan directly learned about Xing Dian's Snow Mountain Base and Xing Dian's debauched, tyrannical daily life in that base as an old S-class.
A true local emperor, a psionicist.
Ji Yale and Ding Jiajia were psionicists who had been cultivated by Xing Dian since childhood. Ji Yale was Xing Dian's senior assistant, with outstanding abilities, while Ding Jiajia was a thug trained by Xing Dian. Ji Yale had a lot of Xing Dian's criminal evidence in his mind.
'It's a pity that humanity doesn't yet have a court capable of judging Xing Dian... Alas, later, this poor Daoist can only resort to private justice.'
Daoist Wang felt very sorry for this.
He was a righteous cultivator.
Xing Dian's relationship with the Psionic Metropolis was also relatively complex.
This guy was a ruling faction. He had close relationships with several powerful people in the Psionic Management Council. He could obtain resources provided by the Psionic Metropolis. The Snow Mountain Base set up in the D2 Comprehensive War Zone also had the effect of deterring the D2 Comprehensive War Zone.
In addition, Xing Dian's Snow Mountain Base set up dozens of secret laboratories to explore new methods of psionic energy utilization and conduct inhumane human experiments.
There was also a large cloning base over there.
Just the memories Ji Yale showed were enough to make the full set of tortures in the eighteen levels of hell unable to satisfy Xing Dian's execution needs.
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Daoist Wang smiled dumbfounded:
"These seven fellow disciples are really interesting. These two came directly to surrender. Three others are determined not to enter the D5 War Zone, wandering on the edge. Only two are relatively stupid, wanting to compete in the S-level promotion ceremony to be materials for their teacher."
"Later, we can just take the initiative to kill these two relatively stupid ones."
Mudan said leisurely: "Without the interference of powerful external forces, the suffering of individual humans mostly stems from their own cognition."
"Prepare for the surgery. You've even gotten philosophical."
"Okay, sir! Mudan is your excellent helper at all times! What surgical instruments should I prepare?"
"An alloy box."
"And then?"
"Just this, one that can withstand explosions. Call Lao Zheng over, doesn't he want to take a look?"
"Uh, the pervert said he wouldn't look, to avoid probing confidential information... The box is already prepared."
Wang Jixuan took out a Demon-Breaking Dagger from his lower back, deftly cut a thin slit behind Ji Yale's ear, and with a flick of his sword fingers, a few drops of blood dripped out and floated on their own, actually merging into the wound behind Ji Yale's head bit by bit.
Wang Jixuan narrowed his eyes, his movements extremely gentle, his fingers gently plucking like playing the qin.
The flesh behind Ji Yale's head separated.
The scene was a bit strange and terrifying.
Before long, a chip wrapped in blood floated out. The chip did not sense any external pressure and was sent into the alloy box by Wang Jixuan.
Clang!
The box emitted poisonous smoke. Mudan immediately took a deep breath and purified the thick smoke into her body.
"Not too difficult."
Wang Jixuan repeated his trick and took out the self-destruct chip attached to the female psionicist's head.
This time he was even more calm, and no poisonous smoke leaked out.
After that, he began to think about whether to make these two guys the second and third victims of Buddhism.
Considering that Ding Jiajia was pregnant and did not have any baleful aura herself, Wang Jixuan decided to only use Mahayana Buddhism on Ji Yale to add a solid A-level combat force to the D5 War Zone.
Just as he was about to start, Mudan suddenly tilted her head and looked into the depths of the desert.
"Sir, there's an unexpected situation. The army has detected a weak psionic reaction."
"What type? A psionicist?"
"No, this time it's a Blade Beast, a Mimic Blade Beast and it's not sneaking."
"Hmm?"
Daoist raised his hand and supported his forehead. The emotions he had worked so hard to brew before had already been used up.
Three or four kilometers away.
A skinny old man walked in the cold desert at night, walking step by step towards the military camp here, and this old man was cast by the moonlight on the sand dunes, revealing the silhouette of a huge moth.
Mimic Blade Beast · Evangelist.
Circles of fluctuations continued to spread towards the darkness, and the patrolling soldiers on the edge of the military camp, affected by these fluctuations, had hoarse, low, and difficult roars emerging from the bottom of their hearts.
"Black...storm...we...talk..."
