Feng Jun ultimately couldn’t bear to fill back the coral reef tunnel he had excavated, so he had to resort to destruction.
In fact, it’s quite easy for him to cover up certain traces, but previously he just wanted to make a fortune quietly, without fundantally changing the appearance of the coral reef. Now that this situation has arisen, he has no other choice.
He even detonated hundreds of tons of explosives underwater, turning this dozens of square kiloters of sea area upside down.
An hour later, he finished up and returned to Luohua. As for whether there were any mid-tier Spirit Stones in the Spirit Stone Mine, that would have to be considered later.
It was two hours after he left that a helicopter flew to the scene...
After returning to Luohua, Feng Jun first took a nap, and when he woke up, he found that most people had returned for the Chinese New Year. Even Elder Yu had moved back in, only Shen Qingyi had not returned.
Feng Jun turned on his mobile phone, which ant he was releasing so signals.
In the afternoon, Yu Zhiyuan ca over, "Sothing seems to have happened in the sea area over in Australia?"
So far, Mai Nation is still blocking this information. It’s already quite difficult for Huaxia to obtain so dynamics. If it weren’t for Luohua’s recent actions in Australia, and Feng Jun rarely turned on his mobile phone, no one would have asked Yu Zhiyuan to inquire about it.
Feng Jun smiled indifferently, "Watching him build the tower high, watching the tower collapse... what’s it got to do with us?"
Yu Zhiyuan understood imdiately upon hearing this. He hadn’t said anything but ntioned an incident, and Feng Jun reacted this way, so eight or nine tis out of ten, it’s related to him.
So he nodded slightly and asked in a low voice, "Were there warships involved in the incident? I don’t have a mobile phone on ."
"There should be," Feng Jun replied ambiguously. He wasn’t afraid to admit his involvent with Amstan—Beauty Lin even brought over immigration docunts, but there was no need to go into details.
Yu Zhiyuan pointed in the direction of the mountain gate, "Won’t you give them... a little benefit?"
"Benefits can certainly be given," Feng Jun answered with a smile, "You can go and give them a heads-up, but you shouldn’t handle it yourself."
This is really the most considerate suggestion, letting Lao San handle the human relationships, but keeping the Yu Family uninvolved in specific affairs.
Yu Zhiyuan understood, so he turned his eyes and lowered his voice even more, "What exactly do they have?"
"Submarines, destroyers, and supply ships," Feng Jun answered in a deep voice, "There’s a lot of electronic equipnt on the supply ships."
"Submarine?" Yu Zhiyuan’s mouth gaped wide, "Nuclear?"
"No," Feng Jun shook his head, thinking if it were a nuclear submarine, I wouldn’t dare directly take it to another dinsion. If sothing happened to the reactor when crossing dinsions, I’d be done for.
However, keeping these things in the mobile dinsion is also a headache for him. They obviously look out of place, and he’s pondering a reason to hand them over. So when Yu Zhiyuan ca looking, he wasn’t opposed—he couldn’t just throw them into the Endless Sea, could he?
"No?" Yu Zhiyuan seed a bit disappointed.
"Be content," Feng Jun shot him an annoyed look, "Don’t be so insatiable!"
In fact, those who suspect he was behind this aren’t just Huaxia citizens; even the Mai Nation’s military is sowhat suspicious of him.
So in the next two days, occasionally satellites would track Feng Jun’s mobile phone, and his phone signal flickered intermittently. But no matter what, it was always in this area of Luohua when it appeared.
Beauty Lin and the others reacted quickly too. Three days later, Lin Heihu went to livestream again, stopping people at the mountain gate.
Now, the Earth Deity drives himself; don’t be fooled by his spiritual body appearance, materializing isn’t that big of a problem.
Beauty Lin stopped the car and solemnly spoke, "Could you please tell your boss at noon that I have sothing to discuss with him?"
The crew-cut man beside her spoke, a guy in his early thirties with an expressionless face, "No need to wait till noon, just use the intercom to call him right now."
Lin Heihu turned his head towards him, speaking calmly, "Are you ordering ?"
The crew-cut man was stunned for about two seconds before continuing to respond expressionlessly, "This matter is significant and cannot be delayed."
"I don’t care whether it’s significant or not!" Lin Heihu raised his hand and pointed at him, "Rember, you have no authority to posture in front of ... Beauty Lin, have them send another person to make contact."
Beauty Lin forced a smile, "This... the functions are different, so I’ll handle the liaison instead."
Lin Heihu sighed helplessly, "I’ve suffered losses several tis, yet still love putting on airs. My family, your managent is not doing well this term."
He’s been livestreaming for so long, his mouth has been trained, and he speaks like a live strear, always playing tricks. If soone claid he was a two-thousand-year-old Earth Deity, Beauty Lin would probably be the first not to believe it.
Beauty Lin gave a helpless bitter smile, "This is the system, and crossing jurisdiction effectively mitigates so issues."
She was right; different functions handle different events, avoiding many drawbacks. However, regarding this matter, so people still want to claim credit—it involves four military ships from the Mai Nation after all.
And the buzz-cut’s actions aren’t specifically targeting Luohua; he believes he’s doing things by the book.
When Lin Heihu entered the care center, he asked suspiciously, "Chief Lin, are all these people... this arrogant?"
Inside, Beauty Lin was actually a bit pleased, so she responded with a blank expression, "He didn’t hit you, that’s already sothing."
"Hit ?" The buzz-cut widened his eyes in astonishnt—dare they lay hands on ?
"Many have been beaten," Beauty Lin answered calmly, "Firstly, you can’t beat him; secondly, even if he kills you, he won’t face consequences... Think about what they’ve got."
The buzz-cut moved his lips, finally snorted coldly, and said nothing.
"Don’t cause any more trouble," Beauty Lin glanced at him and spoke lightly, "We’ve finally managed to establish so rapport with them, allowing us to get these things from them. If this connection breaks... Can you bear the consequences?"
The buzz-cut remained silent for a long ti before asking, "Those Mai Nation soldiers, I wonder how they handled them?"
"Probably didn’t survive," Beauty Lin replied softly; she knew about the Lexington.
"Were they all killed?" The buzz-cut raised his eyebrows, not looking surprised but still complinted, "Quite ruthless!"
"Just my guess," Beauty Lin answered nonchalantly, "But when I see him, I can ask."
Feng Jun ca out in the afternoon, and as per usual practice, Beauty Lin reported a hidden naval port.
She proudly indicated that all kinds of shielding inside had been prepared, "Ever since the day before yesterday when we started getting rough information, we’ve been working on this... The organization truly trusts you; everything is cleared now, and you can use it anyti."
Trust or not... Does it matter to ? Feng Jun grinned, "Everyone’s evacuated, and there can’t be any surveillance, right?"
Last ti with the Lexington, he used a thod of deceiving the heavens; this ti it’s four ships, and that kind of operation is too troubleso. Plus, as their interactions increased, his thods also gradually beca exposed, so there’s no need to be overly secretive.
"No problem," Beauty Lin nodded; she’d obviously considered this aspect, "What about those Mai Nation soldiers?"
"Definitely all killed, keep them for the New Year?" Feng Jun replied casually, then requested, "Can you dismantle a few residual Thunders for , preferably modified into electric ignition, direct-strike type... Isn’t this how our troops train artillerists?"
"What do you want this for?" Beauty Lin frowned; this stuff is quite sensitive, in Huaxia, private possession of such things... Even if a web writer writes like this, their work risks losing connection.
"Mai Nation’s ships are too annoying," Feng Jun answered candidly, "I can’t keep ssing with them, so when anxious, I’d use residual Thunders—more options an more fun, right?"
We just love your kind of ssing around! Beauty Lin pondered silently before asking, "So just using their residual Thunders?"
"Of course," Feng Jun nodded as expected, "Using our Thunders brings trouble; I’ll use their weapons to blow up their ships and piss them off!"
"I can’t promise you that," Beauty Lin squinted at him, and then answered seriously, "We are peace-loving, and weapon control is strict... Honestly, I think you don’t need these."
Moved their whole house here, what more do you need a bike for?
"I definitely have my reasons," Feng Jun replied earnestly, "If discussions really can’t work... then forget it."
His expression wasn’t "then forget it"; it was clearly "then I might consider selling to another nation."
Beauty Lin dared not aggravate him, "I will certainly relay this matter, but can’t guarantee the result... I’ll try my best."
After a pause, her eyes twinkled, "By the way, why did you go after them?"
Feng Jun tilted his head, thought, and answered deeply, "Probably because... patriotism, getting fed up with their long-arm jurisdiction for too long."
"Don’t joke," Beauty Lin laughed, her laughter shaking like flowers, and after a while, she stopped, "If you truly were patriotic, I have a list here—can you get them all back?"
"Let’s not joke," Feng Jun waved a hand and spoke firmly, "Patriotism, you see, requires a sense of initiative; I’m okay helping you, but if it becos a duty or work, sorry, I’m not used to being constrained."
After pausing, he emphasized again, "I’m quite satisfied with my current life, and I don’t want anyone to interfere with my lifestyle and quality... Isn’t following fate the better way?"
Beauty Lin’s eyes moved again, "I heard Mai Nation’s ships block that sea area; is there sothing there?"
"What could be there?" Feng Jun was really tough inside now; not only did he respond naturally, but he even managed to display an incredulous expression, "Even if there’s sothing good, can your hands reach it?"
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