Of course, that’s in the context of a city area with a speed limit of forty miles.
"By the way, there’s no follow-up task assigned, right?" Wang Xiyi "poofed" and spat out an apple core, which traced an elegant arc in the air before landing with a "thud" into a trash can fifteen ters away.
Judging by the sound, the apple core seed to have smashed through the can that Sun Hang tossed in a minute ago while also banging heavily at the bottom of the trash can, causing the entire can to gently sway.
This was the result of Wang Xiyi deliberately controlling her strength... With her current ability, anything she spat out could beco a projectile with an initial velocity of up to a thousand ters per second, punching right through this stainless steel trash can would be a piece of cake.
"No, just this one notification."
"Then continue with your holiday." Wang Xiyi lifted her long right leg, directly resting it on Sun Hang’s shoulder, "My leg is sore, help massage it, make sure to use a bit more force, I can’t feel it if it’s light."
"You can have sore legs? I don’t believe it." Sun Hang turned his head and firmly refused.
"Feeling itchy, huh?" Wang Xiyi twisted her waist directly and swung out her other leg, clamping Sun Hang’s neck with both legs, executing a triangle choke from Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, then supporting herself on the couch, she flipped backward, slamming the bewildered Sun Hang heavily onto the ground.
However, when Wang Xiyi got up, she found she’d actually slamd a puppet made of fungal threads, the real Sun Hang had sohow flashed to the side of the fridge and was grinning mischievously at her.
"Have the guts not to use such tricks!" Wang Xiyi said defiantly.
"In proper combat, I’m not your match, I’ve admitted that long ago." Sun Hang chuckled, "This isn’t a ring with rules, what’s wrong with using a little trickery?"
"Stand there and don’t move!" Wang Xiyi raised her brows, did a forward flip while using the inertia from the flip to heavily whip her long tail towards Sun Hang!
"Hey, sis!" Sun Hang quickly crossed his arms, forcibly taking the tail strike, but the power attached to the dragon tail was too great, even with both arms of the puppet broken, it still kept smashing down with residual force, Sun Hang could only turn the puppet into a giant cushion, wedging it under Wang Xiyi’s tail.
"Bang!"
A loud crash echoed in the living room, the one-and-a-half-ter-thick fungal cushion was instantly compressed to less than half a ter, the air bursting from the compressed cushion even sliced open the adjacent leather sofa—but fortunately, the impact force in the forward direction was eased considerably, leaving the floor underneath intact.
"Are you demolishing the house?" Sun Hang shouted, "Why are you so irritable today? Is your period here?"
Wait, huh? Sun Hang thought to himself, he knew full well if Mr. Wang’s period was here or not, right?
"I failed the last mission, holding a grudge in my heart, feeling suffocated!" Wang Xiyi admitted frankly, "How about you accompany to the research institute’s training room for a match?"
"No, if I don’t use my powers, I can’t beat you; if I do use them, never mind the training room, the entire research institute might get demolished by us." Sun Hang waved his hands repeatedly, "If you’re itching for action, why not go out on patrol to see if anyone’s taking advantage of the chaos or committing cris, and help the sheriffs reduce so workload?"
"People like that, according to the laws of Celestial City, mostly don’t deserve death," Wang Xiyi pouted, "If I make a move, they probably wouldn’t even have a whole corpse left."
...
...
Four o’clock in the afternoon, Celestial City Mysterious Creature Research Institute, "Insecticide Plan" Execution Team.
"Yang Qi, it’s been six hours already... everyone’s nerves have been taut for six hours." A researcher familiar with Yang Qi couldn’t help but complain, "For these six hours, anything happening could make everyone’s nerves jump, yet absolutely nothing has occurred... I’m wondering, isn’t it possible the nuclear reaction stopped due to so issue with Chira 17 itself? Maybe it’s actually good news?"
Song Yarong also turned her head to glance at Yang Qi—unlike her with a thin layer of foundation, Yang Qi had almost no makeup habit, her bare face showing prominent dark circles, her lips moved a few tis but ultimately said nothing.
Song Yarong glanced at the small mirror on the table, her reflected self looking equally tired, the thin foundation unable to cover matching dark circles, and several red swollen pimples had erupted on her forehead and chin due to days of continuous overti work.
The eye socket with the prosthetic eye was dry and itchy, the eye area was slightly itchy too, and the custom "eye drops" bottle she’d been carrying had long been used up, Song Yarong hadn’t had the ti to ask the logistics departnt for another bottle.
Previously, everyone was already overloaded working during sample collection, and now, due to the sudden change in Chira 17, they once again entered a state of high alert... it’s not just her, the ntal state of others in the execution team is also very poor now. Even the military representative, who only needed to supervise and communicate and had no tasks, had bloodshot eyes, a greasy face, and his naturally curly hair was scratched into a ssy bird’s nest due to his habitual head scratching.
"Anyone who feels both physical and ntal states are nearly at their limit can apply to rest," Yang Qi reluctantly said after observing everyone’s state, "But the monitoring efforts of each departnt cannot be relaxed, any abnormal situation, no matter how slight, must be reported, analyzed, investigated, none of the steps in the process can be skipped..."
"Forget it, I better not rest." The researcher who spoke first lanted, "According to your requirents, if I go to rest, my workload will be divided among the others, I don’t want to be haunted by the vengeful ghost of a colleague who died suddenly for the rest of my life... whatever, if we die, we all die together."
"Don’t push yourself too hard, a bad state affects work efficiency." Yang Qi patted the other person’s shoulder, "You go rest first, hand your work to ."
"Oh please, the one really pushing is you." The researcher glared at Yang Qi, "Look at you relying on those drugs for support, cut off your ds and you might faint any minute now."
He wasn’t wrong, Yang Qi was relying on the stimulant injections administered every six hours to keep going, without ntioning, her floating steps gave an impression she could drift into the air at any ti, not to ntion her speech sounding like an urgently ill patient barely clinging to life.
Among this group of people, as the plan leader, Yang Qi had been working the longest and hardest, with no equal.
"No way, I’m the plan leader, I can’t rest." Yang Qi shook her head firmly, "I must..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a communicator suddenly stood up: "There’s an abnormal situation!"
"What abnormality?" Yang Qi’s spirit imdiately lifted, asking urgently.
The previously lethargic atmosphere in the room suddenly vanished, those who were drowsy a mont ago now instantly seed revitalized as if pumped with adrenaline.
"Factory 105 in the southern suburb lost contact three minutes ago."
"Factory 105?" Yang Qi was taken aback, "Is it the one manufacturing critical materials for tic reverse engineering?"
"Exactly!"
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