It's over.
He lifted his head and looked at the treasury ahead.
Soon, he turned around and looked at Old Tang, whose face was splattered with blood.
Smiling.
Old Tang subconsciously took a step back, his whole body bristling. What is this damned thing trying to do now? Phrases like "leave no loose ends," "burn bridges after crossing," and "cook the hare after killing the hound" kept popping into his head uncontrollably.
But Ji Jue just smiled and gestured with his hand.
Pointing at the target beside him.
—Strategic gaton-level fusion bomb!
"Please, my friend."
Ji Jue told him, full of anticipation, "The ti to prove your worth has co."
"Damn it..."
In the silence, Old Tang instinctively raised his head to look at the missile warhead taller than himself.
He couldn't help but dry swallow.
The fusion bomb stood silently under the pale light, casting a fierce shadow on Tang Qian's face with its exaggerated outline.
Wait a minute!
This big...will kill us, right?
But unlike his indecision and panic, his body inexplicably heated up, rolling with warmth, his breath gradually growing urgent, unable to restrain the anticipation and hunger within.
Because in the Inheritance burnt offerings, all the ancestors are getting excited!
[Fantastic!]
[Ack! Even if we die, it's worth it!]
[Quick, bring it in! Let taste it!]
[I'll go first!]
[Obviously, I should go first!]
[Don't hurry, Fourth Uncle worked the hardest, let him try first!]
...
These damn ancestral bastards, hopeless!
Old Tang's expression twitched, again and again, ultimately not hesitating, gritting his teeth, he reached out and pressed his hand on the fusion bomb.
Instantly, as the fusion bomb disappeared, an unprecedented feeling of fulfillnt and expansion erged from within, almost unable to bear it.
Such an enormous burden.
His face turned ash-gray, sweating profusely, instinctively he rolled his eyes.
Almost passed out.
Just as he struggled to adapt, Ji Jue began to madly plunder the warehouse, several iron boxes, even bigger than him, were quickly stacked in front of him.
It was like they were waiting in line.
"Co, fit a little more, just a bit, co on buddy, believe in yourself, you can do it!"
"Stop barking!"
Old Tang was about to puke: "That's enough!"
After repeatedly pulling, constantly cheering and encouraging him, Ji Jue finally confird that Old Tang really couldn't take another drop, then reluctantly gave up on so not very rare expensive materials.
Then started destroying traces at the scene, erasing clues and residues from their handiwork.
The movents were incredibly skilled, flowing like water.
Within less than half a minute, the entire holding vault was transford beyond recognition, not a shred of their handiwork could be seen.
"Is this it?" Tang Qian asked incredulously, growing even more indignant, "Why did you make take so many things?"
"Better safe than sorry!"
Ji Jue questioned, "Don't you prepare backup plans when doing things? Even have backups for your backup plans, right? And even if it can't be used, what's the harm in carrying a bit more? It's valuable training…"
"Enough."
Tang Qian raised his hand, interrupting Ji Jue's barking, "Alright, now the problem arises, it's your backup plan—things are already in hand, how do we escape?"
He suspiciously looked at Ji Jue, full of vigilance: "You wouldn't want to fight your way out, would you?"
"Why run?"
Ji Jue asked, puzzled, grinning, "Have you forgotten why we ca here?"
Tang Qian was dumbfounded, his eyes almost popping out.
"Wait, no, this..."
He was speechless: "Is this right?"
"What's there that's not right, it's very right. This is how it was when we ca, if it weren't for us, the Empire wouldn't know how long it would be fooled.
They should be thanking us."
Ji Jue dropped his eyes, glanced at the chaotic scene, soft laughter, "Now, the military departnt has to give us an explanation."
At that mont, he smashed the alarm button on the wall without hesitation.
The piercing sound instantly erupted, echoing throughout the military base.
Two minutes later, the somber-faced agent returned to the car with the weak, badly injured driver, then pulled out 'his own' communicator and dialed Pasarella's number.
The hoarse voice was panicked:
"Duke, not good..."
Soon, among cries of despair, the armory was completely sealed under the agent's command.
"Everyone, take them all down!" The agent's expression was grim: "Don't spare a single blade of grass, nor let a single fly escape from here, understand!"
Just like that, he started the car, speeding towards the bunker command center.
anwhile, the photos from the scene and ergency reports from the military departnt had been sent back to the deathly silent command center.
The scenes within the key military storage, a complete ss!
It looked as if it had been gnawed on by dogs.
According to a rough tally and comparison, the engines and parts of two new fighters, more than hundreds of materials and consumables needed by the Secret Ritual, and even the four tons of gold which the Duke privately stored in the vault as collateral.
And most critically...the gaton-level fusion bomb!
Have all disappeared!
Imdiately after that, chaotic reports from various departnts were finally being filed.
Moreover, disjointed, reversed statents, utterly incomprehensible conditions and contradictory reports, left everyone baffled, unable to understand what was happening.
The only certainty was one thing.
Everyone in the military departnt was utterly bamboozled, treated like a fool!
The guards lost consciousness, heavily injured, utterly lost their minds and mory, now lingering in the ICU barely alive, while all the defenses and control systems of the vault had long been compromised.
Even all the video footage and surveillance over these days were entirely falsified!
If it weren't for the agent's personal investigation, who knows how long they would have been deceived...
Most crucially, the fusion bomb was gone!
Hell, it's really gone!
Like suddenly overwhelming a cal with ten thousand mountains, amidst the continuous bad news, everyone's vision went black, black again and again.
They couldn't even think.
From the attack up to now, barely half an hour has passed, yet too much impact and chaos have unfolded one after another.
The explosion of the Combustible Refinery, the base being assaulted, the deterrent chanism out of control, Revenge's launch, the disappearance of the fusion bomb…one nightmare more overwhelming than the last being enacted before their eyes.
And now, the worst scenario has erged, no space is left for hesitation and indecision.
The Duke's roar echoed throughout the bunker.
Uncontrolled thunder and fla light almost burned the bunker to the ground.
"What are you all waiting for?!"
Pasarella smashed his desk to smithereens, "So many people, after more than ten minutes, can't even take down one bomber, what's the Empire keeping you bunch of useless fools for!?
Tell everyone, no matter the cost, take down that damn bastard!
Also, tell that old thing Dorodongville, don't talk to about any Empire edicts, if the fusion bomb truly detonates in Tower City, I'll make him and his Security Bureau the first to die!
Understand!!!"
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