Chapter 127 Him? Little Fu

“Grandpa Hei, you can wake up now.”

“Um?”

Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian, who had just fallen asleep, opened his eyes warily. His mechanical prosthetic eye shone brightly, and his biological eyes held a hint of confusion, which quickly turned into astonishment.

The pain is gone?

The suffocating feeling, like being held underwater, caused by the brain modification, was greatly relieved at this moment.

Fu Jian even felt that his vision in his one eye had returned, his mind had become very relaxed, and his thinking had become agile, as if he had returned to his prime when he had just undergone the transformation…

this?

Fu Jian sat up smoothly and raised his hand to touch his cheek.

It’s still mechanical;

He felt as if he had traveled back to fifty or sixty years ago.

Fu Jian turned his head to look to the side, where Wang Jixuan was putting on the White Devil helmet of the X Armor.

Wang Jixuan was soaked in sweat, and his steps were unsteady.

Fu Jian asked, “How did you do that?”

“This is information that cannot be released at this time.”

Wang Jixuan took a sip of water and smiled:

“Aunt Dragonfly has been waiting for over half an hour. I’m going to meet her. She’s a pretty capable person and good at gathering intelligence. I want her to provide me with some information about psionicists. She also needs something from me… Uncle Black, you can just get me a few thousand crystal cores as a reward when you get back.”

Fu Jian nodded: “No problem, but because of insufficient information, we will have to pay in installments.”

Wang Jixuan pursed his lips and frowned: “Are you trying to control me this way?”

Fu Jian said seriously, “It’s because large-scale transportation of crystal cores will be detected by the satellites of the Psionic City.”

“I believe it.”

Wang Jixuan performed a chest-expanding movement, took a gentle breath, and her pale face quickly regained its color.

He walked toward the exit of the supply station with his hands in his pockets.

Fu Jian hesitated, then said, “Hmm…”

“You’re welcome, it’s nothing.”

Fu Jian felt a lump in his throat, and Wang Jixuan turned and jumped out of the already opened electric door.

“This guy,” Fu Jian raised his hand to cover his neck. His mechanical eye quickly saw a series of self-test data. The original dozen or so dark yellow or even red numbers had now mostly turned light yellow or even green.

“Do you think I can live another seven or eight years?”

Fu Jian got up and stretched a few times, shaking off his trench coat. He looked decades younger and began reading the data files that he had previously found daunting.

…

When Wang Jixuan used his spiritual sense to find Peony and Dragonfly Granny, they were squatting in a sandpit, and they even used a holographic device to hide the sandpit.

Peony laid a tablecloth at the bottom of the pit, knelt down on one side of the tablecloth, and placed industrially produced fake tea in front of her.

Aunt Dragonfly squatted outside the tablecloth, with six or seven cigarette butts already at her feet, glancing at her watch every now and then.

She asked impatiently, “How much longer until your superior arrives? I’m leaving soon.”

“The officer is here.”

The peony said gently:

“Our superior did have some very important matters to attend to, so he was unable to come to see you immediately. We must apologize for that.”

Grandma Dragonfly rolled her eyes: “You’re right, why would I get angry with a mechanical being like you?”

“Although Peony is a mechanical being, she seems to be more sensitive to male care than you are.”

The dragonfly glared at her, about to yell, while Peony blinked her innocent big eyes, her face full of pure kindness.

“Alright, Peony, don’t be rude to the guests.”

Wang Jixuan’s voice came:

“You come out first, I’ll go down… Why did you choose such a place?”

Peony got up and jumped out of the pit, and Wang Jixuan took the opportunity to slide down.

While the sandpit with its holographic projection was certainly well-hidden, Wang Jixuan was still somewhat apprehensive if Aunt Dragonfly suddenly made her move.

In particular, he did not know the Dragonfly Granny’s specific abilities; he could only sense that this Granny’s mottled aura was six or seven tenths weaker than Mo Feng’s.

Master Wang habitually sat cross-legged and smiled:

“What brings the captain here?”

Uh, I subconsciously used the tone of voice I was used when greeting guests at the mountain gate.

“Does it have to be this formal?”

Aunt Dragonfly coughed, then followed suit and sat cross-legged opposite Wang Jixuan. She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said with disdain:

“It’s industrial tea essence again… Let’s get to the point.”

“Speaking.”

“You asked me for your location information before, but then you didn’t use it. Instead, you gave each of us three ten bottles of healing potion. What does that mean?”

Wang Jixuan smiled gently: “I just want to be on good terms with the captain.”

“Become friends?” Dragonfly Granny asked, puzzled. “Are you really that interested in an unkempt old woman like me? Do military psychics have such unique tastes?”

“It means cooperation and mutual assistance.”

Wang Jixuan said gently:

“An old man told me that you come from a naturalistic background and that your teacher is on good terms with him, and that’s what I’m after.”

“Moreover, I think that the Psionic Capital will eventually have a war with the War Zone. This is a continuation of the rebellion fifty years ago, and it is unavoidable. The Nature Faction is also an object that the War Zone must win over. So the friendship I have built with the captain will definitely come in handy.”

“Having more friends means having more options. Besides, the captain has outstanding abilities… In my opinion, you are more strategically valuable than that Mo Feng.”

“You look young, but you’re quite the talker, huh.”

Aunt Dragonfly instinctively wanted to light a cigarette, but then resisted and tucked the cigarette behind her ear.

When will the maned bear be released?

“Soon, I always keep my word, so don’t worry,” Wang Jixuan smiled. “We won’t be making Zongxiong confess or testify here anymore. Now that we have Mo Feng’s body, we have the upper hand.”

“Alright, then I’ll tell you some information, as a supplement to the previous transaction.”

Aunt Dragonfly said quickly:

“Mo Feng’s death angered the six elders, but the reason for their anger was somewhat ridiculous.”

“Part of the reason is that a powerful S-class psionicist was killed by Fu Jian’s subordinates.”

“The other reason is that they sensed a hidden force that was deliberately provoking Fu Jian, wanting him to kill the six of them.”

“Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian’s will has reached its limit, which is a well-known fact in the City of Spiritual Energy. The six elders are now living in fear because they all feel that Fu Jian will take them with him.”

“The Six Elders are now secretly purging the Beast God Faction, and the Fifteen-Person Council—a daily administrative organization of the Spirit Management Committee composed of fifteen powerful S-class members—is already underway.”

“In order to maintain the deterrent effect of the Psionic City over all war zones, the council also decided to take limited retaliation against the D5 war zone and lodge a strong protest.”

“They will most likely send a bunch of S-class psionicists to the D5 command center to put pressure on Fu Jian. However, it could also be at the D5 border. They are also afraid of Fu Jian. Apart from idiots like Mo Feng, no one dares to act recklessly in front of Fu Jian.”

Wang Jixuan: ……

Half an hour ago, the Demon Commander’s soul was indeed on the verge of collapse.

But not anymore.

Even if Wang Jixuan does nothing next, Xiao Fu’s breakdown will be delayed by ten years.

Taking the opportunity, Wang Jixuan asked, “How will they retaliate?”

“This is all the information I have so far. The Spirit Management Committee shouldn’t do anything too drastic. At most, they’ll just use intimidation tactics and flex their muscles to tell everyone that Mo Feng was killed simply because Fu Jian was too strong, and that other war zones don’t have Fu Jian.”

“Also, when you killed Mo Feng, you exposed a special S-class psionicist, Xing Tian.”

The Dragonfly Grandma’s wristwatch popped up a projection box containing Xing Tian’s basic information.

Aunt Dragonfly said quickly:

“This S-class psionicist left the psionic capital a long time ago and erased all information about him in the psionic capital.”

“When we were collecting information, we found out some new intelligence. He is very strong, several times stronger than Mo Feng, and was once considered one of the ten strongest people most likely to be promoted to SS level.”

“According to the intelligence I have, his base is in D2, on a snow-capped mountain.”

“He will probably retaliate against you next, because you killed the material he painstakingly cultivated.”

Wang Jixuan laughed: “Then let him bring it on. He just had his arm broken by the Commander-in-Chief.”

“Yes, I’ve received that information.”

Dragonfly Granny stared at Wang Jixuan:

“I’ve expressed my sincerity, so shouldn’t you express yours by answering two questions?”

Master Wang asked with a smile, “Is this how you obtain information?”

“I guess so.”

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“Ask away.”

“Who are you? What is your true face?”

Wang Jixuan removed his helmet, revealing… Zhou Tiantian’s face.

The dragonfly lady’s eyes revealed compound eye structures: “I mean, behind your mask.”

“This cannot be disclosed for the time being,” Wang Jixuan said seriously. “Mutual trust is built gradually, and we have only just begun our cooperation. What is another question?”

“What kind of water is that? Can other people use it?”

Aunt Dragonfly’s eyes showed a hint of urgency:

“Several of my friends are suffering from this kind of pain.”

Wang Jixuan frowned and pondered.

“They are the Nature faction,” Aunt Dragonfly said immediately. “Many of them know Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian. It’s just that the power in the Psionic Capital is now controlled by the ruling faction. We don’t speak loudly, but the older generation’s stance has never changed.”

“This,” Master Wang said in a deep voice, “requires each person to receive the appropriate treatment…”

A hint of disappointment appeared in Aunt Dragonfly’s eyes.

A dry cough suddenly came from the side.

Wang Jixuan did not turn his head; his spiritual sense continued to cover all areas.

When the dragonfly lady looked up, she looked like a frightened, disheveled rabbit. She hopped to the corner of the sandpit, her body covered in fine scales, her eyes filled with terror.

The burly, cyborg old man appeared silently at the edge of the pit, his mechanical eyes flashing red, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Who else could it be but the devilish commander-in-chief, Fu Jian?

Fu Jian glanced at Aunt Dragonfly, nodded slightly to her, and gave her a calm smile.

Fu Jian looked at Wang Jixuan and spoke, but his voice was a gentle voice that Dragonfly Auntie couldn’t believe…

“Would you like anything else?”

“No for now. I’ll have them pass on the message if needed later. Are you going back?”

“Yes.”

Fu Jian spoke leisurely, as if chatting with an old friend:

“I wanted to stay here a few more days, but those old fogies have already put pressure on us. A large number of psionicists have left the psionic capital and are heading to our D5 border. D3 is cooperating with them.”

“D3 is terrible, too bad I can’t reach it. I won’t bother you anymore, you can continue chatting… Little Dragonfly, please give my regards to your teacher.”

“Okay, okay!”

Grandma Dragonfly immediately stood up straight, her hands unsure of what to do, and nodded vigorously in response.

Fu Jian said to Wang Jixuan, “This time we might be able to slay a few more S-class enemies and have some fun!”

Wang Jixuan patiently advised, “Don’t always be fighting and killing.”

“Let’s go!”

Fu Jian turned and waved, then walked towards the supply truck that automatically rose from the sand not far away, and truly left.

Wang Jixuan took a sip of tea, secretly chuckling to himself as he admired Aunt Dragonfly’s expression.

After the supply truck drove away, Aunt Dragonfly slowly relaxed, frowning, pursing her lips, and subconsciously raising her hand to tidy the ends of her hair beside her ear.

“Old devil…cough cough, why would the hero commander…would…”

“Ah, you mean Xiao Fu?”

Wang Jixuan asked with a smile:

“We two old buddies just get together occasionally, Captain, you don’t need to overthink it.”

“Come sit down, let’s continue to discuss the follow-up cooperation. You came back to me because of that water, and I also need you to provide me with some information about the Psionic City.”

Grandma Dragonfly gritted her teeth and cursed, “What’s the point of even talking about chicken feathers?!”

“Um?”

“Well, that’s right,” Aunt Dragonfly knelt down like Peony had earlier, “Let’s get to know each other again. My surname is Mai, Mai Dragonfly. You can just call me Xiaomai. Don’t let my appearance fool you, I’m only thirty-six this year. I just don’t take good care of myself, hehehehe.”

Wang Jixuan: ……

Was Grandpa Fu Jian’s performance just now a bit too much?

Are psionicists really that afraid of Fu Jian?

It seems that the quality of this soul-strengthening treatment for Fu Jian is increasing!

“Then let’s have a brief discussion about the types of intelligence that will follow and how it will be transmitted.”

Wang Jixuan said solemnly:

“After you finish your water, I will give you ten more bottles. One bottle a month is enough. If these hidden ailments are caused by an injury, you can take it directly.”

“Okay, thank you. But what about my teammates…?”

“sure.”

Wang Jixuan followed suit and said:

“I quite like Beta. I’ll invite him to visit me more often when I have the chance. As for your friends, we’ll see how our cooperation goes. If it goes well, everything will be fine.”

He paused, then said gently:

“Don’t worry, I’m much gentler than Xiao Fu.”

Beside the sandpit, Peony looked up at the sky, struggling to suppress her laughter.

…

at the same time.

Fortress No. 82, surface military camp, in the Ling Tong dedicated supply transport aircraft.

Ling Tong is currently performing system debugging and simple repairs on the robotic arm. Her previous battle with Mo Feng has forced her to enter the next maintenance cycle.

However, judging from the results achieved, the losses were extremely cost-effective.

Ling Tong can rest for half a year without taking on any missions, and his merit points will be the highest among the new generation of humanoid mechs!

General-level heads are common, but S-level psychic heads are extremely rare.

Sister Wan sat in her swivel chair, tapping the air with her head down, muttering softly, “That guy, really, why doesn’t he come over and keep you company? Doesn’t he know that the android is at its gentlest when removing its mechanical arm?”

Ling Tong was already used to Sister Wan’s teasing. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she whispered:

“He also needs to recuperate, and I don’t want him to see me without an arm.”

“It’s sexy, believe me,” Sister Wan said candidly.

“Human coordination is the foundation of beauty.”

The instrument next to her beeped, and Sister Wan frowned as she looked over and saw a small radar image with light red dots flashing on it.

Of course, Sister Wan knew who the radar had locked onto.

—To cover for Wang Jixuan, Zheng Shiduo, disregarding his injuries, wandered around the military camp wearing his X-suit and without a helmet.

Now, why has Zheng Shiduo’s signal suddenly disappeared?