Seeing Wang Jixuan and Uncle Tai standing to the left and right of the main gate in the surveillance footage,
Ling Tong felt fairly reassured.
Although she rarely saw Uncle Tai active outside, he had always been mature and steady. With an Advanced Mechanic there, things probably would not get too tense.
In front of the Supply Station gate.
Uncle Tai stood with his hands on his hips in a slouching posture, wearing the perfect expression of, 'I'm a level-five citizen and senior military talent, why the hell would I fear you losers?'
Wang Jixuan displayed a whole array of High-Explosive Grenades and aimed his gun at the crowd ahead. He looked ready to open fire the moment someone said the wrong thing.
No, not looked. He had already fired.
There was a bullet crater in the ground.
The gunshot drew attention from all around. At least a hundred uniformed men and women watched from near and far, glaring unpleasantly at the Psionicists who had barged into the military camp.
The Psionicists reacted differently. Most looked vicious, though a few showed timidity.
The lead Psionicist took out a communication device with a fixed screen. Qin Qin's upper body appeared in the palm-sized mirror.
The researcher wore a professional skirt suit and sat behind her office desk, wearily rubbing her brow.
"Junior Mechanic Wang Zheng? I thought Major Ling Tong would be the one coming out."
Qin Qin looked utterly helpless.
"I want to ask: have you decided to operate independently and have no further dealings with the 13th Institute? Is that correct?
"Then what is the point of our being stationed at Fortress No. 76?"
Wang Jixuan had just been about to give a firm reply—Yes, that's right—when a cold snort came from beside him.
"Hmph!"
Uncle Tai raised his