Zhao Xi ultimately never got to see his helpers arrive, but the deeper excavation work had nothing to do with him anymore.
Lake City's Close Defense Force aircraft swept low overhead. The Mountain Road was still unsuitable for medium or large aircraft to take off and land, but when there was a murder scene—and one being live-streamed to the entire world—certain objective difficulties became much easier to overcome.
Moreover, the Heavy Load Platform buried beneath the cliff, along with several mangled corpses, was not merely a murder case. It also concerned the handling of the Old County Town Black Factory "shootout"—though that "shootout" now needed quotation marks around it.
If they wanted to raise the stakes further, they could easily invoke Lake City's public order and civilized image.
No matter what, lofty-sounding reasons were always easy to find.
Previously, certain people could still cite objective reasons and plan to land comfortably at the Supply Point before taking the relevant personnel into custody. Now, however, they had no choice but to haul in all kinds of experts and equipment for a relatively dangerous nighttime rain landing.
Thus, the batches of advance personnel who came down from the aircraft were no longer human beings, but humanoid masses of resentment.
Ronan's group no longer paid attention to any of that. They even casually dumped the work of transferring personnel onto others.
Having avoided the tragic fate of getting his Exoskeleton Armor covered in corpse fluid and requiring extra maintenance, Zhao Xi, as a direct beneficiary, nearly wanted to bow in worship before Ronan's godlike move of drawing firewood from under the pot.
"As expected of a global precision-location superweapon. So it's not just good at finding living people—it can search out the dead without any problem too!"
If Zhao Xi was already like