What could Ronan say? He could only straighten up and answer loudly, "Yes, sir!"
Still supporting Gou Ye, Liang Lu opened his mouth to plead for Ronan, but before he could speak, Gou Ye turned his round face—never particularly imposing to begin with—toward him and sneered.
"And you. The operation records? You still have the nerve to look at the operation records? When you saw a large number of instantaneous operation records that were unreasonable yet effective, you should have immediately thought of interactive interference acting directly upon the equipment's configuration framework! Yet you're still confused even now. Are you his superior officer, or part of the corpse collection crew?"
With nothing else to say, Liang Lu could only raise his voice alongside Ronan for a second time. "Yes, sir!"
After just a few exchanges, another wave of impact shuddered through them. The booming vibrations drowned out both Ronan and Liang Lu's voices.
As for Gou Ye, his rear hung off the edge of the repair vehicle as he swayed unsteadily, unable to muster any energy. In the end, he could only glare at Ronan again. "My leg!"
"Ah... yes!"
Ronan was still salvageable, at least. Based on Gou Ye's earlier description, he turned and searched around, quickly spotting the target near the emergency console on the entrance magnetic rail line. He jogged seven or eight meters over and picked up the relatively intact "leg prosthesis," with a section of military trousers still hanging from it.
During that time, Gou Ye raised his brows and asked Liang Lu, "Fish Eggs?"
Liang Lu bared his teeth in what was practically an apologetic smile, but he ultimately answered seriously. "Assimilated Seed. Outstanding talent, stable operation, zero mistakes so far..."
"His routine operations are indeed steady, but the moment things go beyond the