The Rare Virtue of Playing Dumb

Liu Di looked toward the battlefield.

There were more than a dozen ancient war machines.

Their treads turned, fitted with bulky arms or rusted large-caliber cannon barrels.

Their diesel engines rumbled, spewing thick black smoke.

A special insignia was printed on their bodies.

Magic Child searched the entire web, digging up hidden secrets.

That insignia belonged to a secret project from the former Soviet Russia: Iron Executioner.

More than a decade ago, the former Soviet Russia had gathered a group of mad scientists and invested heavily in developing this weapon.

On the day the project was completed, one of the chief scientists defected, vowing to use these machines to conquer the world.

The authorities discovered him in time. During the battle, the scientist was severely wounded and fell unconscious.

As he sank into a sleep from which he never woke, he also buried the encrypted activation method for all the Iron Executioners.

The former Soviet Russia's officials could only watch helplessly as these machines, which had once been ahead of the world, sat beyond their control.

They had no choice but to completely seal away this underground facility, where it had remained dormant until now.

Today, someone had activated them, as though they had been pulled from a grave!

Liu Di became increasingly certain of his own judgment.

Color Joker possessed the ability to communicate with unconscious people, and it occurred on another level.

At that moment.

The War Department special police in front of the Experimental Graveyard faced a formidable enemy and swiftly retreated behind defensive sandbags!

Click!

The sound of a trigger being pulled came from inside a mech carrying a shoulder-mounted cannon.

But nothing happened.

The shells inside had been buried for years and had long since become damp and failed to fire.

Liu Di looked at