A modified delivery van raced along the terrible road.
The inside had been completely transformed into a makeshift medical room... Situ Leiming was covered in needles, rapidly recovering his strength through injections of various precious drugs.
"Master, our people have successfully recovered all the boxes and are gathering at the designated location."
Situ Leiming nodded briefly. With Phyllis leading the way, retrieving those things had been easy.
His eyes glimmered. "Have you finished separating the controller?"
"We've separated one out. It wasn't difficult... But, Master, what are you planning?"
Situ Leiming removed the needle from his arm and flexed it. "Since the military prepared so many big fireworks, wouldn't it be a shame not to set off one or two?"
"This..." His subordinate hesitated, but ultimately did not try to stop him.
He knew that all the old master had left was hatred. He had completely exhausted everything to recover to his current state. This was merely his Last Glimmer of Consciousness... What reason did he have to persuade a dying man?
"But... we don't know where the Director of the Shield Bureau is hiding."
"I know where he is." Situ Leiming looked at the monitor beside him and pointed at a building on the screen.
Outside the building, light and shadows clashed. Clearly, several exceptionally powerful people were fighting!
"This is... the president of the Magician's Association, isn't it? What exactly is he fighting? A monster from mythology?"
Situ Leiming said firmly, "I'm talking about him, the Patriot Soldier... Wherever the Patriot Soldier is, Wayne will be there. He's Wayne's trump card, so he must be inside this building!"
Soon, Phyllis led a team transporting a Nuclear Warhead retrieved from an explosion site. They successfully met up with the delivery van carrying Situ Leiming halfway there.
"Whether I return