"What clever trick have you got?" Xie Yuanxun asked curiously.
"Black Glasses is the teacher, and the four teams are all students." Song He analyzed, "Now the teacher forgot to assign homework. The other students all want to scribble a couple of pages to muddle through. So what should an especially smug, overachieving student do?"
"Shout out to remind the teacher that he didn't assign any homework?"
"Exactly!" Song He cackled.
Xie Yuanxun immediately sat down, pulled out his phone, and made a call.
The call connected, and Black Glasses's voice came through. His speech was as filthy as ever. "Shoot."
"Just one thing!" Xie Yuanxun said. "Remote Recovery. The other teams are all doing fixed-point recovery, but our team wants to do moving-point recovery. Black Glasses, you tell me—what are we testing this weekend? What fits the battlefield environment?"
"Got it. We'll test it the same way as on Saturday night: launch from inside the vehicle and recover inside the vehicle. When the time comes, I'll fucking floor the gas pedal!" Black Glasses replied decisively.
The call ended with a snap. Communication between master and disciple had always been this efficient, without the slightest hesitation.
Song He and Xie Yuanxun beamed with delight as they happily ate dinner. With this, they were set for the week.
Sunday, one o'clock in the afternoon.
Test Field No. 1!
The sunlight was fierce, the sky cloudless, and waves of heat rolled over the sand. Some sun-dried dead snakes and insects lay scattered across the dunes.
A long line of desert off-road vehicles was parked atop Sand Mountain. The members of all four teams had already arrived, waiting for Black Glasses and whispering among themselves.
"I'm a little nervous. There's no sandstorm interfering today either, so we're all starting from the same