"Foundation?"
"What caravan are you from? Where's your Identification Chip? I couldn't detect any signal from one!"
The black-clad captain standing proudly atop the Motorcycle Airship was clearly not as easy to fool as they had imagined.
In this complicated postwar world, every major power naturally had something that displayed its identity.
It might be a special identification code, or a chip that continuously emitted short-frequency signals to the outside world.
Ordinary minor factions could not receive these signals, but the top powers could recognize and identify one another through them.
After his lie was exposed, Lü Kuan inwardly cursed that things had gone wrong, but he remained incomparably calm on the surface.
"Looks like you've been cooped up in that research base so long you've gone senile and forgotten that the land beneath our feet is no longer Blue Star."
"Some time ago, when the mist covered everything, a group of people specialized in using radio-frequency signals to locate us, making it easier to hunt us down and steal our supplies."
"Do you really think we'd risk broadcasting signals just to distinguish our identities?"
"Was there really such a thing?"
The black-clad captain was extremely cautious, practically neurotic. He was unwilling to believe Lü Kuan's words on a subjective level.
Although he had not left the research base since the world changed, the Superpower Users they had captured had brought back a great deal of information.
This world had changed, but not to the extent that anyone would dare hunt down the top powers of Blue Star.
Unless—unless they were insane!
"I apologize for my reckless attack, but please understand. The world really has changed."
The black-clad captain made excellent use of Lü Kuan's explanation. There was not a trace of apology in his voice; it remained icy as