Luo Ji had imagined dozens of ways Zhuang Yan might rescue him in advance.
Poisoning?
Sneaking in?
Swapping him with someone else?
Probably methods from old TV dramas.
But no matter how hard he tried, he could never have imagined that his "love interest" would not arrive riding on seven-colored clouds, but instead drive a tank weighing dozens of tons, equipped with steel armor resembling a bulldozer blade and two cannons mounted at the front!
The sight was simply too shocking!
After all that, the rescue method was a prison break?!
Luo Ji had lived for nearly thirty years—or over two hundred if his time in hibernation counted—and he had only ever seen something like this in movies: driving a tank to rescue someone, then firing a cannon at the wall. They really weren't afraid of blowing him to pieces along with it!
His face was full of resentment. "This is what you meant by a rescue?"
If he hadn't been lucky enough to stay away from that wall, he would have gone to meet Shi Qiang just now!
"We have radar, so we can determine your position," Zhuang Yan explained. "Besides, they reinforced the room you were imprisoned in with special ceramite. Du Ying calculated it precisely. That shot wouldn't hurt you. At most, you'd suffer minor injuries."
Luo Ji was speechless.
"Luo Ji, get up here!" Zhuang Yan had removed her helmet so that Luo Ji could recognize her as quickly as possible. But they were on a battlefield, where every second counted. Seeing him still standing there in a daze, she couldn't help urging him on. "Hurry! The Department of Justice is assembling its forces. If we're too slow, we won't be able to get out!"
She wasn't bluffing.
The Department of Justice's Arbiter forces were no