Monkey King Jiji and General Underpants Mao Mao

The concept of the "Patrol Hunting Squad" received swift approval and strong support from the Wang Family and the upper echelons of the military. After all, a mobile elite force capable of proactively clearing out the major threats to each outpost would clearly improve the overall defensive posture.

Lin Mo and his team instantly upgraded from the "lucky charms" of Outpost No. 03 to a trump card for the entire outer defense line of the Northeast Base City.

Their first stop was Outpost 04, located further east, near a lush primeval forest.

When the convoy of three iconic armored vehicles, with the dark golden Tiger King perched on the roof, drove into Outpost 04, the welcome they received was even more enthusiastic than at Outpost No. 03.

Almost all the officers and soldiers set aside their work, lining up on both sides of the road, their eyes filled with curiosity, anticipation, and even a hint of... excitement, as if they were seeing saviors.

The highest-ranking officer at Outpost 04 was a rugged man named Zhao Gang, a low-level War General with a booming voice. The moment they met, he gave Wang Feng a bear hug, then glued his eyes firmly onto Lin Mo.

"Hahaha! Old Wang! We've been waiting for you! So this is the legendary 'Tiger King'? Good heavens! This presence! This getup! It's even more intimidating than it looked in the videos!" Zhao Gang circled Lin Mo twice, clicking his tongue in wonder, looking like he wanted to reach out and touch the armor but didn't quite dare.

(Internal Monologue): "Intimidating? Is that any way to talk? This is called majestic! But since you have such a good eye, I won't hold it against you."

Lin Mo let out a reserved low growl, acknowledging the greeting.

The welcome ceremony was simple yet warm, and then the group was invited to the command room. On the massive Electronic Sandbox, the complex terrain surrounding Outpost 04 was clearly displayed.

The smile on Zhao Gang's face faded, turning serious. He picked up a light pen and pointed out several glaring red marks on the sandbox.

"Everyone, no need for pleasantries, let's look at the hard nuts to crack first." Zhao Gang's voice carried a hint of exhaustion and helplessness. "Don't look at Outpost 04 as being in the rear; our troubles are no less than those on the front lines. The main reason is that the surrounding environment is too complex, and it's become a gathering spot for evolved monsters."

He first pointed to the lush forest to the east: "The Eastern Forest Monkey Troop. This is our biggest headache right now, and the problem we need to solve most urgently."

As he operated the console, a surveillance video began to play. In the footage, a patrol convoy from Outpost 04 was moving along a forest road when suddenly, the dense canopy beside the road shook violently. Immediately after, dozens—no, hundreds—of monkeys of various sizes and messy fur coats jumped down like dumplings into a pot, surrounding the convoy in an instant!

These monkeys were exceptionally agile. Some bared their fangs and claws, slapping the roof and windows of the vehicles while emitting ear-piercing screeches; others skillfully tried to pry open the doors or the trunk; even worse, some jumped directly onto the hood and urinated on the bulletproof glass!

(Internal Monologue): "What the hell! Are these monkeys or bandits? They're this professional?!"

The focus of the video soon locked onto two particularly conspicuous monkeys.

One monkey was exceptionally robust, nearly the size of an adult human, with golden fur that shone brilliantly in the sunlight. It didn't make a racket like the other monkeys; instead, it crossed its arms over its chest, squatting proudly on a huge rock, looking down with a disdainful gaze as if patrolling its own territory.

On its head, it wore a crooked... tiny metal crown that had lost its luster, likely scavenged from some discarded jewelry box!

The other monkey looked much leaner, with dark gray fur and even more agile movements. It stood slightly in front of the golden giant monkey, gesturing at the patrol vehicle and making "squeaking" sounds, seemingly issuing orders.

And the most mind-blowing part was—on the head of this gray-furred monkey, there was a bright, silky, obviously women's red pair of briefs! The underwear wrapped around its head like a headscarf, with the two straps tied in a crooked knot under its chin, while the middle part covered the top of its head. As it moved, that splash of red fluttered in the wind, looking incredibly eyesore!

Zhao Gang pointed at the video and introduced them with a complex expression: "That golden-furred one with the crown is the Monkey King. We call him King Gigi, a mid-level War General. That gray-furred one on its head... uh, wearing the special headgear, is his top general, called General Maomao, a low-level War General."

"Pfft—!" Wang Keke, who was drinking water, nearly spat it out.

The members of the Wind-Breaking Squad also looked at each other, their expressions strange. They wanted to laugh but felt the occasion wasn't right, so they held it in with great difficulty.

(Internal Monologue): "Holy crap! Holy crap!! King Gigi?! General Maomao?! These names... this style... did the cast of Boonie Bears travel through time together?! And that red underwear! Which hero lost that?! This aesthetic is too avant-garde! My eyes! My 24K titanium tiger eyes!"

Lin Mo felt his worldview as a tiger had been severely impacted. He watched helplessly as the "General Maomao" in the video, with the red underwear fluttering on his head, skillfully jumped onto the roof of a car, reached out to the people inside, and kept rubbing his fingers together, making a universal "hand it over" gesture. That righteous, "I own this road" bandit demeanor left him speechless.

Zhao Gang helplessly continued to explain: "According to research, this group of monkeys escaped from a nearby zoo during the Great Nirvana period. After mutation and reproduction, they reached their current scale—several hundred of them, almost all at the Beast Soldier Rank, with quite a few high-level ones. In the past, although they were mischievous and occasionally stole things, we could generally get along. Sometimes, when our patrols encountered other powerful monsters, they would even throw stones from the trees to help, and afterwards, they would come over to ask for some fruit or candy as payment. We were happy to use such a small price to maintain a decent barrier."

He sighed, his tone turning grave: "But recently, who knows what got into them? Maybe King Gigi felt his crown wasn't shiny enough, or General Maomao felt his headscarf... er, I mean, his underwear, wasn't trendy enough?"

"They started to escalate, turning from 'asking' into blatant robbery! They intercept convoys, demand supplies, and smash the vehicles if they don't get what they want. They've even injured several of our brothers. They occupy the Eastern Forest, which is a key passage to several resource points and early warning directions. Now that they're acting like this, our patrols and supply lines are under serious threat."

"So," Zhao Gang looked at Lin Mo and Wang Feng, saying solemnly, "The headquarters and our opinion is that the first thing to solve is this lawless monkey troop. But considering their previous 'friendly' history and their role as an eastern barrier, the instructions from above are: try to prioritize communication, negotiation, and deterrence. Strive to get them back to the old way of interacting, and only use force as a last resort."

(Internal Monologue): "Communication? Negotiation? Reasoning with a monkey wearing a crown and a monkey general wearing red underwear?! Do the big shots at headquarters have some misunderstanding about 'communication'? Can these things even understand human speech? Do they want me to go up there and gesture: 'Halt! I own this mountain!' and have them reply: 'Squeak! Leave the toll money!'?"

Lin Mo felt the difficulty of the mission instantly jump from Normal Mode to Comical Hard Mode. The patrol hunting he had imagined was a hard-fought battle with blood and sweat, a satisfying experience of devouring War Generals and settling scores.

But now, for the first battle, the opponents were actually such a group of bizarre monkeys with strange equipment? And he had to try "civilized law enforcement" first?

He looked at the arrogant "I'm the best in the world" look of King Gigi in the video, then at the red triangular flag fluttering on General Maomao's head, and only felt a headache coming on.

(Internal Monologue): "What the hell is this all about! Is my lifelong reputation as a tiger going to be ruined by these monkeys and a pair of red underwear?"

Wang Keke suppressed a laugh and whispered to Lin Mo: "Mimi, it seems this mission... is a bit special."

Lin Mo rolled his eyes dramatically and let out a whimper of despair from the depths of his throat.

(Internal Monologue): "Special? It's especially ridiculous! Forget it, since I'm already here... let's meet this 'King Gigi' and his 'Underwear General' first! I hope their meat... er, I hope they are sensible."

The first battle of Outpost 04 began in this extremely bizarre and joyful (only for onlookers) atmosphere. The first hurdle of Tiger King Lin Mo's patrol hunting journey was actually a monkey-language (physical) communication exam?