Shen Le took a good rest, building up his strength for the coming operation.
First, he took the Cloud Kun, which had shrunk to three inches long, and the one-foot-tall Brush Pot back to the Jade Ring Secret Realm, where they worked hard to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and store up power;
Second, he waited for the experts to analyze the data from the previous exercise, summarize methods for detecting the Cloud Kun, and help it improve as much as possible;
Third, of course, he was waiting for news of the joint military exercise over in the United States—oh, right, there was one more question!
"So, what is the farthest range at which the Cloud Kun can activate Water Vein Stealth?"
The director of Shanghai's Special Affairs Bureau sat across from Shen Le, asking with utmost seriousness and caution.
Between them, two crew-cut men standing straight as swords spread out a huge map for Shen Le to mark.
They had never tested the limits of that range, nor did they dare test it casually. But judging from the Cloud Kun's tone, it apparently could not just roam the entire globe at will?
What a pity!
If it could casually drag something back from the eastern coast of the Pacific, they would strike it rich!
"I haven't tested the specifics either." Shen Le looked at him earnestly. Yet in the director's eyes, Shen Le's gaze always seemed a little unfocused—as though he was not looking at him, but staring at some point in empty space.
After spacing out for a while, his eyes finally focused back on the director's face, and he shook his head. The director's heart had just sunk when Shen Le said:
"I can only give you a rough range. Basically, the traditional territory