Welcome Party

Xu Jiang, newly assigned to Group Seventeen, was destined for an eventful night.

Meanwhile, Grandpa Lei on the other side couldn't sleep due to his heartache.

Mo Wushan, an administrator for the Martial Arts Association, had been a formidable figure in his youth. After retiring, he helped train new recruits for the association, making him a mentor to many.

Unfortunately, a once-in-a-millennium prodigy had slipped through his fingers. Upon returning to the Martial Arts Association, he flew into a rage and ordered an immediate investigation into Xu Jiang's background.

The result was...

"Xu Jiang has a trash B-rank talent?" Mo Wushan grabbed the file and threw it to the ground.

The subordinate reporting to him, not understanding the reason for his anger, could only offer a fawning smile. "It's indeed a B-rank talent, [Mech Overload]. Didn't you set the rule that Mech-type talents with B-rank explosive potential aren't worth recruiting?"

"I..." Mo Wushan wanted to curse but couldn't find the words.

The rules were indeed his own, but that Xu Jiang was definitely more than just B-rank!

The receptionist who had handled Xu Jiang's registration had clearly seen his identity card, which couldn't be faked.

The only possible explanation was that he had hidden his information.

Many Transmigrators didn't want others to see their trump cards, so hiding their information wasn't unusual.

But Xu Jiang's cunning lay in hiding only half of it, making the receptionist believe it was the whole truth. This prevented them from extending an invitation, allowing Grandpa Lei to get lucky.

A peerless genius with dual talents was gone just like that. Mo Wushan grew angrier the more he thought about it, his face turning red, which made his subordinate tremble with fear.

"Administrator, is there something wrong with Xu Jiang? Should we send people to find him?"

"No need. Bring me all his files, and erase all his records."

Despite his anger, as an old friend, Mo Wushan's first thought was to help Xu Jiang cover his tracks.

Such a prodigy should remain hidden for as long as possible; the chaos in Yong'an City was no less dangerous than the wild beasts outside.

Looking at the file in his hand, Mo Wushan, still seething, made a phone call.

"Hello, you old ghost Lei! Get out your prized good wine; I need a jar to quench my thirst."

"What? You won't give it to me? Hmph! I'm not asking for your opinion; I'm threatening you."

"Old ghost, you wouldn't want your disciple's affairs to become known to the whole world, would you?"

Grandpa Lei is such an idiot!

Xu Jiang sat in an unlicensed black commercial van, constantly lamenting Grandpa Lei's intelligence in his mind.

Harmony? Love? What did that have to do with Group Seventeen?

Before recommending him, couldn't you have at least understood the situation? This Group Seventeen was completely different from what Grandpa Lei had described.

Baozi, driving the car, hummed a carefree tune. Inside the vehicle, the four of them were intently studying a map, strategizing.

Ying Xiaoxiao, who had been sweet and gentle just moments ago, was now completely engrossed in the business of robbery.

Staring intently at the map, she spoke first, "Our target this time is cargo from a gang's base. The bounty is quite high; consider it a welcome party for Xu Jiang."

It was clear from her words that the group leader had done this before; she was very skilled.

Where was the promised gentle older sister? How did she turn into a bandit? Can I refuse this party?

And there's a little girl sitting here! Isn't it a bit inappropriate to openly discuss robbery like this?

"No problem, Sister Ying can make the decisions. I'll provide cover for everyone," Xiao Zhen said, unbothered by the talk of robbery.

In Grandpa Lei's eyes, the well-behaved little girl who spent her days studying and working now radiated a faint blue aura.

This was definitely not a beginner; the power of the Occult-type had already condensed into a physical form. A plump ghost was perched on Xiao Zhen's shoulder, waving at Xu Jiang.

Grandpa Lei! Come quickly and see if you're still in charge of Group Seventeen!

Sha Tu on the side smiled elegantly. "Xu Jiang, you're new here, so you might not be used to it. Don't worry, we know Old Master Lei very well, and we'll definitely take care of you."

This guy actually had the nerve to mention it. If there was anyone strange in the group, it was him.

He claimed to be familiar with Grandpa Lei, but Grandpa Lei told me he was a fighter. Now look at him! He's clearly a mechanic. Familiar with him, my foot!

Sha Tu's martial arts skills were indeed in his legs, but they weren't the legwork of a fighter; they were the prosthetic limbs of a mechanic.

He pulled up his pants leg, lifted the simulated human skin, and revealed a pair of intricate prosthetic limbs.

Before the upcoming battle, Sha Tu had even installed two cans of energy potion, making them look incredibly powerful.

Xu Jiang rubbed his temples with a headache and retorted, "Are we really not going on patrol? Do we have to go robbing?"

"This is also to celebrate your joining. Patrols are so boring! Don't worry, this target is also a group of scoundrels. My mission is actually assigned by the Public Security Bureau."

Ying Xiaoxiao's answer confirmed the legends about Group Seventeen.

No wonder their mission completion rate was low and their death rate was high; it turned out to be because they were always looking for trouble and taking on private jobs.

After considering for a few seconds, Xu Jiang decided not to get out of the car and just go along with Group Seventeen's antics.

In this chaotic world, it was impossible to follow the rules. Didn't Ying Xiaoxiao say that this mission was issued by the Public Security Bureau? Sometimes, light is darkness.

Although it was a bit rushed, on his very first day with the group, he had already experienced the darkness of the world.

"What do you need me to do?" Xu Jiang asked.

"You're new and lack combat experience, so you probably won't need to fight. Don't worry, I'll do my best to keep you alive," Ying Xiaoxiao said, patting his shoulder to reassure him.

But this reassurance somehow made him feel even more scared.

"Everyone, we're almost there, get ready," Baozi, who was driving, reminded them. The others quickly got geared up.

This mission came from the Public Security Bureau, an official organization. If anything went wrong, the Bureau would definitely not care about their lives; instead, they'd try their best to distance themselves.

Therefore, some disguise was necessary before engaging in any wrongdoing.

Xiao Zhen completely enveloped her body with her mysterious powers, holding her hands in front of her chest, making her look like a cute little ghost.

Ying Xiaoxiao's disguise was even more impressive. As she activated her powers, her entire demeanor turned sinister and enchanting.

Her light blue hair turned purple, and her white floral dress transformed into a black leather battle skirt.

She wore a pair of leather boots, carried a menacing long spear, and the faint smile on her lips revealed a hint of bloodlust.

It was simple for these two superpowered individuals, but the remaining three of them were a bit more rudimentary.

"These are night-vision goggles I made. Since my specialty is cybernetic technology, their functionality is just average, but they're sufficient for concealing our identities."

Sha Tu handed him a metal eyepiece. It was 30 centimeters wide, with red laser bands over the eyes, exuding a strong sense of technology.

[Tactical Goggles]

[Quality]: Blue

[Attributes]: Increases shooting accuracy by 10%

[Features]: Adjusts focal length, night vision, thermal detection

Blue-quality tactical goggles were considered average?

The three features—telescopic vision, night vision, and thermal imaging—were all very practical, and they even added shooting accuracy. Qianji, from his own family, would have been very tempted to see these.

"That's great, General. With these goggles, our night training will be much more efficient."

"Yes, ever since I joined the Mech clan, I've never considered rest."

Such terrifying self-discipline, to associate training with a pair of goggles.

With preparations complete, their first battle as a team was about to begin.