Zhao Pengcheng slowly stood up, the shackles on his feet rattling. He felt a little pain in his ankles and a numbness in his calves, which was uncomfortable, but he was in an extremely good mood.
He looked at the cool-looking guy opposite him, who was unlikely to wake up again, and a look of pity appeared in his eyes. He didn't know why he felt this way. Humans were so fragile; the smallest things could cause the prefrontal cortex and amygdala of the brain to become overactive and secrete completely unnecessary hormones. In his view, fear and sexual arousal might be driven by survival instincts, but emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were of no benefit to the body. He couldn't understand why humans had evolved such things.
Zhao Pengcheng has overcome the influence of basic physiological sexual needs, which has greatly strengthened his physical and Mental Power. Since entering prison, he has been working hard to overcome the influence of other emotions on him.
He discovered that ancient human records contain many very useful methods, such as meditation and yoga, which can help people effectively suppress their emotions and desires, reduce the negative impact of the body on the mind, and thus enhance their Mental Power to a certain extent.
The Zhao Pengcheng of the past would have scorned these things, but the Zhao Pengcheng of today is full of enthusiasm for them. The monotonous life in prison has given him a chance to test himself. By borrowing books and magazines brought in by fellow inmates, he occasionally discovers a lot of information on this subject.
Although he had already made considerable progress, he had not yet achieved his goal. For example, when he looked at Qingmu at this moment, he felt a little sympathy and pity, probably because Qingmu possessed such powerful Mental Power but was now trapped in that dark corridor, unable to escape, leaving only a body that would soon decay.
Despite his pity, Zhao Pengcheng was still quite happy. Although the only Dream Corridor that allowed him to contact the organization was no longer usable, he felt it was worthwhile to have eliminated a powerful enemy for their race, even though he could no longer contact the organization.
Zhao Pengcheng didn't know where such a corridor came from; only core members of the organization or members assigned important tasks could have such a corridor.
He felt it necessary to find a way to inform the organization that among humanity there were individuals with such powerful Mental Power as Qingmu, who, compared to the scientists, posed the true threat to the race.
The prison guards next to them were looking at them strangely, probably because he hadn't said a word to Qingmu since he came in. Zhao Pengcheng wanted to laugh to himself. How could this foolish human know that he and Qingmu had just fought a fierce battle in another dimension? Although he was no match for his opponent in strength and was almost killed, he made full use of his home-field advantage and wisdom to achieve a counterattack.
The prison guard saw him stand up and shouted sternly, "What are you doing? Sit down!"
Unlike Yu Jianguo, Zhao Pengcheng hadn't developed the habit of standing at attention and shouting "Report to the government!" He just smiled dismissively and said, "I should go back to work."
The prison guard asked curiously, "The meeting time isn't over yet, and you... aren't you going to say anything?"
Zhao Pengcheng pointed at Qingmu and said, "He seems to be sick. I suggest you take him to the hospital to get him checked out."
The prison guard went over to check on Qingmu, and nudged him, but Qingmu didn't budge. He said to Zhao Pengcheng sternly and nervously, "What are you trying to do? Don't think this will do you any good. You're a serious offender; you're not getting out!"
After the ambulance arrived, Qingmu was carried out on a stretcher.
After leaving the meeting room, Zhao Pengcheng never saw Qingmu again.
He was also unable to contact his organization. In the monotonous and repetitive prison life, his only pleasure was to train his Mental Power and occasionally learn about changes in the outside world through newspapers.
Newspapers reported assassinations of scientists every few days. The United Nations Space Management Committee repeatedly proposed to the United Nations General Assembly that governments search for extraterrestrials worldwide. Finally, the resolution was passed, and all members of the Dream Foundation were listed as suspects, with Ronald Cohen naturally becoming the prime suspect.
Zhao Pengcheng felt a little nervous when he saw the news. For the next few days, he waited for the latest news in the newspaper. But after waiting for a long time, there was still no news that any country had really captured aliens.
Ronald Cohen moved to the Cook Islands in the South Pacific. Although the islands were once a member of the Commonwealth of Nations, the Māori descendants there refused the United Nations ' request to hand Cohen over.
When diplomacy failed, the Space Management Committee requested the United Nations to send troops to the Cook Islands to forcibly arrest Cohen. After this proposal was adopted by the United Nations, several countries, including New Zealand, the United States, Australia, Australia, France, Argentina, and China, sent warships or aircraft carriers to the South Pacific region.
New Zealand and Australia sent troops because they are closest to the Cook Islands. The United States and China, as world superpowers, naturally have an inescapable responsibility in the face of extraterrestrial invasion. Chile and Argentina said that the situation in the South Pacific island nations has a direct impact on the east coast, while France's reason is that the Cook Islands are next to French Polynesian Islands.
The navies of so many countries have created a check and balance among themselves, and there are even rumors that they have already clashed in the South Pacific Basin South Pacific Basin. One piece of information is considered highly credible, stating that a submarine battle took place in the southern region of the Tubuai Islands on the eastern edge of the South Pacific basin. Judging from the submarine wreckage and bodies found so far, Russia has also been involved in this conflict.
Zhao Pengcheng couldn't help but laugh when he saw these messages. Humans are just too good at playing power games; the scientists at the Space Management Committee have no idea what the politicians in those countries are up to.
They don't care about aliens or believe the sky will fall. They only care about their immediate interests. So many aircraft carriers, warships, and submarines have appeared in the South Pacific, yet not a single country's military personnel have actually entered the Cook Islands to arrest people.
Zhao Pengcheng believed that Cohen must have already taken control of the Cook Islands, and that their organization members were already spread among major governments and United Nations officials.
Unfortunately, he still couldn't contact the organization. He wanted to remind Cohen and the others that the greatest threat to them among humans wasn't the scientists hiding in the labs, but another group like Qingmu, who possessed powerful Mental Power. He believed that Qingmu wasn't the only one like this, and that they were definitely trying to stop their invasion.
Thinking about all this, Zhao Pengcheng suddenly wanted to know how Qingmu was doing. Was he dead, or was he lying in a hospital bed? To be honest, he missed him a little. After all, he was such an outstanding person with such powerful Mental Power. How could such a person exist in a human? He should be the most outstanding seed among their race.
But Zhao Pengcheng knew he would never see Qingmu again, not even just to visit him at his bedside. A person in a vegetative state wouldn't live long.
Because of his good behavior in prison, Zhao Pengcheng received a reduced sentence, first from a suspended death sentence to life imprisonment, and later to a fixed-term imprisonment of 22 years.
In his tenth year of imprisonment, Zhao Pengcheng suddenly received a notice that he was being released. The person who came to pick him up was a thin but energetic elderly foreign man.
The foreigner shook his hand and said, "Comrade Zhao Pengcheng, we have won!"