"Your goddess, Lena, is back online. Communications have been restored. Yaowen, you did very well. Even without me, you were able to make arrangements and launch a counterattack at once. You've got what it takes to be vice-captain.
And Qi Lin, you held out until we arrived. That really deserves praise."
The moment Lena came back online, she began evaluating everyone's performance.
Now that communications had been restored, everyone needed to pull themselves together. Effective communication could ease the tense atmosphere and let them unleash their strength to take down the enemy, couldn't it?
"We struggled on until you came online. Now let's get moving."
Seeing Lena back online and still able to joke around, Cheng Yaowen figured there was nothing seriously wrong with her mental state. He could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"This little fool Lena is standing so high up. Is she not afraid of getting shot? As the saying goes, the higher you stand, the harder you fall. I think she'll be the first one to get hit."
Long Qian looked up at the skyscraper next door. Lena was standing atop the spire on its highest floor, looking down from above. It would be strange if she did not get shot down. Then he suddenly recalled a scene and continued, "Qi Lin, tell Cheng Yaowen to get off the armed helicopter himself. I remember him getting sniped by God-Slaying No. 1. He'll be out right at the start and spend the whole battle slacking off. That'd be really boring."
Since Long Qian had no dark communication channel—no, he did not even have a dark plane, let alone dark communications—he could only tell Qi Lin what he remembered.
Anyway, all he needed to do now was protect Qi Lin, wait for the right opportunity,