Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Chapter 1155 589: Secretly Infiltrating Investigator 2

"Bullshit!" Fourth Uncle's rage flared up, and he gave him a hard slap. "The most important thing in life is integrity, understand? As a man, a single spit should seal the deal. You took the boss's money, so naturally, you need to get the boss's business done. Looking ahead and behind, what does that say?

In life, it boils down to two words—"

"—Loyalty! Honesty!"

After throwing out a word never seen in the family dictionary, Fourth Uncle gracefully departed.

Leaving Tang Qian, who was bewildered after taking a slap, and Ji Jue, who had been waiting for a long time, exchanging puzzled glances.

Ji Jue was still smiling, but seeing that Tang Qian didn't turn hostile and accuse him of being no good, he quickly understood that the Coin Machine unearthed from beneath the old Imperial City's roots had passed through Old Tang's validation, and his heart was immediately relieved, curiously asking: "You done shaking?"

"Yeah, all done."

Tang Qian's expression twitched like crazy, thinking what the hell is all this?

But since the ancestor didn't say it's not okay, it's a go.

If he can't trust Ji Jue, that dog, he surely can trust Fourth Uncle.

"Alright, let's leave it at that."

Old Tang gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, ultimately boarding the pirate ship: "How are you planning to get in? I'll cooperate with you."

"Hm?"

Ji Jue puzzled, asking back: "Why do I need to go in?"

Come on, really treating me like a tool, huh?

Tang Qian glared: Going through hell and back, while you sit outside reaping the spoils, ready to bolt anytime trouble comes, just a fair-weather convict...

"Don't worry, just take this with you."

Ji Jue pulled a lighter from his pocket and tossed it into his hands: "Take this inside, no sweat, doesn't count as alchemy items, it can pass the Empire's security gate, keep your phone on, I'll guide you on what to do at any time."

Lighter?

Tang Qian held it, scrutinizing it closely, always feeling like this thing resembles a hand grenade, itching to dismantle it for clarity, yet no matter how he looked, it seemed just like an ordinary lighter.

"Been in the bathroom too long, your 'buddies' are starting to complain that you're trying to bail."

Ji Jue glanced at the surveillance screen in the corner, snapped his fingers, reopening the car's sunroof: "Please now, Mr. Tang, head to the Imperial Garrison Base!"

"One day, you're gonna screw me over, I swear."

Tang Qian cursed under his breath, leapt back over the wall, pretended to tie his belt twice, and returned to his original place.

Then once again threw himself back into the cheap brotherhood of boasting and drinking.

As if nothing had ever happened.

Brotherly camaraderie, kindred spirits, when speaking passionately, everyone was ready to swear loyalty, even though deep down they all knew if something happened they couldn't reach each other by phone. Yet, they put on a show, each loyal to the core, like paragons of morality in this world...

With such strong camaraderie, of course, everyone splits the bill.

Don't expect me to pay a cent more.

If the Empire weren't paying enough for selling out, might not even eat extra cold dishes without splitting the bill.

No joke, we're all fifth-class place-fillers, dirt-jobbed cannon fodder, just happened to gather for a meal, what real feelings are there to waste?

Without further ado, in the all-around feel-good vibe, the slightly tipsy mercenaries staggered toward the garrison base gates.

At the checkpoint of the ominous cold storage, the gigantic floodlights overlooked, two Power Armors over four meters high in full gear, their crimson stares scrutinizing each passerby.

Under the security gates, one by one passed through.

Tang Qian was joking around, but his heart was up in his throat, couldn't help but scratch his face looking around. When it was his turn, he swallowed, and stepped across...

The security gate, rumored to detect even a single extra penny, was silent, the green light still flashed.

He was actually through!

"Why are you standing there?" The guard at the door instantly looked over, eyes cold.

Tang Qian immediately smiled obsequiously, trying to connect: "Cough, cough, got drunk, got drunk, didn't react quickly, sorry..."

The baton stopped him from getting closer at chest level.

"Present credentials for inspection."

Instantly, several soldiers in exoskeleton suits arrived, meticulously scanning with devices, causing a flurry of beeping sounds.

Besides the gun holster on his calf, the dagger on his thigh, his personal bulletproof vest, and the two bullets in his pocket, even the key and leftover pocket umbrella were forced to be pulled out, including the lighter Ji Jue had tossed.

Each one scanned, without exception.

Still, nothing amiss.

"Another one from the Third Foreign Infantry Regiment?"

The inspecting guard snorted, glanced at Old Tang, whose appearance screamed non-Empire, and coldly waved the baton: "Alright, scram."

"Hey, hey, good, good."

Tang Qian dismissed, nod diligently, quickly collected his belongings, even returned a military salute, but only after walking in for dozens of meters did he let out a silent sigh of relief.

He actually got in?

That Ji Jue dude, really does have some tricks up his sleeve!

Unlike the 'loose' and 'free' image the Federation projects outside, the Empire is always known for its solemn and strict demeanor, both stereotypes, but those alone highlight the difference between the two.

Though employing heaps of foreign mercenaries as cannon fodder, the Empire has never slackened even slightly in its military, becoming ever more meticulous, even to a level that defies humanity.