Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Chapter 1156 589: Secretly Infiltrating Investigator 3

Everyone's impression of Empire bureaucrats has always been that they are inhuman, like machines. As for soldiers, they are completely objectified, and even the soldiers themselves are proud of that.

In the Empire, the one-year compulsory military service for healthy adult men is still maintained. Even the disabled are trained in munitions factories or other related positions.

Those who can be dispatched to Central Earth are elite soldiers who have won over countless others during their one-year service to obtain the qualification of professional soldiers, enjoying generous treatment, allowances, and benefits, seeing it as an important turning point in life, naturally following orders without question, and not slacking off at all.

The entire base is said to be as impenetrable as a fortress.

Not only superficially strict inspection and scrutiny, but also over ten different alchemy circuits overlapping and covering, completely sealing off the garrison base.

Spiritual verification, threat analysis, hazardous substance monitoring and searches... everything is in place!

It can be said, any minor movement within the base can't escape the watchful eyes.

For someone like Tang Qian, an expatriate cannon fodder mercenary of the sixth level, even if they are allowed to enter the base, they will be closely watched.

The reason why lighters were deemed problem free is because, damn it, it is just a lighter!

Apart from the specially processed fuel, there's absolutely nothing wrong. Even the Heavenly Furnace itself could only make a normal judgment.

Everything is normal.

"What's next?"

Old Tang proceeded as usual, swaggering along the road towards the dormitory, hearing the music through his earphones change abruptly. The songs on his phone kept shifting—girls, elders, bass, trebles—constantly jumping between various distinctly different songs, "Fear of loneliness... searching... noise... place..."

Alright, find a crowded place, huh?

Tang Qian couldn't help but roll his eyes. This communication method was damn weird, like movable type printing.

No choice, Ji Jue liked to empathize with others—if I were the Empire, damn, I wouldn't let off the base's phone surveillance either, certainly setting up a system of voice recording and monitoring, with key figures receiving special attention. In this matter, the Empire's technical capabilities should never be underestimated.

As for the Boundaryless Communication's advanced line, ha, it's better to self-destruct directly.

For you, a mercenary cannon fodder who came to the base to receive such a thing, within ten minutes, the military secret police would be knocking at your door, right?

So Ji Jue simply deployed the music software onto the local server of Mechanical Descent—understanding it is enough; no need to be picky about the rest.

Old Tang obediently and smoothly turned a corner, heading towards the canteen.

It was just around the time when many posts were changing shifts, the busiest place in the whole base—although he was a sixth-level person in the sequence, he was after all a Chosen One, with enough in benefits, the sergeant's canteen was free for him to eat.

He took advantage of it quite a bit.

If he hadn't eaten too much over the past half month and made himself sick, he could still be hanging around eating today, where would he have encountered this mess from Ji Jue, this bastard?

As usual, he piled a heap of self-serve food into a small mountain, sat in the most bustling spot, and demonstrated right there what it means to devour a pig in three bites, a cow in five.

Like a Wind Sweeping Cloud, it was polished off quickly.

Then, full of enthusiasm, he picked up the tray again... heading straight towards the chef whose face had turned green.

The chef who had just sighed with relief saw Old Tang refresh before him, his eyes going black. Wasn't it said he wouldn't come today!

Fortunately, Old Tang's eating manners were much refined this time, eating only three plates. After he felt sixty percent full, he belched.

From start to finish, the phone lay on the table, watching the live streamer in the room perform their routine, laughing heartily throughout.

As usual.

"Show-off, I'll let you soar—" The streamer on the screen glared menacingly, pointing at Old Tang: "Take out the lighter for me!"

Old Tang didn't react.

The streamer's expression rolled their eyes dramatically, repeating it, raising their volume.

He took out a cigarette pack, ignoring the non-smoking regulation of the sergeant's canteen, and pulled out the lighter as usual, lighting the cigarette.

The greenish flame flickered and trembled.

"And then?"

"Then, pay attention to the direction of the flame." The hacked server faithfully transmitted the modified image to Old Tang, "Watch where it leans."

The lighter was normal; the liquefied gas inside was also normal, only injected with the extracted spiritual element from the Fly King's plague.

Similarly, inheriting the trait of the Fly King's plague, but functioning oppositely on the surface—it couldn't perform any staining or marking but would gravitate towards the direction of staining and marking upon its own annihilation.

Moreover, after matching and adjusting the hue captured from Ji Jue's scene, it would no longer react with other hues.

Simply put, it was a pointer specially made for targeting the Wolf.

However, if the distance were too far or there were too many disturbances, it would appear chaotic.

Old Tang had to carry it into the base for field observation and searching.

If lucky, it could succeed on the first try.

If unlucky...Old Tang might have to smoke a few more packs.

"Oh!"

Old Tang's eye corner couldn't help but twitch, the flame indeed began to sway, as if blown by an invisible wind, stretching into a line, pointing behind Old Tang.

But soon after, it quickly recovered, standing upright, rising vertically.

Suddenly, it flickered and went out.

Broken?

Old Tang puzzledly raised his brow, shaking his head helplessly; after a while, he finally lit the cigarette again.

"Huff—"

He exhaled smoke, amidst the faint noise, looking towards the row of valiant female soldiers coming his way.

Blonde hair flowing, azure eyes brilliant, shapely figures.

The pilots, freshly out of training, boldly loosened their collars, allowing sweat to slide into their curves and hollows. They walked forward, chatting and laughing among themselves, used to the admiring glances from both sides, even occasionally waving in response.

"Beautiful!"

Tang Qian raised his brow, unable to resist the urge to whistle, lingering his gaze reluctantly until they walked away before finally pulling his eyes back.

Playing with the lighter in his hand, realizing it was now unable to ignite.

"Does this thing break that fast?"

On the other end, Ji Jue said nothing more.

It wasn't broken.

The special spiritual element inside had been completely triggered and exhausted in an instant.

However, at this point, whether the lighter was working or not was no longer important.

Just quietly staring at the screen in front.

Laughing silently.

On the screen, the image sent from Old Tang had frozen at the moment of passing by, with the female pilot walking straight ahead, head high, chest protruded, her golden hair fluttering in the air, her eyes sparkling like gems.

Full of charm.

Unable to detect the blood staining on her claws, nor imagine that her small cherry lips could grin wide, dipped in blood and flesh.

"A wolf..."

Ji Jue laughed softly, eyes shining, leaning forward, gazing at the scene on screen.

"Hello there."