Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Chapter 1171 - 599: Bitter Military Armament Division 1, 2

With a crack, the mercury bead burst, and the silver mist quickly sealed the inside and outside.

At the same time, a large palm, like a woven fan, was already over the driver's face, giving a sudden shake.

It was like a hammer hitting the forehead, the brain shook, wobbling.

Then it completely shut down.

Fainting.

Immediately after, the fleeting silver mist, mixed with strands of black flame, seeped into the car frame, disappearing without a trace.

The driver in the driver's seat had also been replaced.

Tang Qian skillfully pulled down the fainted driver, leaning him against the car body, and stuffed him into the trunk in a blind spot of the camera.

He gave him another punch to ensure he would have a sound sleep.

Returning to the car, he adjusted the rearview mirror, adjusted his appearance again, and adjusted his skeleton to resemble the original driver by seventy percent.

Just like that, he started the car, heading towards the bunker's exclusive parking lot.

Swiping the driver's ID card and relying on the car's recognition code, he finally entered the parking lot and saw the impatiently waiting officer at the exit.

Like an ant on a hot pan, deathly pale,

Sweating profusely.

Even before the car stopped, he opened the back door and jumped in, harshly scolding: "Why have you been delayed so long? Hurry to the equipment department, and be quick about it!

Delay any longer, and damn it, you'll be court-martialed with me."

Seeing the driver was still slowly queuing for verification, the officer couldn't hold back his anger, roaring: "Don't bother with the damn expedition and checkpoint, take the emergency passage directly, as fast as possible!"

He pulled out his ID and emergency privileges, inserting them into the car slot without hesitation:

"Don't mind those bastards, if something happens, I've got it covered!"

At once, the driver floored the accelerator without thinking, tires screeched against the ground, and with a sharp sound, the car sped off.

Speeding quickly.

Even the ill-tempered officer in the back seat was pressed into the seat, incredulous, never having sped so fast inside the base.

Along the way, with special identification codes and top-level temporary pass privileges, it was smooth sailing. Even gates and barriers were lifted before the car arrived.

Only the direction... seemed to have a subtle deviation.

At a fork, suddenly veering left, taking another road.

The officer was stunned for a moment, then suddenly furious: "What are you doing? Can't you recognize the route? I said go to the armory, are you deaf?"

"Sorry, boss."

The driver finally turned his head, with a seemingly familiar face, regretfully sighing, "This is a carpool ride, someone's splitting the fare."

"You—"

The officer's pupils contracted for a moment, then his face changed drastically, instinctively reaching for his waist, but he didn't even have time to react before everything went black.

Tang Qian merely pressed a button beside him, and immediately, a mechanical arm extended from the backrest, piercing his neck base, and sparks flew.

Crack!

Amidst a burnt smell, the officer collapsed to the ground, shaking uncontrollably.

And the car made a quick tail swipe stop, popping open the trunk, and another guest calmly boarded the car, glancing downward at the terrified, continually convulsing expression, and smiled slightly.

Reaching out, he pressed on his neck.

A sharp claw popped out from a fingertip, pierced into the vein, quickly sucking in the blood.

Soon, just before the officer completely fainted, he only saw a face identical to his own gradually emerge from that distorted and changing face, quickly becoming clear.

Then, the 'officer' lifted his head, grinning at Tang Qian: "Do I look like a man or a wolf?"

"I think you look like a heartless bastard!"

Old Tang rolled his eyes, pressing the brake: "Damn it, once this job is done, I'm out of here!

Do as you please!"

Seeing the commotion Ji Jue, this bastard, stirred up, he only wished to travel back a few days to give himself two big slaps—what was he thinking? Working for this thing is nothing short of a death wish, ten lives wouldn't be enough to play with!

This isn't just disturbing Empire; it's dancing on the Empire's Emperor's Mausoleum's grave!

Just thinking about what this bastard would mess with next made him so scared he clenched his butt!

What could happen?

At this point, it was too late to jump ship.

He didn't dare think of blood payment, only hoped that when Ji Jue, this bastard, was pulverized by the Empire, he wouldn't mention him…

He drove on stiffly, the car speeding along, finally screeching to a stop in front of the equipment department.

Sweating profusely, the relevant personnel were already waiting in place.

"Let's go, Abdullah."

Ji Jue smiled: "Time to inspect the Empire's armament."

Pushing the door open, instantly, the smile vanished.

Sullen and gloomy.

He shoved aside the approaching lieutenant colonel, giving him no chance to speak, walking straight into the equipment department. The shoved lieutenant colonel hesitated not, hurriedly catching up, leading the way, all the while muttering about how managing military equipment isn't easy, everyone's trying their best to live…

"Save it for the military court."

The 'officer' looked over impassively, telling him word by word: "Such negligence, a disgrace to the Empire!"