Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Chapter 1215 618: Good Person, Just a Bit Mischievous (Part 2)

Further still, even heavenly calamities have been turned into weapons.

This left both the Federation and the Empire looking quite foolish after their initial key raids and threat removals, as they started pushing forward.

There's no way around it; even the fastest rapid reaction forces can't move faster than heavenly calamities, and the Armored Knights can't be on standby 24/7. Moreover, deploying Power Armor requires more than a couple of hours for pre- and post-operation maintenance.

Commanders on both sides often cursed because of this.

But does cursing help?

Before complaining, why not think about where these eye-opening and outrageously frequent disasters come from?

Are they all local features of Central Earth?

Heavenly calamities are as abundant as the fog of war, and they're mobile too, rendering satellites useless. Who can you blame?

You can't expect a place to be both your trash can and your backyard, both your septic tank and your dining table.

Having created the trouble, you have no choice but to grit your teeth and endure, advancing slowly with the dumbest method, progressively tightening the encirclement to compress the operating space of the Recovery Front, while using the mobility of Armored Knights and the Chosen Ones to target key units.

Inefficient? So be it.

As long as it's effective!

The news every day is full of victories, with reports of the White Country Restoration Front starting poorly, making blunders, and showing an entirely declining trend... anyway, just victory after victory, until it's all won.

And Ji Jue arrived at the Federation's frontline base in such a situation.

As a delegate of Sea Tide Military Industry, a Coast Technology after-sales engineer, a Golden Ribbon Craftsman of the Taiyi Ring, a collaborator of the Desert Market, the current largest supplier of Alchemy Bullets to the Federation's Armored Knights, and even the largest recycler and reseller of alchemy items in the entire frontline base...

A man holding six or seven income streams, riding in a flying airship with subordinates and bodyguards, enjoying air conditioning, dining on luxurious lunches meticulously prepared by generals' chefs, sipping champagne and red wine, sitting across from Tong Zhiwu, and descending leisurely from the sky amidst countless thankful and eager glances.

Well, Tong Zhiwu surely benefited from his presence.

Otherwise, as a senior hitman for the Security Bureau, he would either have to drive or, at best, walk—where could he enjoy the escort of a fighter jet formation?

Tong Zhiwu felt a mix of emotions: "Why does it feel like you've been here for just two months and have already outdone me?"

"Can't help it; that's how we arms dealers are."

Ji Jue raised his glass to a toast of friendship: "The more intense the fighting, the more money we make."

The dogs are barking again.

Tong Shan sighed, helplessly.

You could only say, Ji Jue, this guy, is good at everything except everything...

What other arms dealer could enjoy this kind of treatment? Those senior salespeople from Huan Yu Heavy Industry and Great Creation are still eating dust, driving their own cars with packed lunches, following from behind.

One could say choosing the right people matters more than hard work.

This damn guy always manages to find the limits and edges that everyone can tolerate, sliding in and out, making money while people still have to thank him.

Simply put, no matter how bitter and difficult, he can always find a more bitter and difficult path for you, then 'kindly' help you avoid it...

Either let me have a seat or eat shit together, your choice!

Consequently, an unknown number of people grit their teeth in hatred, yet they can't do a thing about him.

As soon as the flying airship landed, a swarm of gray-black drones rose from the base, flying in all directions.

Countless drones, sweeping across the wilderness after the storm in an instant.

Soon after, gunshots rang out.

The machine guns on the wall started blazing, and after a burst of loud noises, a large group of bizarre giant birds with scales fell from the clouds like rain.

It was endless.

In just these past two days, the drone identification systems and anti-drone systems had been custom-upgraded to meet the White Country's needs.

After the upgrade, both sides have been thoroughly integrated. The system is now alert to not just drones, but also various wild beasts, large insects, and poisonous snakes, and even mutant species running around in the wilderness.

As soon as a target is scanned, it is immediately locked on, and the system autonomously fires to eliminate the threat.

For the most common targets in the wilderness, such as marching army ants, mimic giant lizards, and subterranean worms, the recognition efficiency surpassed ninety percent.

It achieved a ninety-nine percent approval rating in a single day, aside from the one idiot who wet himself on the spot because he had a 3D tattoo of a red-scaled man-eating python exposed bare-chested, there were no victims.

The entire frontline base has saved at least sixty percent of its patrol manpower due to this system.

And the convoys equipped with this system now have over sixty percent improved safety during excursions—the patrol range means any hidden snipers and explosives can be eliminated immediately—the remaining forty percent either drive into ravines, get buried by earthquakes or storms, or encounter elite forces from the White Country Restoration Front...

Thus, just as the flying airship's cabin opened, the head of military supplies at the frontline base rushed up eagerly like a grandson, beaming: "Master Ji, right? This way, Master Ji, your workshop and area have already been set up according to your requirements, just on the perimeter.

But the security, water, and electricity are all top-notch, everything is ready, everything is ready!"