His eyes seemed focused on the target at hand, but his peripheral vision constantly scanned his surroundings. As he moved through the crowds, he silently observed people's expressions and actions. Even a subtle frown, a fleeting glance, or a casual whisper escaped his observation. As the team moved through the base's corridors, Xiao Yi would inadvertently slow his pace, seemingly adjusting his pace, but in reality, he was monitoring the movements in the rooms on either side. He would listen to the voices emanating from cracks in doors, analyzing any unusual tones or tense atmosphere. Even during breaks, Xiao Yi never truly relaxed. He sat in a corner, seemingly resting his eyes, but in reality, he was listening closely to every subtle change in his surroundings. He silently analyzed the distant sounds of footsteps, the clanging of tools, even the rumble of air in the ventilation system. While on patrol, Xiao Yi's gaze seemed to scan the base's outer perimeter, but he also peered through windows and cracks to observe the movement of people between buildings within. He would notice suspicious figures, unusual transportation of supplies, and sudden changes in the work pace. While communicating with his teammates, Xiao Yi would carefully observe their words and expressions, trying to detect subtle changes within the base that they might inadvertently reveal. Even in the heat of battle, while unleashing his fire powers to attack the enemy, Xiao Yi would keep an eye on the battlefield. He would notice those who quietly changed positions during the battle, those gazes hidden in the shadows, and those unusual activities that might be unrelated to the battle. Xiao Yi knew that beneath the calm surface of the base, countless undercurrents might be lurking. Only by maintaining such keen and covert observation could he detect potential threats at critical moments and protect the base's safety.

Xiao Yi often sat alone by the window in the dead of night, his brow furrowed in worry. His gaze passed beyond the base's lights, as if he could see the turbulent undercurrents hidden beneath the surface of calm. He worried that the seemingly clear distinction between psychics and ordinary people was actually a deep rift, growing and deepening. Every time he saw psychics enjoying privileged treatment thanks to their special abilities, while ordinary people could only silently endure the hardships of life, his heart tightened. Xiao Yi thought of the growing resentment and anger in the eyes of ordinary people, those suppressed emotions like a volcano about to erupt. They toiled hard for meager rewards, simply because they lacked psychics. This unfair treatment threatened to spark a massive protest and rebellion among the ordinary people. Meanwhile, the psychics, having long enjoyed a dominant position, had grown arrogant and indifferent. They turned a blind eye to the plight of ordinary people, even mocking and suppressing their demands. This attitude undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, exacerbating the conflict. Xiao Yi feared that one day these contradictions would erupt completely, devolving into an uncontrollable violent conflict. The base would descend into chaos and civil war, with people turning on one another and their former homes reduced to ruins. He worried that external enemies would exploit this internal division to attack the base. At that point, the base would be trapped from both inside and outside, its defenses crumbling, and its people would lose their last refuge. Xiao Yi also worried about the future of his children. Growing up in such an environment filled with conflict and hatred, what kind of trauma would their hearts suffer? Could they still have a peaceful and beautiful tomorrow? Every thought of this filled Xiao Yi with a deep sense of powerlessness and fear. He knew that if a crisis erupted, the consequences would be disastrous, but he wondered if he had the power to prevent it.

"We can't let this base fall into danger because of internal strife," Xiao Yi repeated to himself over and over, each word weighing heavily on his mind. He paced back and forth in his room, his face solemn, his eyes etched with unwavering determination. Xiao Yi knew the base was home to countless people, their shared hope. "If internal conflict escalates, the chaos it unleashes will be an unimaginable disaster," he muttered, his voice thick with worry. Xiao Yi imagined the base's streets swamped with angry mobs, ordinary people and those with special abilities no longer fighting side by side, but bitter enemies. Violence escalated, houses burned, shops looted, and innocent people injured or even killed in the chaos. The once warm and harmonious community was reduced to ruin, filled with fear and despair. "Our defenses will collapse because of internal divisions," he thought, his brow furrowing even deeper. External enemies were constantly eyeing the base, and if they sensed any unrest within, they would surely seize the opportunity to attack. By then, the base will not be able to organize an effective resistance, the defense line will be easily broken, and everyone will lose the last guarantee of safety. He seemed to see the children lose their laughter, with only fear and confusion in their eyes. The education system is paralyzed, the children cannot receive a normal education, and the hope for the future has become slim. Scientific research has stagnated, and the base can no longer make progress and development, and can only gradually decline in difficulties. "No, absolutely not!" Xiao Yi stopped abruptly and clenched his fists. "I must do something, no matter what the cost, I must stop all this from happening." There was a resolute light in his eyes, and he had secretly vowed in his heart to do everything in his power to resolve the contradictions within the base and protect the safety and stability of the base.

Xiao Yi silently prepared each day, like a guardian lurking in the shadows, awaiting the crucial moment when his hidden power would be unleashed to safeguard the base's peace and stability. Before the first rays of morning sun shone into the room, Xiao Yi leaped from his bed. He quickly donned his training clothes and began his daily regimen of physical training. Push-ups, sit-ups, long runs—he gave his all in every exercise, sweat pouring down like rain, yet his pace remained undiminished. He knew only a strong physique could withstand the immense pressure of crucial moments. On the training grounds, Xiao Yi focused on honing his fire abilities. He controlled the temperature, shape, and intensity of the flames, from tiny sparks to blazing blazes, striving for precise control. Simultaneously, he constantly explored the boundaries of his psychic abilities, carefully developing the potential of this mysterious force. He mentally simulated various possible crisis scenarios, considering how to unleash the most powerful force in an instant to meet any unexpected threat. On weekdays, Xiao Yi silently observed every corner of the base, observing shifts in mood and potential conflicts. He interacted with ordinary people, listening to their concerns, and discussed with those with special abilities, trying to find a way to reconcile. He mentally formulated strategies for every situation, anticipating every possible outcome and response. At night, when everyone else was asleep, Xiao Yi studied the base's defensive layout and the enemy's potential movements under the lamplight. He meticulously analyzed every piece of intelligence, taking in every detail. He always kept weapons and equipment by his bed, ensuring he could act swiftly in an emergency. A fire burned within Xiao Yi, a passion for the base and a determination to protect it. He constantly told himself, "Whenever, wherever, and whenever the base needs me, I will step forward without hesitation." His eyes shone with determination and resolve, and his whole person radiated a poised strength, ready to fight for the peace and stability of the base.

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