Chapter 99 Rescued

The security robot stopped, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, everyone felt like they were on a roller coaster, their hearts racing up and down.

Taking a breath, Wen Le quickly asked the system what was going on outside. He had just checked and there was no one in the monitoring room. This meant that the person speaking on the radio was not on the spacecraft at all. The other party was most likely controlling the place remotely. Thinking about the system's previous statement that the other party had two warships, his scalp tingled.

The feeling of being monitored and controlled by others while being powerless was truly terrible. The system sensed the host's emotions, hesitated for a moment, and asked him, "Do you need me to control the spacecraft?"

Under normal circumstances, the system would never be so reckless as to expose itself, especially when controlling an official manned spacecraft. If anyone discovered it, it would land itself in trouble. Furthermore, it was only a trainee system and lacked the authority to do so. However, this was a special case. As a support system, it had an obligation to protect its host when it encountered a life-threatening danger. In such cases, it would be granted certain permissions to protect the host. As long as the host agreed, it would be granted these permissions, and it could proceed accordingly.

Wen Le was a little surprised: "You actually have this ability?"

Afraid Wen Le might misunderstand, the system quickly explained, "Yes, there is, but it requires permission. I can only do this now because of the special circumstances. I won't be able to do it in the future."

"What permissions are required?" Wen Le asked quickly. At this time, it would be most reassuring to have the spacecraft under his own control.

"I need the host to give me permission." The system said, "Only if you agree can I control the spacecraft."

"What are you waiting for? Hurry!" Wen Le said quickly, "I agree!"

"Got it!" The system's voice was faintly excited. To be honest, it had been wanting to cause trouble for a long time, but due to its identity and authority, it had never been able to do so. It could only watch helplessly as the host and his friends got involved, unable to participate. It would be a lie to say that it wasn't envious. This time, it could finally get what it wanted.

Wen Le thought there might be something wrong with his ears. Otherwise, why did he seem to hear excitement in the system's electronic tone? Happiness? Who could be happy at this time? He must have misheard.

Well, it's time to witness a miracle.

The two groups, engaged in a fierce battle outside, watched helplessly as the civilian spacecraft, now surrounded and being robbed, suddenly shook violently, flew in an S-shape, and vanished. Furthermore, no trace of the spacecraft appeared on the radar monitor, as if it had simply vanished into thin air.

The leaders of both groups opened their eyes wide. It was only today that they learned that civilian spacecraft could perform this kind of operation, and the stealth technology was so powerful!

The two people cursed in their hearts at the same time. It would be great to use such technology on warships, but they actually used it on civilian spacecraft. Isn't this just too idle?

The rescue team members were especially furious, feeling like they were wasting taxpayers' money. It's no wonder they reacted so strongly. Think about it: technology meant for fighter jets is being used on buses. Isn't that a waste?

As for the robbers, they were extremely furious. They had planned everything well and thought that this trip would be foolproof, but not only were they caught and beaten, but the target also disappeared right under their noses. The cooked duck flew away like that, and anyone would be furious.

"Boss, are we still going to fight?" With the mission target missing, this fight was pointless. But they felt a little reluctant to just leave like this. They'd spent so much time trying to get nothing, and the mission had failed. They didn't know if this would affect future business.

The man called "the boss" shouted in a hoarse voice: "Fuck off, get out of here!" If Wen Le was here at this time, he would be able to recognize that the voice was the same as the one on the radio.

"So how do we explain this mission to them?"

"Still want an explanation? I'm lucky I didn't ask them to!" The other party sneered. "Their intelligence was wrong, and we lost so many brothers. I'll settle this account with them sooner or later!" Today was a new experience. Such advanced technology was actually available on such a small, shabby ship. They were so good at stealth. When he first received this mission, he had been muttering to himself, thinking that Claire was crazy. Knowing her special identity, she was so stupid as to board a civilian spacecraft. He hadn't expected such a backup plan.

Now he began to suspect that Claire had deliberately shown up to lure them into the trap. It was like he had been hunting geese all day and ended up getting blinded by geese. He could not swallow this humiliation no matter what, and he would settle the score with these people sooner or later.

The boss gave the order, and naturally, the gang didn't want to fight any longer. They feinted the enemy and then took the opportunity to escape. By the time the rescue team realized what was happening, the enemy warships had already disappeared. Since they had someone else to rescue, they simply didn't pursue them. But they would definitely be scolded when they returned. They had been deceived in a fight they could have won and then let them escape. It was a shame. Fortunately, the enemy didn't want to fight any longer, otherwise the outcome of the day would have been uncertain.

The rescue team's commander's face darkened as he thought about this. He decided to get back and give these bastards a good workout. They usually yelled and talked louder than they could sing, but when things got tough, they were like paper tigers, easily broken by a single poke. It was such a disgrace. If his old enemies knew about this, they'd definitely laugh at him. It was infuriating just thinking about it.

But now wasn't the time to dwell on these things. The most important thing was to find the rescue target, or else he wouldn't be able to explain himself when he returned. Furthermore, he was quite interested in the stealth technology on that spacecraft and planned to report it to his superiors upon his return and have them turn it over.

As soon as the robbers left, the system informed Wen Le, asking, "Do you want to show up now?" Actually, it hadn't had enough fun yet and didn't want to show up. But this wasn't something a small system could control.

"Let's contact the rescue team," Wen Le said. Otherwise, they'd be terribly worried. It wouldn't be right for them to hide away when they were so kind as to come and rescue them.

"Okay then." The system replied somewhat reluctantly, then took back control of the spacecraft, allowing it to reappear.

The rescue team quickly boarded Wen Le's spaceship. Although mentally prepared, they remained strangely silent upon seeing the hostages lying on the ground. Though they hated to admit it, the hostages were quite capable. When they learned that the hostages had been knocked out by the anesthetic Wen Le had concocted, they immediately felt a deep respect for him. They were also thankful that they had been reminded to wear the new isolation suits upon arrival; otherwise, they would have been lying there with the hostages.

The rescue team also saw the people wearing gas masks outside, but they were still mercilessly knocked down. They couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling that this therapist was quite fierce. He felt that he needed to rediscover the profession of therapist. No wonder no one dared to offend them. With such fierce fighting power, anyone would be afraid to face them head-on.

When the rescue team saw Wen Le in person, they immediately stood in awe. He was truly a recognized genius by the Healer Association, a young man with a lot of promise, especially given his talent for medicine. If only the therapists on their team had this kind of skill, how much trouble would be saved in a fight! If Wen Le didn't have the Healer Association's backing, and the prescription was private and confidential, he would have shamelessly asked for it.

Wen Le told the rescue team that they would wake up in a few hours. He had specially formulated a medicine with minimal side effects, which wouldn't cause significant harm. However, they would still experience dizziness and headaches, which would resolve after two days of rest.

After explaining his situation, Wen Le suddenly asked the captain of the rescue team, "I heard that this hijacking was caused by a man named Claire. Do you know him? What does he look like?"

The captain glanced at him sideways. "Why are you asking that?" Was he trying to vent his anger? Given the other person's status, it would be difficult to manipulate him. He didn't even know what the other person looked like. Everyone on the boat was dead, and they hadn't had time to find someone.

Wen Le said seriously, "I'll block him once I find out what he looks like." Damn, the mention of that guy makes him furious. Doesn't he have any idea of ​​his situation? He insisted on coming over to ride on a civilian spacecraft with them. He could have done that, but he leaked his whereabouts, bringing them down with him. If they hadn't underestimated him and gotten a bit lucky, they'd all be killed here.

Blocking him is considered polite to him, beating him up won’t make him feel better.

When the other person heard that Wen Le was going to block Claire, he fell silent. When no one was paying attention, he secretly wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead, feeling lucky that Wen Le didn't know him. Otherwise, if he really did block him, he, the insider, would probably be implicated. Being blocked by such a promising healer was heartbreaking. He had no doubt about Wen Le's ability to act, and he had a legendary master behind him.

Alas!

It’s scary just thinking about it.

Both sides were powerful, and if they really came to blows, it wouldn't be a simple fight between gods. It would be a brawl between ancient fierce gods, and I'm afraid even the gods would be implicated.

After all, anyone who's out there cherishes their face. The higher the position, the more powerful, and the more important it is, the more important it is. If Wen Le really wants to block someone, it would be like ripping their face off and stomping on it. It would be strange if they didn't get furious.

The team leader absolutely dared not underestimate the importance his superiors placed on face. Afraid of getting burned, he quickly changed the subject: "Thanks to you this time, otherwise everyone on this boat would have suffered. Don't worry, I'll report back to the higher-ups and try to get you a bigger reward." Although the other party looked down on the small amount of money, he still maintained a polite attitude.

Wen Le waved his hand: "Just do whatever you want."

He also realized that the other party didn't want to talk to him about the previous topic, so he didn't bring it up again.