The agency farm is located in the valley behind the agency building. There is a mountain path more than two meters wide that leads directly to the troops. The straight-line distance is not far, but if you want to drive to transport vegetables, you have to go around half the mountain.

Seeing that the amount of vegetables needed was not much, Qingshan planned to take the mountain road through. Anyway, it was still early before noon, so there was enough time to go back and forth.

This mountain path is actually a gap between two hills, nestled in a valley, flanked by densely vegetated mountains. Walking along it on a hot summer day feels cool and pleasant. Qingshan listened to the cicadas chirping in the valley and remembered that his son hadn't been out for a walk in ages. With a thought, he summoned a red light.

Now, the entire valley seemed to have been silenced, and all the insects fell silent. Hong Deng, perched on Qingshan's shoulder, looked down upon the surroundings, delighted with the insects' performance. He vibrated his chirping device with a haughty whistle. The insects, now granted amnesty, continued to sing for the sake of reproduction, though with a touch more caution in their voices.

The valley was about a kilometer long. Just as Qingshan was about to reach the middle, Tuanzi's voice rang out:

"Shanshan, there's an ambush ahead. It's very powerful, and it seems to be someone with superpowers!"

Qingshan was startled, but continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened: "What position? How many people?"

"One hundred meters ahead, one person each at ten o'clock and two o'clock."

Qingshan put her hand into her bag and took out the new weapon she had prepared long ago.

After Qingshan learned about psychics from Luo Wenyuan, she felt her current weapon was a bit inadequate. An eight-centimeter steel needle might pierce an ordinary person, but it wouldn't even penetrate the skin of a psychic. It might even be controlled by a metal-attributed psychic. Qingshan pondered for several days in her space and designed a weapon more suitable for her: a vine whip.

After opening the second row of medicine cabinets, Qingshan discovered a medicinal herb called Shengteng. Not only could it detoxify, but its slender, tough vines were also resistant to breaking, making it an excellent material for crafting rattan instruments. The weaving skills Qingshan learned from Ma Shengli came in handy. She selected several of the most flexible, slender rattan strips and woven them into a long, triangular whip. Each ridge was meticulously inlaid with sharp, barbed bamboo strips. These strips had been soaked in datura juice, and lacerations caused poisoning, ranging from immediate coma to death.

Luo Wenyuan said that there were people with special abilities in the army. This was a military base, and there were many reasons for the appearance of people with special abilities. Qingshan didn't dare to conclude that these two people were coming for him, but he still prepared the whip in advance to be prepared.

After receiving Qingshan's order, Hongdeng flew up with a buzz and hovered in the air to keep watch.

Just as Qingshan reached the position where he formed an equilateral triangle with the two people in ambush, a person fell down with a "bang" at the two o'clock direction, shaking the ground so much that it trembled.

This man was taller than Luo Wenyuan, with a burly build and muscular build. He was dressed in a tight black suit and pants, with a black mask covering half of his face. The upper half of his face that was exposed showed a dark complexion, thick and prominent brow bones, single eyelids, puffy eyelids, and narrow eyes, a typical Mongolian race.

After the man landed, he didn't say anything and just looked at Qingshan without moving. Qingshan stared at the man and asked:

"What are you doing?"

The big man said nothing, scratched his head, and crooked his eyes, looking a little embarrassed. Qingshan was puzzled, unsure of what this person meant. He gestured with his hands behind his back, asking the red light to remain on alert and keep his eyes on the other person.

The big man stood there like a black iron tower, motionless and silent. Just as Qingshan was about to walk around him and continue walking, the big man moved and swung his fist at Qingshan. The big man's punch was so fast that it brought a gust of wind. If he was hit, he would be seriously injured.