"Not high. I'm a level 5 lightning type, while my brothers and sisters are mostly level 3-5. There are few attack types, many support types, and none spatial type."
It's really not easy to have survived until now.
"Do you have any psychic abilities? Does anyone here know how to fly a plane?"
The man was stunned; they were all students and didn't know how to operate that thing.
"There is one in the mental system, but he is only level 3 and does not have a crystal core, so it will be difficult for him to control people in the Dragon Kingdom."
Seeing Xie Lin staring at him, he remembered what he had just said about the team not having any mentalists, and his face turned a little red.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie."
Xie Lin hummed in agreement and gave him a small bag of crystal cores.
"As long as you have a mental ability, I'll give you crystal cores when you get on the machine."
The young man was overjoyed. "Brother, what's your name?"
"Forget about the name. If you are determined to serve your country after you return, go to the largest military base in Beijing. The base chief's surname is Xiao."
"You're a soldier? My brother is also a soldier. He's in Beijing. His name is Ye Lei. My name is Ye Che." The man's eyes lit up.
"Ye Lei? Could it be him? If I'm not mistaken, he should be one of my team members. Alright, hurry up, I'll take you into my space and get you out now. Remember to be quick."
Having acquaintances is enough; the more capable a fellow countryman there is, the more help the nation will receive.
"good."
Hearing that the captain might be his own brother, Ye Che felt even more at ease.
"Chou Chou, go check the small gate. I'll take two people in. You take a bag and pack some food for them to eat on the way."
"Coming right away." Ugly trotted into the house.
As the man landed with the child in his arms, the small door flashed past.
"Brother, I added it, so it's now 7."
"Okay, I understand."
Once he was certain that he could increase his chances of entering the country, he no longer cared why he was in another country this time.
A dozen minutes later, the group carrying Mr. Feng returned to the fat man's office.
"Sir, please arrange a private plane to send the nine people back to China."
"Mr. Feng, what are you doing... Okay, I'll arrange it right away."
Both of them stared wide-eyed and said things they didn't want to say, immediately realizing that they were being controlled by a mental system.
They looked around but couldn't find anyone.
They fired guns and threw fireballs, but they were hitting nothing but air.
The slightest thought of resistance caused excruciating pain in my head; it was terrifying.
He has level 7 superpowers, level 7! He got utterly humiliated.
"Someone, prepare a helicopter immediately to go to the base gate and escort the VIP out of the country."
Expensive my foot! They arrested me as soon as I boarded the plane. "Ah, you're so important, please don't arrest me, it hurts, let me go."
Feng Kun looked at the person rolling on the ground clutching their head, his face filled with terror, feeling as if every inch of air was filled with evil spirits.
Shishi snorted and let him go.
The driver looked at his leader, who was covered in sweat, and felt somewhat afraid.
"Sir, are you really sending someone out of the country?"
"Send it over, hurry up."
Cultural relics and supernatural crystals are not as important as my life.
He felt like the crystal core in his brain was cracking, so he quickly sent the plague away and came back for treatment.
Ye Che and his nine companions hid near the base entrance, full of hope. They were all emaciated, disheveled, and in a sorry state.
They burst into tears the moment they saw the helicopter.
Thanks to the soldier, they finally don't have to die far from home.
"Sir, what is this?" the patrol captain asked.
"It's alright, go do what you need to do." The fat man couldn't wait for the plane to take them away immediately, not wanting to delay at all.
Xie Lin appeared before the nine people and thoughtfully used his spatial ability to help them board the plane.
Besides Ye Che, there were 8 more chances this time, for a total of 15 chances.
That's satisfactory.
I left them a bag of crystal cores and some dry food, wishing them a safe journey.
"Brother, take care."
"Take care of yourself."
The fat man and Old Feng watched the plane depart, overjoyed, secretly thinking: "Bomb the plane and make them die without a burial place."
My head doesn't hurt.
Relieved, his face darkened.
You dare to mess with me? I'll make sure you don't live to see the end.
"Someone, contact the **base and shoot down any passing planes... Ouch, it hurts, no, no!"
Damn it, the evil spirit didn't leave.
"Don't even think about doing anything bad. I'm watching you. You must be having a headache."
"If you dare to use underhanded tricks, I'll destroy your crystal core next time."
"No, no, I won't do it again, I won't do it again."
The head of a base was now rolling on the ground like a grandson, behaving obsequiously towards him—it felt good.
"Who is it? Show yourself."
The patrol team members all raised their weapons.
"No, don't shoot, move aside!" the fat man shouted. If he couldn't hit anyone, he would only suffer more.
Old Feng held his great-grandson, his face filled with terror.
This is definitely an evil spirit. What should we do? Are we just going to be controlled by it forever?
He was overthinking it; Xie Lin had no intention of letting the grandfather and grandson off the hook.
Fengjiagen is rotten; there isn't a single good person among them, from the old to the young. This child, being spoiled, might not grow up to be a good person. There's no need to keep such a menace around.
Don't call him heartless. Feng Kun betrayed his country. Where would he get so much sympathy to pity the descendant of a traitor?
"Mr. Feng, thank you for taking me out of the country. It turns out that overseas really is paradise. I'm going to do whatever I want in this paradise. Thank you again."
"So it was you, Feng Kun, you bastard, I'm going to kill you."
The fat man's eyes were bloodshot with rage; he wished he could devour Feng Kun alive right then and there.
"It wasn't me, he's lying to you on purpose."
"How is it a lie? If we weren't in cahoots, why aren't you having a headache?"
Feng Kun broke out in a cold sweat. This person was ruthless; he actually wanted to use someone else to kill him.
"Sir, really, I really didn't."
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