Chapter 127

This unexpected explosion caught the three Face Changers off guard. The bearded man died tragically, and the two survivors were also seriously injured.

The flat-headed man trembled as he used his ability to restore the code box to its state before the explosion. His face had lost all color due to excessive blood loss.

Then he looked at the Face Changer standing in front of him. His eyes were lifeless, his clothes were burnt black, and he looked not much better than him.

"What should we do now?" The Face Dancer looked at the corpse lying on the ground and spoke with a trembling voice.

"Don't ask me what to do. I don't know what to do! Who the hell knew that lunatic Wen Jinfeng would install such a powerful bomb!"

The man with the flat head frantically pulled his hair, and the movement was too big, which pulled the wound on his face. He immediately grimaced in pain, with a distorted expression: "We can take the box back directly, but how are we going to explain it to the general?"

There is no explanation.

The degree of decay of the corpse can be used to determine the time of death of the bearded man.

If the higher-ups noticed something fishy about the death of Bearded Man, they would send someone to investigate the situation. With all the strange and bizarre superpowers out there, who knows if there is any that can reconstruct what happened at the scene?

Thinking of the consequences of the general knowing their intention to break free from his control, the Face Dancer suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, with a chill shrouding his entire body.

The fear in the man's eyes was no less than his. He bit his bloody fingers and uttered a series of neurotic words: "I can't do this. I can't go back. That's no different from seeking death."

He raised his head and said, "Since it has come to this, we might as well make the best of it!"

The Face Dancer was stunned: "What?"

"Wen Jinfeng is willing to spend so much effort to destroy the box, and does not want others to get the things in the box. This shows that it can really hold the general or Dr. Anzi. We must get it. This is our only way to survive!"

Perhaps the sudden death of the bearded man brought a great mental shock to the two men. After a brief silence, the Face Dancer actually followed the words of the crew-haired man and replied hesitantly: "But how do we open this thing?"

Glancing at the sticky bloodstains on the ground, he couldn't help but swear: "Let me make it clear, I'd rather die than touch this stuff again."

The man with the flat head gradually calmed down, with a cold light in his eyes: "Don't forget that there is a real owner who collects the things. There is no need for us to take risks."

"Do you still remember the mission the general gave you?"

When the general gave him the task, a flash of ferocity flashed across his sluggish eyes, and he began to struggle unnaturally, clearly showing that he had received anti-inducement training.

The little fox exerted force again, and the latter could not resist for long before it succumbed to the illusion.

The scene changed.

The ruins and the horrific corpses disappeared, replaced by a quiet and dark room.

Electronic beams passed across the alloy walls and ceiling, vaguely illuminating a man dressed like a butler.

The steward said expressionlessly, "Do you understand what your mission is?"

The man with the sideburns was no longer as arrogant as he had been in that memory. He lowered his head and replied timidly, "Okay. Bring the box back and give the letter to Wen Xin. Then, persuade him to take people to City A."

The flat-headed man also flattered himself and said, "Wen Jinfeng just broke off relations with his brother, and then he met with an accident. From the perspective of others, even if it wasn't Wen Xin who did it, it was definitely related to him."

"If Wen Xin led his troops to City A at this time, it would definitely cause dissatisfaction among Wen Jinfeng's subordinates. Regardless of whether he really wants to help, everyone will mistakenly think that he has evil intentions and plans to take over City A during the chaos. This is really a smart move!"

Looking at the serious look on the flat-headed man's face, even if the little fox had no psychological connection with anyone, he could sense their sinister intentions.

If Wen Xin really did as they expected and rashly sent people to support, it would probably cause quite a dispute, and they would not be able to explain it.

Even when he heard the flat-headed men discussing how to harm him, Wen Xin's expression did not change at all.

He was looking thoughtfully at the middle-aged man sitting on the office chair.

At this time, the steward asked, "General?"

The middle-aged man called the general responded.

He sat on an office chair with his back to everyone present. His half-raised face was in shadow, making it difficult to see his features and expressions. He simply said, "Go ahead."

"If you can't find the person or the box, you don't have to come back."

The three Face Changers shuddered in unison.

The scene ends here, and what appears to be more fragmented is something that seems to be scattered.

The little fox tried to dig deep into the Face Changer's memory and present the face of the "general", but the Face Changer below rolled his eyes without any warning and started to go crazy.

Dark purple blood vessels were seen protruding from the Face Dancer's skin, crawling up from the neck to the cheeks like vines. The whole person seemed to be in inhuman pain and torture, twisting wildly on the floor like a fish out of water.

The implementation of the illusion depends on the face-changer as the subject. If the person's brain is disordered, the illusion will be forced to interrupt.

The little fox frowned and heard Wen Xin say behind him: "It seems that the people who sent them here are not completely ignorant."

It doesn't mean that they know nothing. The man named "General" knows that the little fox has the ability to interpret memories, so he implanted mental suggestions in the three face-changers.

Once it comes to revealing the identity of the mastermind, they will immediately go crazy.

The little fox was helpless.

If he continues to exert force, the Face Dancer will most likely become a fool, and they will not get the information they want to know.

Wen Xin looked at the boy's face that was about to be wrinkled like an orange peel, and rubbed his head with a smile: "Okay, it's not a big deal."

The little fox was surprised that Wen Xin could still maintain a calm expression, and said tangledly: "But your brother has been detained by the First Base and is in danger now."

"He's fine." Wen Xin walked past the unconscious Face Dancer, picked up the letter and threw it, "At least that's what he said."

The little fox looked confused: "Hmm?"

He had just read the contents of the letter, but didn't he see Wen Jinfeng saying that he was fine?

Wen Xin: "It's a secret signal that he and I had agreed on long ago."

"You can't just look at the surface of the content of this letter. Even if you put a knife to Wen Jinfeng's neck and threatened to cut him into pieces, he would just smile and greet his ancestors. So it's impossible for him to show weakness and curry favor with me."

The little fox and Wen Jinfeng didn't spend much time together, but the few times they met were enough for the little fox to know what kind of person Wen Jinfeng was.

He trusted Wen Xin's judgment and nodded with deep understanding. He was not as anxious as before, but he still couldn't help but worry: "But why did he go to the First Base?"

Even though Wen Xin and Wen Jinfeng staged a quarrel between brothers in front of outsiders, the inseparable blood relationship between the two could still become a handle for the First Base to control Wen Xin.

Wen Xin was also thinking about this problem. His expression was not solemn, but not relaxed either.

Excluding the possibility that someone drugged his brother, Wen Jinfeng would only be willing to take the risk if the other party needed something that was worth his while.

Wen Xin tapped the silver code box with his fingertips, listening to the crisp clicking sound, a hint of deep thought flashed across his eyes.

The flat-headed man and his friends pinned their hopes of getting rid of the general on him. In fact, even he didn't know the password. He just used his skills to create a fake unlocking sound in order to make the Face Dancer lower his guard and reveal his flaws.

If they had known that there would be one more thing to deliver, they should have considered it more comprehensively when discussing the code with Wen Jinfeng.

...That's not right either.

Wen Xin frowned slightly.

To be fair, knowing that human memory can be falsified or read, no matter what password is set, it cannot be 100% secure.

If he were in Wen Jinfeng's shoes and faced the same problem as his brother, he would definitely not design a password that could be discovered.

Wen Xin intuitively felt that there might be something in the letter that he had overlooked, so he read it carefully from beginning to end again.

[…We are brothers, with the same blood and the same genes. We cannot betray each other. This is a fact that will never change.

On the contrary, it was the black monster you provoked, my dear brother, don’t blame me for not reminding you, with its power that is enough to destroy the world, do you really think you can control it?

Sometimes, when I look at that monster and the extraordinary abilities it displays, even I feel fear from the bottom of my heart. Wen Xin, ask yourself, have you really thought about forming an alliance with it? Can you completely trust and rely on its abilities? 】

Rereading those words that seemed to be trying to sow discord, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through Wen Xin's mind, and he murmured as if he had suddenly realized something: "I know."

Know what?

Before the little fox could react, Wen Xin picked up the silver code box and ordered the guards outside in a cold voice before leaving: "Lock the person inside in the dungeon and make sure to find out the whereabouts of his accomplices."

The guard caught a glimpse of the person lying on the floor and was shocked: "Yes!"

One of Wen Xin and Yuan Yanzhong must stay in G City. Since the former came to Idealism, the one who stays is naturally Yuan Yanzhong.

However, the latter was worried about letting Wen Xin go to such a far place, so he used Idealism and G City as landmarks and traveled back and forth between the two points every day without any bother or fatigue.

With such perseverance, even the scaled tree viper couldn't help but smack its lips, secretly admiring the perseverance of the sullen dragon.

But there was one thing that the snake still couldn't understand: "Why are you willing to do everything but dare not say to Wen Xin, "I like you?"

The surface of the original rock was like an iceberg, and it responded to the snake's ridicule with a ruthless claw.

At this moment, the man felt that Wen Xin was waiting at the agreed place early, as if he needed his help with something, so he secretly speeded up the meeting with the young man.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Xin took out the silver-white code box and asked, "Can your spatial ability directly take out the things in the box?"

After listening to the other party's brief description, Yuan Yanzhong roughly understood what had happened.

He placed his hand on the code box, tried to sense it, and nodded, "Okay."

Wen Xin felt relieved when he saw this, knowing that he had guessed right.

It is highly likely that Wen Jinfeng never set any password. He repeatedly emphasized in the letter that Yuan Yan's abilities cannot be controlled, which was actually a disguised reminder.

This was a risky move, and Wen Xin might have to be sent away along with those who intercepted the items. Fortunately, Wen Xin was cautious and careful enough.

As Yuanyan used his spatial ability, a wave visible to the naked eye appeared in front of Wen Xin.

Unlike the feeling of emptiness when the little fox constructed the illusion, this wave made him hold his breath subconsciously, as if someone invisibly held an axe that was powerful enough to cut through metal and iron, and chopped down fiercely at the space where they were, and a terrifying wave of air burst out in an instant.

But maybe Wen Xin had seen such scenes many times, after two or three seconds, he gradually relaxed his tense muscles.

The little fox next to him was frightened to the point of almost bursting with fur, his round pupils shrank into a needle-like vertical line, and he finally jumped aside, unable to bear it any longer.

Yuan Yanzhong couldn't help but glance at Wen Xin, who looked calm, and seemed a little confused.

It didn't take long before the items in the combination box were finally taken out intact without any damage, and nothing was touched during the process.

Yuan Yanzhong spread out his palms, and what appeared in front of Wen Xin was a glass tube filled with an unknown drug, which made the latter subconsciously remember the inhibitor that he had injected into Yuan Yanzhong.

But this medicine is obviously different from the inferior product that has been diluted several times.

A purplish blue liquid flows in the tube, but it is not in the form of a normal fluid. Sometimes it looks like wisps of flying catkins, and sometimes it changes into crystals of different sizes, making endless irregular movements and reflecting a stream of colorful colors under the sunlight.

Staring at the potion, Wen Xin had a strange feeling, as if the liquid inside had a fresh vitality.

What was even stranger was that he had a feeling that this thing was originally a part of his body.

The little fox that was scared away by the breath in the original rock just now wandered back to Wen Xin's side without knowing when. It looked at the reagent in Wen Xin's hand with unspeakable longing in its eyes.

Yuan Yanzhong lowered his head subconsciously, sniffing the injection in the young man's hand greedily: "...It smells like you."

Wen Xin stared at the medicine and thought it was not his illusion.

The stuff was obtained, but the effect was unclear, and Wen Xin did not dare to inject it into his own body rashly. Who knows whether he will eventually become Superman or transform into Godzilla.

He resisted the urge to merge his mind with the medicine, put the things close to his body, and re-examined the problems at hand.

Question 1: Who is the general who commands the flat-headed men?

If we take a general count, the number of people who can still be called generals today can be counted on one hand.

Looking back at the details in the flat-headed man's words and the clues presented in the memory scene, Wen Xin's heart sank slightly and he had already made a judgment.

He had been focusing on Dr. Anzi and had overlooked the fact that without the support of the military, the First Base would not have been successfully established in such a short period of time - the funds and preparations required were simply not something that an ordinary powerful person could support.

So the answer to this question is still in the first base.

Question 2: Why is Wen Jinfeng so anxious?

If Wen Jinfeng obtained this medicine through another means and it had been kept in the First Base, why didn't he wait a little longer?

Or maybe Wen Jinfeng couldn't wait any longer, and something forced him to take the risk immediately.

At this moment, the disadvantages of inconvenient communication emerged. Even if Wen Xin's intelligence network was spread out, the delay in information delivery could not be avoided.

Wen Xin noticed that Wen Jinfeng mentioned the cactus that he once thought was his brother at the end of the letter.

To others, this might seem like a casual remark, but Wen Xin knew that Wen Jinfeng was not someone who would reminisce about the past for no reason. This might be a sign that he had something left for him.

"I have to go to City A."

Hearing Wen Xin's decision, the little fox was surprised and said, "But if you go there now, won't you play into their hands?"

But the young man raised his lips and smiled teasingly: "If I were alone, I would indeed be constrained by them, and I would not dare to conflict with Wen Jinfeng's former subordinates."

He said, winking at the original rock: "But now, do I need to consider those problems?"

There was something indescribably lively about the warmth of this expression, and Yuan Yan even chuckled subconsciously: "Why should you worry about it?"

The claws of the Tyrannosaurus Rex are as sharp as a knife, and he will always and unwaveringly clear the way for his executive officer.

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