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There were three telegraph machines inside the cave, and a wooden board nailed to the wall next to it had some documents and a few books scattered on it.
There were obvious signs of digging on the ground of the cave on one side, indicating that something was either dug out or stuffed inside.
These spies are truly remarkable; they've infiltrated everywhere, even managing to tame a tiger. Tang Yue admires them for providing cover for her.
She listened carefully to the beeping sound of the telegraph, memorizing the frequency. She thought she would learn how to use it in the future.
However, she absolutely could not let this message be transmitted. Tang Yue was thinking about how to prevent that person from transmitting the message without alerting him.
Anyway, I don't have anything to do right now, and I have plenty of time. Just then, I thought of the thumbtacks in my spatial storage.
The pin sensed its master's call and happily spun around in her mind. Tang Yue looked at the pin's real form; there wasn't a single part of it that could prevent the message from being transmitted without damaging the radio transmitter.
Forget it, this guy is unreliable, what should I do?
Suddenly, Tang Yue's eyes lit up. That's it! Make a screwdriver, the kind with an adjustable size, and use it to unscrew all the screws off the message transmitter. The transmitter will fall apart, and he won't be able to send messages.
No sooner said than done! Having already expended considerable mental energy filling the box, Tang Yue didn't make anything too large. She quickly filled it with a small screwdriver, about the size of her palm.
Once the screwdriver was formed, it quickly began to spin around a single point. Tang Yue's lips twitched slightly. What kind of strange functions did these things have?
Seeing there was nothing to repair, the screwdriver moved to the large box and began drilling into its edges and corners. Where it drilled, Tang Yue clearly felt screws, seemingly made of spiritual energy, riveting into the side of the box – quite bizarre.
The agent's typing speed slowed down, indicating that he was nearing the end. Tang Yue immediately summoned the screwdriver.
The screwdriver was a little disoriented in its new environment. Just as it was about to scramble into a tree, its owner summoned it to the cave. Upon seeing the radio, the screwdriver was overjoyed.
Since these things were all materialized from Tang Yue's spiritual power, ordinary people couldn't see them at all. The screwdriver started drilling directly into the telegraph machine in the spy's hand.
After drilling through several screws, the screwdriver finally removed the screw from the handle that the spy was using.
The agent pressed the button again, and with a "clatter," the handle fell to the ground. The agent stared in shock and disbelief at the fallen handle, then looked at the radio transmitter.
What happened? How could the handle just fall off for no reason? It was tightened perfectly fine, could it be that he loosened the screw while using it?
Time was of the essence, so the agent quickly found the screw on the handle, aligned it with the telegraph machine, and was about to screw it in.
But today, for some reason, the screw seemed to be working against him. He turned it to the left, and the screw turned to the right. He tried for a long time, but the screw just wouldn't go in.
The agent was sweating profusely. He was just a few words away from sending the telegram. How could something go wrong at this crucial moment?
After trying for half a day without success, the agents finally had to give up on the radio transmitter.
He switched to another machine and started tapping away. The screwdriver looked surprised for a moment, then happily began drilling back and forth on the telegraph machine the spy was using. This time, the spy didn't even get a quarter of the message; the handle of the telegraph machine fell to the ground again.
He couldn't believe it and tightened the screws again, only to find that it was still the same as the previous one.
Finally, the spy went to the last telegraph machine, but as soon as he pressed the button, the handle fell to the ground.
The screwdriver was quite pleased with its work. It had been a little slow in disassembling the screwdriver, which meant it had to use other tools. Now that it had taken both screwdrivers apart, let's see what it has left to use. Its owner will probably praise it.
"Well done."
The screwdriver scurried happily around inside the cave.
Tang Yue was thinking that if she knocked the man unconscious, took him back to the village, and then found someone to send him to the army base, she would go through a lot of trouble. She didn't even know if the army would believe her.
After all, could a small child do something like this?
It would be great if there were military personnel nearby.
With a try-it-out attitude, Tang Yue's consciousness spread throughout the entire mountain.
She has been frequently exercising her mental strength lately and using it quite a bit, and the scope of her consciousness is becoming wider and wider.
Extending for nearly 40 miles, Tang Yue was delighted.
It came so easily. Isn't that leader Chang Yin?
Does that mean her father came too?
The soldiers' faces were painted with all sorts of bright colors, and they had been training in the mountains for who knows how long, so their bodies and faces were covered in black soot that Tang Yue couldn't spot Tang Shengkai for a moment.
Looking at the densely packed crowd, Tang Yue thought that checking them one by one would be too much work.
I wonder if her father has cultivated spiritual power? But he can sense the pull of spiritual power. Tang Yue gathered some spiritual energy from the forest and swept it around those people.
Suddenly, one of the people, carrying a large bundle on his back, with a face covered in dust and nothing visible except the whites of his eyes and his eyes, twisted his face toward the direction of the spiritual energy.
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