Cheng Yaowen had locked his legs with stone chains, as well as around his waist and hands, and Ge Xiaolun and his men's weapons were strapped to his neck.
A group of black-armored warriors, Sun Wukong, and a little chick in the sky.
“Perhaps we should try to bring him back,” Du Qiangwei said, panting. She was also quite exhausted. “He hasn’t spoken. Maybe he can’t speak, or maybe he’s not rational. We can’t communicate with him for the time being. If we try to control him and bring him back, we can ask General Lianfeng for a solution. Maybe he can become one of our own.”
That's our mission anyway.
As she spoke, she addressed Sun Wukong on the ground: "Sun Wukong, can you even speak? Let's communicate and resolve any problems together."
Unfortunately, they completely ignored her.
With the blade against his neck, Sun Wukong gazed silently at the sky, saying nothing.
"It seems he can't talk, or doesn't want to communicate." Du Qiangwei was a bit troubled: "But how do we control him? How do we bring him back?"
If this gets out of control, it could blow up the plane while it's on board.
Ge Xiaolun and Liu Chuang listened without saying anything. They couldn't do anything about it, and none of them mentioned the word "kill." In the eyes of Earthlings, Sun Wukong was practically one of their own.
No one would even consider killing Sun Wukong unless his life was in danger.
As for Cheng Yaowen, he didn't say he would use stones to trap Sun Wukong. In fact, it was unreliable and ineffective.
"Hey! Wang Ji." Du Qiangwei suddenly thought of something and looked at Wang Ji, saying, "Could your pot knock him out? It should... be able to, right?"
She didn't know what to say. Even though she tried to believe that Wang Ji's abilities were exactly the same as those in the PUBG game, she couldn't fully believe it from the bottom of her heart. This was a subconscious feeling of an adult.
It is also an unconscious aspect of scientific thinking.
However, Wang Ji's repeated performances suggest that he seems to have exactly the same abilities as in the game, and even some variations.
Especially today, they even released a pet chick for playing PUBG, and a frying pan that looks like the Red Wolf frying pan.
She also saw the two fully automatic rifles that killed Sun Wukong's clone, which was clearly not an ordinary being.
Adding to everything she knew before—his grenades, his fear of cars and airplanes, his carrying a level 3 helmet, and so on—she had no choice but to believe him completely at this moment.
She remembered that Wang Ji's frying pan seemed to have another ability: to knock out that big crocodile.
That time he was knocked unconscious, today Zizai's... knock-out, or knockback?
Well, although it's hard to believe, most of the time this guy's abilities are pretty predictable.
If we can knock Sun Wukong unconscious and bring him back this time, and see what Lianfeng and Lena have to do, that would be convenient.
Otherwise, it would be a real problem.
"Knocking him out shouldn't be a problem." Wang Ji calmly glanced at the figure on the ground and nodded. "But knocking out that one might be a bit more difficult."
He raised his hand and pointed to a spot not far to the side with his right hand.
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