Chapter 52 Humanoid Weapon 18

Yanbei received a contact request from Garcia.

In Garcia's private residence, NATO was invited to a banquet under the pretext of discussing tactics.

The gate of the mansion is simple in design yet majestic.

"Long time no see, General."

A young and well-dressed butler was waiting at the door. Hearing the voice, Yan Bei turned around and looked at him again. The young man's face looked familiar, so without thinking any more, Yan Bei followed him into the inner room.

The clean reception room was empty. Lance was waiting outside. After Yan Bei went in, the butler bent down and closed the door.

He looked around the room and felt that the layout was both strange and familiar. That was until Garcia's voice came from the wall.

"Nan Xiaodu was occupied by the rebels three hours ago. The southern army was forced to retreat. I wonder what you will do next, General?"

Yan Bei turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from, only to see that the snow-white wall was removed like a shaking stream of water, and there was another room behind the wall.

The small room was very simply furnished, with only a pair of tables and chairs. Garcia was standing there looking at him.

Yan Bei walked in, and in a blink of an eye the wall returned to its original state. He touched the wall that had become solid again, and then thought of the familiar young man outside, and suddenly he understood.

He leaned over and glanced at Garcia, holding onto the wall, and said, "My mansion?"

Garcia smiled.

"My butler?"

Garcia was still laughing.

Because this was actually the mansion that the emperor had gifted him when he first entered the small world. Thinking that the emperor had to give him a second-hand house, Yan Bei couldn't help feeling a little funny. He walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.

Garcia picked up the small pot on the table and poured him a cup of milky white tea.

Yan Bei gently pinched the rim of the cup, placed it in front of him, and then looked up at Garcia, "You called me over so early in the morning, what's the matter?"

"About the Southern Front..."

"Anything else?" Yan Bei waved his hand to interrupt him.

"And about the army that suddenly appeared on the battlefield..."

"Isn't that what the emperor promised you?" Yan Bei interrupted him again.

Garcia's expression was interrupted twice, and he felt helpless. He pulled out a chair on the other side and sat down.

He asked directly at the beginning.

"Since you are the one who gave me the suggestion, you must be able to help me, right?"

Yan Bei blinked.

So Garcia reached out and lifted up the half-long hair on the back of his head, twisted his neck to show Shajia his skin, Yan Bei glanced at it casually, the skin there was smooth, nothing there. But Yan Bei understood what he meant in an instant.

Garcia let down his hair and smiled bitterly. "It's a tiny bomb. I can't mess around with it, and I can't take it out without permission. Once it senses that I want to take action and escapes its control, it will explode on its own."

Yan Bei propped up his head and looked at him seriously without saying a word.

Garcia observed the expression on his face and spoke carefully, "I was the one who harmed you in the beginning. I reported you to the higher-ups... I was naive at the time and thought I had found a shortcut to success. Who knew that both you and I were just dangerous items for that lunatic to play with?"

"Garcia, you don't have to play the sympathy card with me. I only found you because there are some things that only you can do for me." Yan Bei no longer looked at him. He lowered his head and twirled the spoon in his hand. The spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the wall of the cup.

"What is it?" Garcia asked hurriedly, "But if you don't help me solve this problem, I may not be able to help you."

"Of course I can help you solve this problem. In exchange, I want you to do two things for me."

Without further ado, Yan Bei looked up into his eyes and said, "The first thing you have to do is to take all the Imperial troops who obey your orders and betray me in front of everyone - betray the Empire, and join the resistance with no way out."

Garcia was stunned. He looked at Yan Bei and slowly stated the second condition.

"The second thing is that I want you to communicate with the leader of the resistance."

Yan Bei stopped stirring and gently placed the silver spoon on the table, with the spoon head facing himself and the handle facing Garcia. Garcia looked at the silver spoon for a long time and nodded slowly.

-

After leaving the rebel hospital, Sha Jia rushed all the way to an abandoned research institute.

This is not the one in the south that has been abandoned for many years, but a research institute right at the foot of the imperial capital that was operating normally not long ago. Afterwards, perhaps something happened and all the personnel and data were evacuated urgently, and it was abandoned within a few days.

Shaka did not come here for no reason. Lance made an appointment with him to meet here using a secret code. He said that he had very important information, but the price was very expensive. He must trade with Shaka face to face and get his promise.

What exactly is this? What does Lance want from her? Shajia feels vaguely uneasy.

It was Lance who contacted him at the beginning. As the closest adjutant to the commander of the Imperial Army, he took the initiative to approach Shaka to sell intelligence.

Shajia didn't know how he managed to pass on the news without being monitored by the Imperial Army, the Parliament, and Yan Bei, but he certainly couldn't refuse such a good opportunity.

Over the past year or so, he has benefited a lot from Reims. The intelligence Reims passed on to him played a huge role in helping the scattered rebels avoid pursuit, accumulate strength, and fight back against the empire.

In his heart, Sha Jia regarded him as half a comrade. The contributions made by that guy were enough for Sha Jia to make him a general. However, he repeatedly rejected Sha Jia's invitation to join the rebel army. He stayed by Yan Bei's side wholeheartedly, only doing business and never talking about anything else.

While waiting for Lance to come, Shaka had already checked the research institute. Those people retreated in a hurry and there were many things they did not have time to take away. They were all disposed of on the spot, but not cleanly.

Sha Jia thought that after this meeting, he could have his men conduct a thorough search to see if they could find any intelligence, or at least bring some equipment back for use, as everything here was made in the capital, and they were guaranteed to be of high quality and expensive.

Just as I was thinking about it, a figure slowly walked in from the dim entrance.

It was a black figure wearing a hood, wrapped up tightly from head to toe, and carrying a black box in his black-gloved hands.

When he walked in front of Shajia, the black shadow slowly pulled off the mask on his face, revealing a pair of blue eyes.

Shajia watched him put down the box, then took out a black robe, shook it and motioned for Shajia to put it on. Shajia did not hesitate, and after putting it on, he found that he was wrapped exactly the same as Lance.

The two of them sat down on chairs facing each other in the research institute. Everything around them fell silent.

"Long time no see." Shajia spoke first to break the ice.

Lance looked at him without blinking and nodded slowly.

"The Imperial Army deployed a strange army on the battlefield a few days ago. The army was invincible and caused heavy losses to the rebels. I guess the general has not yet found a way to check and balance them." Lance's voice came through the thick mask, and there was a weird feeling.

It was indeed as he said. Thinking of the recent setbacks suffered by the rebel army on the battlefield, Shajia couldn't help feeling a little heavy. When he heard Lance mention this, he immediately connected his inexplicable outfit this time with the Imperial Army.

Could it be? Shajia had an idea and was about to speak, but Lance raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Yes, I brought the intelligence and tools that will help the general to defeat the Imperial Army in the final battlefield."

"Then what do you want in exchange?" Shajia asked quickly, trying hard to suppress his inner excitement.

But Lance suddenly stopped, he slowly raised his hand to the table, slowly moved it until it touched the box, then he made up his mind, looked into Shaka's eyes and said, "My condition is very simple, just let me take... him away with me after everything is over."

What kind of request was this? Shajia was stunned for a moment. After a while, he realized who the "he" in Lance's words was.

Then he exhaled heavily, and then said in disbelief, "He is the only one who absolutely cannot do this. You know...what he has done. The soldiers...and the people will not agree..."

While speaking, Shajia's eyes drifted to the door several times, and it was unclear whether the words were addressed to himself or to Lance.

But Lance was not moved by his firm attitude, "My request is actually very simple. I don't need the general to betray his subordinates for us, as long as he doesn't deliberately stop me when the time comes."

After he finished speaking, Shajia didn't nod or speak for a long time, but just stared blankly at the door.

Lance didn't care that he looked a little strange and absent-minded. Even if Shaka disagreed, he had his own way to take the commander away.

"Besides, there is absolutely no way you can refuse my conditions." Lance stood up, pulled up his mask, and reached out to open the black box.

Shajia did not interrupt him, but watched his movements with bated breath. He knew in his heart that he really could not refuse Lance's deal, but he also could not agree to his conditions.

Most importantly, he had a feeling that what Lance brought would break his long-held beliefs.

"Do you know anything about ghosts?"

When it came to the last step, Lance suddenly stopped, turned around and asked Shaka.

Ghost? Shajia's mind was suddenly hit by this news.

He had only heard of this legendary thing in conversations with Teacher Clive.

I never thought that one day I would hear these words again from someone else.

Wasn't this kind of thing completely driven out more than a hundred years ago in that extremely great and costly war?

By the way, in that great battle of life and death, wasn't it General Heliod, who was revered by everyone as the light of mankind, who led humanity to the final victory?

But that general has now been sitting on the throne of the supreme ruler of the empire for more than a hundred years.

If it was him, Shaka's heart began to pound.

What if it was him?

If it were him now, he would definitely be capable of doing such a thing!

Is he finally going to lose even the last bit of his glory?

-

At the southern border of the empire, the armies led by Yan Bei and Garcia finally gathered together after many days, and on the other side, their enemies, the rebels, also gathered together. Everyone understood that this war, which had lasted for a long time and cost countless lives, was finally coming to an end.

The two armies were as vast as a vast ocean.

Looking from afar, Yan Bei and Sha Jia, old enemies for many years, looked at each other across the vast army. Sha Jia's eyes were particularly complicated. Yan Sifang noticed the small fluctuations in his mind and asked, "Do you want to go see him?"

"No, no, I'd better not meet my brother in this state." Yan Bei's voice sounded softly.