The next day, more people came to propose marriage. Zuo Ling was furious and told the gatekeeper that no one else was allowed to enter.
Pei Nansheng stayed home and lived a quiet life until a week later, when Chief Mei sent someone to invite him.
"All the scouts we sent out have gone missing."
Chief Mei's face was grim.
A mature reconnaissance officer cannot be trained in less than 7 or 8 years, and based on the current situation, the outlook is not optimistic.
Do you know the approximate area where they went missing?
Pei Nansheng asked.
Chief Mei handed him a few sheets of paper: "Take a look for yourself."
Zuo Ling leaned closer, describing the scouts' daily movements, their longitude and latitude, and vague place names...
Completely confused, she decided to stop watching. With her brother around, she could slack off a bit.
Pei Nansheng noticed a piece of information: in the past month and a half, a large number of people from official and unofficial bases in Sichuan have suddenly gone missing.
The time of their disappearance coincides with the time they destroyed the island.
"Judging from the timeline, the person behind the island is more than 90% likely a reclusive elder of the Ding family."
Chief Mei's voice turned somber:
"Last time we must have really hurt him, the old man's gone mad, our scouts..."
The words "more bad than good" were ultimately swallowed back down.
"Let's go. Is the ammunition ready?"
The Left Spirit Space still has quite a few missiles, but they are facing a reclusive elder with unpredictable methods. They won't feel at ease if they don't prepare more.
"I don't have that many FGM-148s. I've prepared two M82A1 heavy sniper rifles and 20 boxes of ammo for you. This is a huge expense for me, so you'd better bring the guns back to me. Each gun is worth $50,000. If you lose them, if you lose them..."
Chief Mei couldn't figure it out for a long time; what would happen to the brother and sister if they were lost?
Zuo Ling looked disgusted. Her brother told her that the FGM-148 cost $200,000, while the M82A1 only cost $50,000, a difference of several times.
We didn't say you were stingy, and you still want it back from us?
Hmph! Don't even think about it. If you give it to us, it's ours.
Zuo Ling didn't understand guns, but Pei Nansheng did. When he heard that the old man had even brought out the M82A1, which could penetrate tank armor, his eyes lit up.
Sure, Old Man Mei is a good friend.
"Where are the RPG missiles?"
"200 rounds, no more."
Chief Mei's heart is bleeding.
With frequent natural disasters, arms dealers have all shut down. The base's military factories want to copy them, but they lack manpower and materials, so they can't even copy them. Now, every shot fired is one less available.
"300 rounds, a life-or-death deal. If we don't give it to you, you'll have to figure it out yourselves."
Chief Mei glared at him: "You might as well just kill me."
Zuo Lingdao:
"Do you think that old man from the Ding family is easy to deal with? We're not gods. If we don't kill him when he's at his weakest, it won't just be us who suffer."
"Alright, alright, I'm scared of you all, 300 it is."
I was thinking to myself that I needed to settle accounts with Lao Bai and he had to reimburse me.
"Do you need me to send some men to you?"
"We don't need it for now. If we can't handle it, we'll ask you for help."
Chief Mei secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Battles between superhumans are not something ordinary people can participate in. If the brother and sister really asked him for people, he really wouldn't know who to send.
The Mei family suffered a series of natural disasters, resulting in the loss of many of their superhumans. These individuals were the hope for the family's revitalization, and Chief Mei was reluctant to send his own sons to help.
Without saying anything more, he handed over the contact information of the person in Sichuan to Pei Nansheng, and picked up Xiao Hao before leaving.
Xiao Hao had dark circles under his eyes. The day after his older brother and sister left, he was assigned to learn software.
Working day and night, bombarded with knowledge points, I was so dizzy and confused that I ended up learning everything in a mess.
After hearing about this, Bai Hongwei asked the instructor to teach him to draw overlapping simulated shapes in a targeted manner, which helped him a bit.
She grinned and weakly called out, "Brother, sister."
"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
Zuo Ling patted Xiao Hao's head with concern.
"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well."
A wave of resentment washed over me. It's all because you guys forced me to learn this stupid software. I can't even type. I have to figure out where the ABCs are. I'm exhausted.
The key is that it's like the blind men and the elephant; they have no idea what to do, and who knows if problems will arise during actual practice.
Bai Hongwei came to see him off.
"Sister, let me send you a few people."
He had experienced firsthand how terrifying the island was, and he was afraid that Zuo Ling's family wouldn't be able to handle it.
Lin Wang's eyes still haven't recovered, Li Mingli is in a daze, and the soldiers held on for a while but ultimately couldn't pull through.
Despite the doctors' efforts, the symptoms persisted.
Bai Hongwei was conflicted. He didn't want Zuo Ling to go, but he also hoped that his sister, who had powerful supernatural abilities, could break those evil hands.
"Not for now. If you need it, I'll let you know."
Bai Hongwei paused for a moment, then said, "Sister, I hope you're doing well."
Zuo Ling smiled: "Okay, I will definitely be fine."
Two days later, the three siblings appeared at the border between Sichuan and Yunnan.
The once lush, rolling mountains are now bare, with nowhere to find shade.
After waiting for half a day, a dark-skinned, thin man in tattered clothes, leaning on a cane, limped over.
Upon seeing Zuo Ling and her brother, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked:
"Brother, do you need to get some firewood?"
"Ah, two compressed biscuits in exchange for ten pounds of firewood. Can you do that?"
The man's demeanor changed instantly; his limp disappeared, and he gave a salute that looked like a head rub from a distance but was distorted up close.
"Hello, this is 003. The commander sent me to meet you."
Zuo Ling raised an eyebrow. If she didn't tell anyone, who would know that this man who looked like a beggar was actually the base's ace scout?
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