Chapter 44
There are still two hours until the storm comes ashore.
The streets of the northern town were deserted, and the air-raid shelters below were not activated. The cadres in charge of disaster relief directly took people to the ships and launched them into the air.
The person standing on the landing ladder looked blankly at Xu Yinmo at the boarding gate and asked him in a low voice: "Is this the fleet of Wuyan Tower?"
Xu Yinmo nodded, paused, and emphasized playfully: "To be precise, it was sent by the young Majesty of Wuyan Tower - oh, that is, the Majesty's child."
Chen Jian, who was about to hide his identity and work for others in an attempt to restore his reputation, suddenly felt a chill behind him.
Shen Jian:? Who is harming me?
Xu Yinmo must stand here. Now the people trust the Northern Theater Command first. If Xu Yinmo does not show up, they may not even have the courage to board the ship.
So Shen An took advantage of Xu Yinmo without hesitation and kidnapped Admiral Xu onto the ship before arriving at the town.
"You can be considered the first official subordinate of the young emperor, right?" Chen An sneered into the communication, speaking very quickly, "I'm almost about to cut myself into six pieces, and you still want to stay in your war zone and just pick up disaster victims?"
"You may not know this yet, Xu Yinmo, but during the war zone period, new officers stationed in Tajikistan must submit several times more military merits than usual. Moreover, now that the flag has been raised, you need to submit ten times more military merits."
Xu Yinmo put down the teacup heavily with a gloomy face: "Where is the rule?"
"I was just about to re-establish the rules." Chen An sneered and hung up the call, biting his nails and looking at the screen on the side, "There is no way to stop it from being generated, no way at all? Even if we can intercept part of it, it would be fine."
A researcher said without even looking up, "No, no, no."
"Its diameter is about 6,000 meters, which is too big. The only thing we can do now is to prevent it from taking off." The researcher was staring at the operating table, his fingers flying so fast that afterimages appeared, and his speech speed was getting faster and faster.
Shen An paused, twirled his pen and clicked his tongue softly.
His previous kind deception to the young Majesty that "the virus will float towards the Wuyan Tower along the wind" was indeed just a lie. Until this whirlwind appeared, no virus could spread in the sky.
But this time, everyone's fluke was shattered. Shen Lanhe took a deep breath, and his temples were throbbing with pain: "I assume you can finish it all at once... How to stop it from taking off?"
The floating organization had long been silent and seemed to have disappeared in the years of cold war between the Tower of Invisibility and the Middle Ages. Without having to think about it, one could tell what they were planning on doing to reap the benefits.
But when faced with natural disasters, they responded decisively, even though no storm had invaded the sky for many years.
The researcher raised his head this time. He first glanced at Shen Congjian who had been silent all the time: "...It's very simple. Open the 'barrier'."
The giant bowl-like barrier that Shen Jian had begun to build at the beginning of the Source World War was a mechanical product that completely isolated the sky from the ground.
Exactly the same strategy as other organizations.
Shen Congjian knocked on the handrail, glanced at the ground, and thought for a few seconds, "The ground still has a glimmer of hope for the Wuyan Tower, but the Wuyan Tower has never set up a barrier."
"The barrier that completely separates the two spaces is like letting them fend for themselves in the eyes of the civilians."
Even though they never gave up ground.
Shen Congjian was silent for three precious seconds, then relaxed his brows, as if he had just remembered: "But this is no longer something I should worry about... Ask the young Majesty?"
Chen Congjian smiled and looked at the sky where tiny black particles were floating forever. He said softly, "Why can't we just drag all the organizations down? This is obviously a very obvious trap."
Shen Jian felt very subtle as he pinched his throbbing and trembling wrist to decipher this message.
"Middle Ages..." The young man sighed, "Mo Yi, you really are..."
After a pause, the young man sighed again, “Alas, Shen Congjian…is there anything you can’t just say directly? You have to beat around the bush.”
He quickly calculated the situation, then conveyed a few messages, and looked at the time calmly while sitting in the corona.
One hour and forty minutes.
Shen Jian suddenly remembered that the leader he had locked up in the lounge seemed to have not eaten for a long time.
But now the leader couldn't move a single nerve.
Shen Jian fell into deep thought.
...Or... just starve? That shouldn't kill you, right?
Shen Anyideng, who received the order, also fell into deep thought, and Shen Congjian laughed for a long time.
"As expected, your Majesty, you really understand what I want to do." Chen Congjian touched the still warm printed translation file, edited the file, changed a few words that did not conform to the boss's daily use, and then sent it to the dedicated line in the tower.
Shen Lanhe shook his head helplessly, "Your desire for revenge is too strong, little majesty."
When the storm really comes, those organizations that have taken preventive measures will find that this time the virus will really float into the sky. If the Wuyan Tower does not set up a barrier this time, the virus will surge up through this gap, and the barriers set up by those organizations will be almost in vain, and they will be forced to participate in resisting the storm.
That is what Shen Congjian just said, "Drag all other organizations into the water."
"But this should be a good thing." The man in the wheelchair touched his chin, and suddenly his smile disappeared. "Wait a minute, I shouldn't have offended His Majesty...right?"
Shen An and Shen Tu, who was monitoring the western area in the corner next to them, looked with pity at the man who was recalling his first meeting with a guilty conscience.
The researcher calmly waited for the joking discussion of his direct descendants to be finished, then pretended to be deaf and spoke again: "So, the storm is to be 'shared' globally?"
"Ah." Shen An nodded, staring at the four surveillance screens in the southeast, northwest and northeast of the office. "The Middle Ages is a very crude attempt to sow discord. If the organizations had a little bit of savvy, they wouldn't mess with my mentality and become hostile to us at this time."
Shen An lowered his eyes and said softly, "Of course, if someone dares to come, well, I'd be embarrassed."
This time, the researcher's deafness healed itself as if a miracle had happened to the human body. He suddenly interrupted, "Sir Shen An, I must emphasize that the follow-up effects of this storm will probably last for more than half a month, and the air-raid shelter can only withstand it for about five days at most."
"Also, do we need to provide drugs to other organizations?"
Shen Lanhe threw a document to the researcher, "What do you think my purpose is here?"
"Of course I will," the head of the medical department smiled, "Twenty times the original price."
The researcher who took the document's eyelids jumped, and he opened his eyes wide to read the notes on it carefully.
[Group purchase price: The more the organization purchases, the higher the price will be. There is no upper limit, and the minimum price is fifty times. ]
Researcher: ...What a great group purchase price.
"Then." Shen An glanced at the time and relaxed his shoulders. "According to your majesty's plan, how much more can we build?"
Shen Congjian fumbled with the architectural map, “It just so happens that except for the war zone, it is fully covered.”
Shen An paused, raised a soft smile, and said, “Then, contact the Wild Conservancy.”
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When Xu Yinmo got the document, there were only twenty-two minutes left for the storm to form a physical vortex.
He sneered, "It's on time, right?"
The Northern Theater Command had just cooperated with the fleet to send the remaining people on the ground into the air, and he had only been sitting on the chair for two seconds.
The fleet member who was handling the remote control behind the scenes paused and said, "Admiral Xu, in fact, this is an order sent by His Majesty."
The purple-haired man was silent for a while, then he sneered, put away the documents, and raised his chin, "Speak about this kind of thing earlier next time."
The fleet members gave awkward but polite smiles.
Xu Yinmo did not stop at all. He opened the cabin door and looked into the distance calmly against the strong wind.
There, the storm had begun to take on the appearance of a tornado, connecting the sky.
His long purple hair was spread out everywhere, and Xu Yinmo casually tied it into a ponytail.
His time as a mascot in the fleet was over.
The first wave of the storm that seems to be the most powerful is the easiest to endure, Xu Yinmo thought.
I just don’t know how that child will deal with the follow-up reactions left by the storm.
...It is impossible for the civilians’ attitude towards Wu Yanta to improve quickly at present. Even if he wants to do something, he will probably be distrusted.
The purple-haired admiral fixed his gaze on several military regions and self-defense zones, and watched them calmly for a while.
"Do we need to build up some momentum for our little emperor?" Xu Yinmo murmured thoughtfully.
"Xu Yinmo."
"Hmm?" Xu Yinmo tilted his head and glanced at the command cabin that suddenly flashed a red dot. The Wuyinta cadre who had been sitting in the command room and working hard all the time glanced at him and said, "The young emperor is communicating with you."
The man in military uniform raised an eyebrow and leaned lazily against the door, not caring about the strong wind behind him that seemed to blow him away, "Your Majesty?"
The communication that was connected instantly was silent for two seconds, and it seemed a little hoarse, and the voice was deliberately lowered: "...For the last time, Xu Yinmo, you are not allowed to call me like that in front of me."
"Oh, I learned this from Wu Yanta."
Xu Yinmo shrugged.
The Wuyanta cadre who was listening in the command room froze, coughed, and quickly passed the buck: "The boss's direct descendants are also called that."
The communication was silent for a while again, as if to put it aside and calmly change the subject, "Xu Yinmo."
Xu Yinmo hummed softly, "Hmm?"
"Don't think too much and take the opportunity to annex other war zones to build momentum for me. Civilians need the war zones more than I do."
Xu Yinmo: “…”
He coughed lightly, and his voice became lighter: "I didn't plan to."
The communication beeped and flickered a few times, and the cold voice of the boy was clearly heard by the admiral who was pretending to be calm: "You'd better not think about it."
"Then," the voice in the communication quickly rose and fell, the voice processed by the current had a faint sense of negotiation, "the storm is coming."
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