Because “Pangu Biology” hadn't issued further orders, the "Old Task Force" could only choose to rest and recuperate, taking it as a break from their busy schedule.
They either read books, studied modules, or used Old World entertainment materials to pass the time, until the night was deep and the outside world became quiet.
After the members of the "Old Task Force" returned to their respective rooms, the living room was completely empty and dark.
The faint light from the window allowed the objects in the room to be vaguely seen, highlighting groups of unclear outlines.
As the moon slowly moved, inside the empty living room, the portable tape recorder on the table suddenly produced a zzz sound.
It was as if someone had set it to wake up at this moment.
In an instant, the device began to play a stored segment:
"So, we must remember..."
As the slightly magnetic male voice gently echoed, the zzz sound in the background became noticeably louder.
It was like noise, drowning out the words and making the corresponding content exceptionally blurry.
"Shhh...
"Shhh...
"Shhh..."
Within the zzz sound, the child's voice gradually grew louder.
After a brief moment, everything returned to silence, and the portable tape recorder remained in its original position, indistinguishable from before.
Early the next morning.
"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Baimian asked, looking at Shang Jianyao, who was staring blankly at his food, puzzled.
Isn't eating the most important thing in the world?
Shang Jianyao said with a look of emotion:
"I dreamt about Xiao Chong.
Without waiting for Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and the others to respond, he continued to say to himself:
"This means we have to go find him today and play games with him."
"Oh, your focus is on the last half of that sentence, right?" Jiang Baimian retorted, feeling amused and exasperated.
She considered it for a moment and made a decision:
"Anyway, there's nothing else to do, so let's go."
This was the "Old Task Force's" trump card in First City. If they had the opportunity to build a relationship, they certainly couldn't let it go.
Moreover, Xiao Chong always appeared to be a child, and he had no relatives left, only some "followers," making him seem lonely and uncared for.
. . . . . . .
Red Wolf Zone, 19 Rosta Street, "Hands of Order" headquarters.
Dukas, a major in the City Defense Force, who received a phone call, drove through the gate.
He didn't know why he had been summoned, but since his superior had given the order, he could only obey.
As he walked, Dukas looked around at the "Hands of Order" members, shaking his head from time to time.
"This one's too skinny."
"That one has a decent physique, but lacks sufficient muscle."
"That muscle is obviously dead muscle; the training method isn't proper and only focuses on appearance..."
Muttering silently, Dukas bypassed the "Hands of Order" building and arrived at the back garden.
He had just passed through the glass-covered corridor and arrived at a corner blooming with flowers when the scene before him suddenly changed.
He was no longer in the garden but had arrived at a place with many rooms.
It was luxuriously decorated in an extravagant style, clearly not a low-end establishment.
"The highest arena's VIP box?" Dukas looked around and made a judgment in his mind.
As he looked around, he also saw figures.
These figures were well-dressed, accompanied by servants, and all were well-known nobles from First City.
Some were sitting, some were standing, some were communicating with each other, and some were looking down below, and were no different from real people.
At this moment, even with Dukas's mental fortitude, he couldn't help but suspect that the "Hands of Order" building, courtyard, and garden he had seen earlier were the illusion.
As the figures came and went, Dukas turned his gaze to the three men and women in the room beside him.
Two of them were nobles, and the remaining Ashen man was both a servant and a bodyguard.
At first glance, Dukas suddenly felt that the two nobles looked somewhat familiar:
The male noble had brownish hair, deep-set eyes, three-dimensional features, and a masculine temperament and was considered good-looking. The female noble was an Axsen, with blue eyes, slightly curly hair, and somewhat rough skin.
Just as Dukas was recalling where he had seen these two nobles, they began to communicate with each other.
"Dukas hasn't come yet." The male noble was the first to speak.
The female noble nodded:
"Kashir hasn't come either. They are officers of the City Defense Force, not Focus's personal bodyguards, so they can't always be around."
"What, do you want to use your current appearance to arm wrestle him?"
Hearing this, Dukas's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he remembered something.
The next second, the male noble looked at the arena below and said seriously:
"No, I want him to arm wrestle you in your current form.
"If he doesn't recognize you, he'll think he's lost to a woman twice in a row, which will definitely deal a huge blow to him, and he'll never believe in muscle or look down on women with less exaggerated muscles again."
"..." The blood vessels in Dukas's forehead began to throb uncontrollably.
His face almost flushed red, and he had the feeling that he was about to die socially.
Suddenly, a slightly old male voice rang in his ears:
"You should know them.
"Tell me their original identities."
. . . . . . .
The "Old Task Force," carrying some ingredients, knocked on the door of Xiao Chong's rented apartment again.
"You guys are here," Xiao Chong said happily, but he didn't move his butt and continued to face the computer.
His attitude seemed even more amiable than before, as if he regarded the "Old Task Force" as his own people.
"What are you playing?" Shang Jianyao asked, craning his neck as he entered the room.
"The last one," Xiao Chong shouted. "Didn't you say you were going to bring your own computer this time and play online with me?"
"Can't wait," Shang Jianyao said with a smile as he took off his tactical backpack.
Xiao Chong thought for a moment and said:
"Then let me finish playing this first."
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian beckoned to Long Yuehong and Bai Chen, asking them to assist her in preparing lunch.
Genaverre, having nothing to do, went to Xiao Chong's computer and began to observe.
After a few minutes, he gave his opinion:
"This game's AI has problems. Several choices aren't the best, there might be defects in the algorithm...
"You're doing it wrong; that'll cause problems..."
Long Yuehong, standing at the edge of the kitchen, felt a thud in his heart when he heard this:
Old Ge, you're wrong! Aren't you mocking Xiao Chong for being bad at the game but enjoying it so much that even an artificial idiot can play with him on equal terms?
Be careful he gets angry!
After listening to Genaverre's words, Xiao Chong, heedless of responding, pondered and changed the layout.
After a moment, he cheered:
"I finally won!"
He quickly turned his head and looked at Genaverre:
"You're amazing! Teach me more later."
"You're using cheats!" Shang Jianyao protested. "How can you use a real artificial intelligence to assist in playing games?"
Amid the laughter and jokes, it was noon, and Shang Jianyao and Xiao Chong reluctantly left the computer and sat down at the dining table.
"Where's Sleeping Cat?" Shang Jianyao asked, looking around.
Xiao Chong picked up his chopsticks and answered casually:
"Went to the north bank of the Red River to find my horse and take a walk."
Speaking of this, he finally seemed to remember something:
"Oh, yeah, if you recorded Wu Meng's voice, you have to be careful."
"Why?" Long Yuehong immediately became vigilant.
Xiao Chong swallowed and said:
"If you use electronic devices to store the power he left behind, he can sense where it is and even control it to some extent, regardless of distance."
This… Jiang Baimian turned her gaze to Shang Jianyao.
Shang Jianyao picked up his tactical backpack and took out the portable tape recorder.
"We have it stored in here, is that a problem?" Long Yuehong asked before Shang Jianyao could speak.
"Yes," Xiao Chong answered honestly.
While Long Yuehong was stunned and Bai Chen and Jiang Baimian looked serious, Xiao Chong continued to say to himself:
"It did start up quietly last night, but I stopped it."
Uh, does Xiao Chong mean he can do it too? Jiang Baimian nodded very slightly.
Shang Jianyao, on the other hand, opened his eyes wide, full of admiration:
"You're amazing!"
Xiao Chong waved his chopsticks and smiled shyly:
"He, he's just a Boss with low health."
What a description… Jiang Baimian then asked:
"So, if it's recorded in this machine, even if Wu Meng notices, he can't use it against us?"
"You can't record too many, or I won't be able to stop it, unless..." Xiao Chong didn't finish his sentence, as he had already reached out with his chopsticks to grab the Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs he had suggested last time.
"What's the maximum number of recordings?" Jiang Baimian was unusually rational and didn't press for details but cared about the specific number.
"Three, no more than three," Xiao Chong said vaguely as he chewed.
"If you use your 'shush' sound too many times, will it weaken the blocking effect?" Jiang Baimian was extremely cautious about this matter.
Because Wu Meng had already demonstrated his elusiveness.
"It's all the same before it doesn't work..." Xiao Chong answered very succinctly, focusing on eating the meat.
Does that mean Wu Meng's remote control is too? Jiang Baimian also focused her attention on the dishes in front of her.
. . . . . . .
Olive Green Zone, inside a temporarily uninhabited room.
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao sat at the table, looking at a computer that had started a certain program.
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen were monitoring the high points in the surrounding area to prevent accidents, while Genaverre was acting as a signal base station between two locations that were not far apart.
This was the "Old Task Force's" way of meeting with Boss Ugo's friend:
Use a "network" that can be controlled by themselves for video communication!
This way, even if an accident occurred, the "Old Task Force" would only lose a computer at most.
The other room belonged to a hotel, and a figure, holding the room card that the "Old Task Force" had sent to Ugo, opened the door and entered.
Then, he saw the computer on the table and the piece of paper pressed under the computer.
The paper stated which network to connect to and how to start the program.
"Very professional..." the person commented with a nod.
Before long, Shang Jianyao saw the video window expand, showing a figure.
Jiang Baimian's pupils suddenly widened slightly.
They both recognized that figure!