Chapter 713 - People With No Ideals Dont Get Hurt (1/2)

Pangu Biology replied rather quickly for once. ”Gather all items and act according to the Salvation Army's plan.”

Long Yuehong—who had always been loyal to the company—couldn't help but grumble, ”That's equivalent to not saying anything.”

To be honest, he didn't expect the company to provide any substantial help. After all, they were worlds apart. Unless Pangu Biology grasped fantasy technology like spatial folding, curvature navigation, and wormhole travel, they could only watch helplessly.

Long Yuehong originally hoped that the company could at least provide some exploitable information on New World powerhouses or get the intelligence agents lurking in the Salvation Army to provide some help.

In the end, there was nothing!

After some thought, he found a reason for Pangu Biology. The company didn't have much information on New World powerhouses either. There was nothing that could allow the Old Task Force to resist the New World's returners. Furthermore, the Salvation Army carried out strict inspections. No intelligence personnel from the company could successfully infiltrate their borders. Even if they joined the Salvation Army, they were in the periphery of power. They were useless.

At this moment, Long Yuehong heard rustling. He turned his head and saw Shang Jianyao take out a neatly folded piece of paper.

”What's this?” Long Yuehong asked in confusion.

Shang Jianyao smiled back. ”Other preparations.”

Other preparations… Jiang Baimian had a bad feeling.

Shang Jianyao then unfolded the piece of paper, revealing the various patterns depicted on it—Blessings from all Kalendarium!

Bai Chen, Long Yuehong, and Jiang Baimian fell silent. They watched helplessly as Shang Jianyao placed the Blessings from all Kalendarium on the table. He bowed once, twice, and a final third bow.

”What kind of preparation is this?” the honest Genava asked.

”A prayer for blessings,” Shang Jianyao replied seriously. ”As the saying goes, sharpening a spear at the last minute beats doing nothing.”

So you do know that it's a last-minute effort! Jiang Baimian roared inwardly. However, she was still looking forward to it.

The Old Task Force had received the attention of many Kalendarium, and they might be chips of one or many of 'Them.' In theory, they would more or less be protected.

Of course, they couldn't rule out the possibility that the Kalendarium were spreading their net. In that case, the Old Task Force definitely wouldn't receive any additional help if they couldn't survive Doctor's onslaught and reach their expected 'destinations.'

After Shang Jianyao finished paying his respects to the Blessings from all Kalendarium and put away the piece of paper, Jiang Baimian signaled for Long Yuehong and the others to stuff the radio transceiver into the box and carry the crates containing the military exoskeletons and bionic artificial intelligence armor on their backs.

While doing so, she said with a frown, ”I'm only worried that Commissioner Huang's plan won't achieve its goal. Do you still remember the assassin? She's Doctor's subordinate and is good at hiding herself. She might be hiding somewhere nearby now to gather information for Doctor. When the time comes, it won't be a secret which team the one sleeping in Ubei and we will be in. Doctor doesn't need to gamble to easily lock onto the target.”

”We've previously told Commissioner Huang about the assassin's abilities and the corresponding price. He should be wary.” Bai Chen wasn't too worried about that. ”The Salvation Army should have a way and the ability to avoid such spies.”

The price the assassin paid was symmetry OCD.

”That's right, that's right.” Long Yuehong quickly echoed.

Jiang Baimian nodded slightly. ”That's true. We can remind Commissioner Huang later.”

The Old Task Force—who had long made preparations—quickly packed their items and carried them on their backs. They planned on going downstairs later and heading straight to the jeep to stuff everything in. They would then follow Commissioner Huang's arrangements and mix in with the troops before leaving Ubei by following the Yuelin River.

Before long, they heard loud and noisy rotary sounds.

Jiang Baimian looked up and saw seven to eight dark-colored armed helicopters approaching from the distance.

They landed in the Ashlands Hotel's empty parking lot one after another.

”I see…” Jiang Baimian's heart palpitated as she roughly understood Commissioner Huang's strategy.

These helicopters had their labels smeared, and their appearances were almost the same. After the teams boarded the helicopters, they would lift off and circle back and forth. The 'assassin' on the ground wouldn't be able to tell which helicopters the Old Task Force and the one sleeping in Ubei were in.

She couldn't follow behind the helicopter like she was tailing a car; there was a speed restriction and a height problem. Furthermore, the helicopter had limited space. After it was filled with people and equipment, there was no way to squeeze in another 'invisible person.' This eliminated the possibility of the other party sneaking into the right team.

Yes, an assassin can hold onto a helicopter's landing skids and be airborne as well. However, Commissioner Huang will likely take precautions against this… Jiang Baimian heaved a sigh of relief and said to her team members, ”Alright, let's go down. It seems like we have to bid our jeep farewell for the time being.”

It was obvious that the Old Task Force would evacuate in one of the helicopters. When they reached safety, their jeep would be driven over by the Salvation Army to rendezvous with them.

”Yes, Team Leader!” Shang Jianyao and the others replied in unison. They then followed Jiang Baimian, carried their tactical backpacks and different crates, left the room, and went down the stairs to the bottom.

At this moment, many cars had already appeared in the Ashlands Hotel's parking lot. Hundreds of Salvation Army warriors in black uniforms stood in an orderly manner near the hotel's back door.

In addition to them, there were about a number of civil servants in neat blue uniforms.

Jiang Baimian looked over and saw two familiar faces. The first was Director Hong Guangming from Ubei's Entry Office, and the second was the hotel manager, Shen Kang.

These people weren't standing in an orderly manner. Their expressions were varied and indescribable.

Shen Kang knew Hong Guangming. He suppressed his voice and asked, ”Director Hong, why did Commissioner Huang suddenly get us to gather here?”