Above Destiny

Chapter 601 A Bitter Experience: The Armory
The taste of wolf is really good!
Ji Jue hummed softly, unable to resist smacking his lips.

Tell me, who was the great scoundrel who invented something as convenient as a wolf? Oh, White Deer, well, thank you so much, Brother Bang Er. I've always had you in my heart.

thanksgiving!

There's no way around it, it's just too good to use.

For a scoundrel like Ji Jue who can't stand the light of day, putting aside his ability to sense and unleash killing intent, his ability to disguise and infiltrate is already pure superhuman.

The wolf's transformation is not merely superficial; it is the complete transformation of its soul and body into that of another person.

If it weren't for the deep-seated, uncontrollable urge to cannibalize, it would be almost perfect.

Even the omnipresent Heavenly Laws throughout the base would be difficult to detect without close monitoring. And with the protection of the Undead Flame, the countless Heavenly Laws could hardly sense the other party's presence at this moment. So calmly moving through the gaps, flowing smoothly, without disturbing any laws or showing any abnormalities along the way.

It's an essential tool for petty theft and other illegal activities!
It's so useful that once you get used to it, you're reluctant to throw it away.

What a pity……

With a sigh, Ji Jue used a disintegration technique in one hand and a mechanical deus ex machina in the other to brutally crack the outer authentication and equipment locks of the bomber. He then extracted the spirit of creation from inside, intending to train it for later use. After that, he poured a fly king into it. After some catalysis, the brand-new Vengeance bomber ignited and started up, soaring straight into the sky!

In the deathly silent hangar, Ji Jue looked around at the remaining clues and haphazardly threw two pieces of material into the sacrificial ritual towards the Great Abomination, attracting a trace of filth that completely corrupted the etheric records.

Even if the celestial beings of the Taiyi lineage were to rewind time and piece together the records from the current scene, the only possible conclusion would be one that leads to a profound and mysterious state.

You're welcome, Master, it's what I should do!

And so, after another transformation, he replaced the sentry who had just helped him in and calmly departed.

They didn't even get on the plane!

So, here's the question... Does that bomber soaring through the sky really have a fusion bomb?
Just kidding, I don't have a bag, bro!

At this critical juncture, how could such a deadly thing as a fusion bomb be taken out so casually?

This is why Ji Jue deliberately destroyed the hangar records and data.

Although in principle, it is necessary.

But once people start talking about principles, the concept of principles often disappears.

Over the years, deterrence mechanisms have been a regular part of base exercises. But even if procedures are followed every time, fusion bombs can't be handled like cardboard boxes, simply moved from a warehouse with a forklift.

The necessary procedures still need to be followed.

Each step requires a signature, stamp, and permit; all are essential and require extensive verification before unlocking.

But the question is, Passarella, no, the entire Imperial garrison base—do they dare to gamble?
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any packages, but the problem is, if we follow the rules, the Revenge bombers can't even get going!

From the beginning until now, in just over ten minutes, the entire base has been on edge, constantly on edge, and in a state of high alert.

The phlogiston refinery was inexplicably bombed, the base was attacked for no apparent reason, the deterrence mechanism was activated for no apparent reason, and then, inexplicably, the Revenge took off right under their noses...

This is absolutely bizarre!

At this critical juncture, are you willing to bet that the Revenge is just a blank bomber? Even if you are willing to bet, are you willing to bet on the Federation's reaction? Do you think Fan Yun would believe that?
Once the Revenge enters the Federation's controlled airspace, that old turtle will not hesitate and will immediately press the war button.

Moreover, even if the situation really gets out of control and the Empire and the Federation fight to the death, they will still have a reason – you started it first!
What else could Passarella say?
The only option now is to ignore everything else and, before things escalate completely, take down the Revenge at all costs and put an end to the situation!

At the same time, locate the fusion bomb as quickly as possible!
"Get ready, Abdullah."

Over the radio, the oddly accented Federal language rang out again: "They've gone your way."

'Abdullah' received.

Abdullah did not speak.

Because 'Abdullah' is cursing.

Amidst the chaotic flow of people and the hustle and bustle of the base, under the emergency conditions of war, countless people were rushing back and forth, queuing for verification or relaying orders.

After changing into brand-new clothes and wearing his peaked cap, the innocent plumber walked through the crowd and headed towards the parking lot at the command center exit.

He walked straight to an SUV that had just started, opened the driver's side door, and saw a bewildered driver.

For a moment, the two looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were completely bewildered, looking at each other's identical caps, uniforms, and epaulets.

"what for!"

The driver frowned and instinctively snapped, "Get out of the way, there's an urgent matter here."

"Sorry, me too."

Tang Qian smiled憨厚ly, stepped onto the bus, squeezed in, and slammed the door shut before the driver could react.

With a snap, the mercury bead burst open, and a silvery mist sealed off both the inside and outside.

At the same time, a large, fan-like hand covered the driver's face, causing him to shudder.

It felt like being hit squarely on the forehead with a hammer, causing the brain to shake and sway.

It immediately crashed completely.

Fainting.

Immediately afterwards, the fleeting silver mist, carrying wisps of black flame, seeped into the car frame and disappeared without a trace.

The driver in the driver's seat has also been changed.

With practiced ease, Tang Qian pulled the unconscious driver out of the car and, leaning against the vehicle, shoved him into the trunk from a blind spot of the security camera.

He added another punch to make sure the opponent got a good night's sleep.

Back in the car, he adjusted the rearview mirror, looked in it again, and shrunk his frame, making him about 70% similar to the original driver.

So he started the car and drove toward the bunker's private parking lot.

After swiping the driver's ID card and using the vehicle's identification code, we finally entered the parking lot and saw the impatient staff member waiting at the exit.

Like an ant on a hot pan, pale-faced.

Sweaty.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, he opened the back door, jumped in, and angrily berated him: "Why did it take so long? Hurry up and get to the equipment department, quick!"
"If you delay any longer, you might as well quit and come to a military court with me."

Seeing that the driver was still slowly waiting in line for verification, the officer couldn't help but yell, "Forget about the damn certifications and checkpoints, just get on the emergency lane, the faster the better!"

He took out his ID card and emergency access card, and without hesitation inserted them into the car's infotainment system:

"Ignore those bastards. If anything happens, I'll take the blame!"

Without hesitation, the driver slammed on the gas pedal, the tires screeching against the ground as they sped off.

Very fast.

Even the irritable agent in the back seat was forced onto the seat, incredulous, having never driven so fast in the base before.

Along the way, with the special identification code and the highest level of temporary access, there was no obstruction at all. Even before the car arrived, the checkpoint ahead had already raised its barriers and doors.

But the direction... seems to have deviated slightly.

At the fork in the road, I suddenly turned left and took another road.

The commissioner paused for a moment, then flew into a rage: "What are you doing? Don't you even know the way? I said to the armory, are you deaf?!"

"I'm sorry, boss."

The driver finally turned around, and a familiar face appeared before him. He sighed regretfully, "This is a rideshare; someone else wants to share the ride."

"you--"

The commissioner's pupils contracted for a moment, then his expression changed drastically. Without thinking, he reached for his waist, but before he could even react, everything went black.

Tang Qian simply pressed a button next to him, and instantly, a mechanical arm extended from the backrest of the seat and stuck into the base of his neck, crackling with electricity.

Snapped!
Amidst a pungent aroma, the commissioner collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

The car had already fishtailed and come to a stop. The rear door opened, and another passenger calmly boarded the carriage. He lowered his eyes, glanced at the terrified face that was twitching constantly, and smiled slightly.

She reached out and pressed her hand against his neck.

A sharp claw shot out from the fingertip, pierced the vein, and began to suck blood rapidly.

Soon, just before the commissioner completely lost consciousness, he saw a face exactly like his own gradually emerge from that distorted and changing face, quickly becoming clear.

Then, the 'commissioner' looked up, grinned at Tang Qian, and asked, "Do I look more like a human or a wolf to you?"

"I think you're a heartless, depraved dog!"

Old Tang rolled his eyes and slammed on the brakes: "Damn it, after this job, I'm leaving!"
"Do whatever you want!" Seeing the mess that Ji Jue had made, he just wanted to go back a few days and slap himself twice—what was he thinking? Working for this thing was pure suicide; he wouldn't have enough lives to live!

This isn't just daring to mess with the empire, it's like dancing on the emperor's tomb!
Just thinking about what this bastard was going to do next terrified him so much that his anus tightened!

What might happen?
Now it's too late to jump ship.

He didn't even dare to think about a blood reward; he only hoped that when that bastard Ji Jue was reduced to ashes by the Empire, he wouldn't reveal his identity...

He gritted his teeth and drove forward at breakneck speed, finally coming to a stop in front of the equipment department.

There were already staff members, drenched in sweat, waiting at the spot.

“Let’s go, Abdullah.”

Ji Jue laughed: "It's time to inspect the Empire's military equipment."

He pushed open the door and stepped out; instantly, his smile vanished.

Gloomy and dark blue.

He shoved aside the approaching lieutenant colonel, not giving him a chance to speak, and walked straight into the equipment department. The lieutenant colonel, not daring to hesitate, quickly caught up and led the way, muttering to himself as he went: "Armerie management isn't easy either; everyone's struggling to make ends meet..."

"Save your words for the military court."

The 'commissioner' looked over expressionlessly and told him, word by word, "Such negligence is a disgrace to the empire!"

And so, under the driver's pitying gaze, the lieutenant colonel on duty that day froze on the spot, almost wailing, as if his whole body was about to shatter.

But when Ji Jue gestured, he still shakily took out his key card and opened the elevator for them to the underground secret armory.

Hesitantly, he wanted to catch up and explain a few more words.

Immediately afterward, the commissioner's cold gaze swept over, "What do you take the confidentiality regulations for?"

I watched helplessly as the elevator doors closed right in front of me.

Such as mourning an heir.

Inside the elevator, Old Tang's face also looked as if he had lost his parents.

Especially when I think about what I'm going to put into the sacrificial offering for the legacy...

It's even uncertain how long the fortress will last!
There's no way around it, the Inheritance Burning Sacrifice is just too useful. Just place it in front of the ancestors' graves, and the entire Empire's ethers will go crazy searching for it but won't find any clues.

Moreover, it perfectly avoids the problem of investigators discovering that this target is exactly the same as Lu Changsheng. As long as Lao Tang changes hands in the middle and finally sends it to the secret storage vault of the Doomsday Special Train, it will immediately jump out of the world and no longer be in the realm of good and evil.

No one who comes here can find it again!
"It's the last hurrah, Old Tang."

Ji Jue's voice came through the spiritual communication: "Watch my signals later."

click -

The elevator door opens.

In the enclosed space thousands of meters underground, there is only one corridor, and a guard at the end of the corridor.

At this moment, he had clearly learned what had happened through internal notification; his face was grim and his eyes were bloodshot.

If the fusion bomb really did go missing, the best outcome for him in his life would probably be to spend his life in the secret prison of the Seven Star Building until he dies.

Unfortunately, due to limitations in my own permissions, I was unable to open the warehouse to inspect it.

The dignified Tianyuan, who had been reborn, could only wait in agony.

Like sitting on pins and needles.

"Colonel—"

Seeing the commissioner arrive, he forced a smile and tried to speak, but the commissioner raised his hand.

"Rest assured, the Duke trusts you."

The commissioner solemnly said, "The Duke has seen everyone's contributions and hard work. Besides, the base is heavily guarded, impenetrable. How could we possibly lose such a fine fusion bomb so easily?"

This is just a routine check-up; don't put too much pressure on yourself.

The guard was stunned for a moment, tears welling up in his eyes. Since the incident, everyone had been blaming and doubting him. Faced with those words of judgment and gazes, he had nothing to say.

Hearing such an answer from the Grand Duke's commissioner today brought tears to my eyes.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot. I'll be reporting to the Duke when I get back. Let me tell you about the security of the confidential armory."

The commissioner smiled warmly, patted him on the shoulder, and earnestly told him, "Seize the opportunity and do your best."

"Yes!"

Without hesitation, the guard nodded, took out his own access card, and the two access cards were anchored together, like a tiger tally, and sent into the verification process.

After entering the password, one must infuse their own spiritual essence, and even verify the guardian's matrix and status information.

With a deafening roar, the door, several meters thick, swung open with a bang.

In the dark space, lights shone down, and a cold wind blew. Container-like cargo containers were parked in the underground space, stretching to the deepest part.

Beneath the layers of sealing, fluctuations of spiritual energy rose and fell, the aura of alchemical creations...

The commissioner seemed stunned, looking up at the scene before him, and exclaimed in amazement:

"It's really spectacular."

"All the confidential weaponry in the entire Imperial garrison base is stored here, maintained and regularly monitored by a dedicated independent department. There are six layers of protection, both inside and outside, in addition to the surveillance..."

The guard seized the opportunity to report to the Duke and began to speak at length about his work, dedication, perseverance, and sacrifices.

The specialist listened and nodded repeatedly, occasionally asking questions and testing the guards, who immediately did their best to answer them.

Even so, when asked about certain details and issues, she couldn't help but feel nervous and almost couldn't answer.

In areas involving strategic passes, specialists will also conduct special inspections to ensure there are no hidden dangers or accidents.

Such a strict approach actually made the guards gradually relax.

Soon, they arrived in front of another gate.

"Colonel, look, this is where the fusion bomb is stored. Since it was tested and inspected last month, no one has been able to get in. This is the access record."

The guards frantically pulled up the data, trying to prove their innocence.

But the colonel stopped smiling.

Look serious.

"Seeing is believing," the Duke said, adding that he wanted to confirm it with his own eyes.

Staring at him with such sharp eyes, the guard's heart jumped into his throat, and his fingers trembled slightly.

After taking out the verification key and inserting it into the keyhole, I received the identity card from the staff member.

With a crisp click, the sound faded away.

The gate slowly opened.

His breathing became rapid, he was drenched in sweat, and his eyes widened as he looked into the space behind the gate, completely unaware that the commissioner's driver had silently stood behind him.

Only when the scene behind the gate came into view did I finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Drenched in cold sweat.

exist!
Everything is still here!

The warheads of the four fusion bombs recorded—two conventional 400-kiloton-class warheads, one miniature 1-kiloton-class warhead, and one strategic megaton-class warhead—were all right in front of them!
The guard was already in tears as he looked at the commissioner.

Look carefully, sir! This pot really isn't mine!

The commissioner seemed to freeze in place for a long time before letting out a sigh of relief, smiling slightly, patting him on the shoulder, and then walking into the small warehouse to carefully check the serial numbers and storage conditions.

The more he looked, the more stiff his expression became, and his face gradually turned pale.

"Fake?!"

"Varied--"

The guard gasped in horror and instinctively moved forward to get a closer look.

But then I felt a sudden chill down my spine.

Snapped!
Darkness descends!

(End of this chapter)