Above Destiny

Chapter 609 There are still more good people in the world

The falling leaves brought news: Sheikhi had fled.

Despite the combined efforts of the Empire and the Federation, the encirclement and suppression by Tianyuan and Bailu, and even the pursuit by hunters from Longshe and Feiguang, it escaped!

They ran with skill, with style, and with legendary flair.

He's practically a legendary fighter, a master of escape.

Even if he was beaten like a dog, even if he was on the verge of death, even if his wife and children were separated from him and his brothers turned against him, he still ran away, carrying Ji Jue's expectations and hopes!
It can only be said that its value is beyond doubt.

While everyone else was furious, they also accepted reality as a matter of course.

It's outrageous, but considering what Sheikh Ri actually did, it seems somewhat normal. Putting yourself in his shoes, how could you possibly steal a fusion bomb without even making a plan to escape?

When it comes to simply running away, everyone would call you the best!
Unfortunately, the remaining wolves weren't so lucky.
Right after Sheikhi escaped, the seven wolves that had been exposed that night were all wiped out. Incidentally, while the Dragon Tongue and Flying Light factions were still locked in their struggle, they also managed to capture several more wolves.

In terms of headcount, the An brothers, who are fighting side by side and can shake their father's hand at any time, are temporarily ahead by one, but the gap is still very small.

So, before dawn, the two brothers took their niece to try again!
These days, there are few wolves and little meat. The old wolves are more cunning than turtles, rarely showing themselves. When an opportunity finally arises, before the others receive the news, we'll take whatever we can get, and if we can't finish it, we'll pack it up and take it with us.

As for the empire, in its impotent rage, it raged several more times.

Unlike others who can only feel resentful when they are angry, when the empire is angry, it creates many more great humiliations...

From last night until now, fighter jets and airships have been taking off and landing like clouds throughout the military base, and convoys have been coming and going like a torrent.

Deep into the Central Plains, breaking through the storm, they launched a saturation bombardment of all suspected White Bang Restoration Front mountain areas, and carried out a comprehensive strike against all Restoration Front organizations they tracked down.

Not only in Tacheng, but also in the six military bases and security forces stationed in areas such as the shale oil field in the entire Central Plains, they all acted like mad dogs, launching a desperate crackdown on these cowardly individuals.

If you catch someone alive, torture them severely. If you catch someone dead, use a magic spell or a heart-suspension technique while they're still alive, and let the corpse and soul speak for themselves!
Arrest, arrest, arrest! Burn, burn, burn! Kill, kill, kill! Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb!

Like crazy.

scare someone to death.

But when asked what happened, he wouldn't say, which was even more frightening.

After being purged several times in 24 hours, all the survivors in the entire city of Tacheng trembled, silent and trembling, afraid to speak.

The living live in constant fear and unease, while the dead don't even know how they died.

Don't ask, the answer is collusion with terrorist organizations!
But who the hell doesn't collude with terrorist organizations, dude? Weren't you Federation and Empire the first to lead the collusion and support of terrorist organizations?
You can't act like that! Everyone's doing things for you!
Unfortunately, in this crisis, the Empire has completely lost its humanity, and even the Federation has gotten involved...

So much so that, by a twist of fate, amidst the brutal suppression by both sides, their original promise was indeed fulfilled in a bizarre way—bringing temporary order and stability to the Central Plains.

How could it be unstable?

There are two guys on the street called the Empire and the Federation, who are like madmen, killing anyone they see, whether it's illegal arms trade, clandestine organ smuggling, or the sale of banned drugs, or even various warlords or terrorist organizations... At this time, daring to show off your presence is just courting death!

The hyenas that had gained power trembled in fear, while those that couldn't stand the light of day didn't dare to show their faces at all.

Even the looting and murders that were commonplace in the post-disaster slums were reduced to ashes under the iron fist of the Empire and the Federation!

As a result, even the most insignificant ants were able to enjoy a couple of good days for a while...

For them, this was already a rare good day.

A vibrant, lifeless atmosphere is beyond my wildest dreams; this peaceful, deathly stillness is already a paradise only found in dreams.

In just two days, the aftermath of the cleanup finally subsided.

When they came to their senses, everyone looked back blankly, having no idea what had happened.

This includes the corpse mountain and Shanji, who were inexplicably blasted out of the mud, along with all other affected industries and organizations.

I was walking along the street when suddenly I got slapped hard across the face.

I was beaten up for no reason and had no idea why!
All he knew was that he had been implicated by that bastard Sheikhi, and had been labeled an accomplice by the Federation and the Empire, becoming a key target for their attack. He could only hide and was too afraid to show his face.

As a result, messages from various channels were continuously sent to the White Bang National Restoration Front and many different contact points. The language, themes, and tone varied, but the core message was the same: only two sentences.

Sheikh Rijkaard, I'm super Rijkaard!
—What the hell did you do?!
Sheikhi did not reply, and did not even know where he was or whether he was alive or dead.

Only the attacks from the Empire and the Federation intensified, gradually turning into madness.

The White Alliance, which was originally based in the mountains and was gradually growing stronger, has now fallen into a terrible predicament. It was bombed nine times in three days and is now hiding in the mountains, no longer daring to show its face. It is even on the verge of splitting up internally.

Just at this critical juncture, the empire's messenger finally arrived.

He specifically requested an audience with the leader of the White Bang Restoration Front, the last descendant of the former king.

As a result, ten minutes after entering the conference room, he was tied up, skinned alive, and bled to death.

Even the corpses and their skins were hung on the walls!
Swaying in the wind through the empire's telescope.

In this way, the attitude of the Restoration Front was expressed bluntly, cutting off the last possibility of peace talks.

As a result, the internal contradictions within the already fractured National Restoration Front intensified once again.

If it weren't for the strong suppression by several respected senior ministers who had once assisted the old ruler, there would probably have been a direct bloodbath, with people in a state of panic and unable to find peace.

These days, there are far too few patriots truly dedicated to restoring their country, unwavering even at the cost of their lives. More often, they are either coerced into joining the movement or opportunists who, from the outset, harbor ulterior motives and harbor thoughts of suicide. To expect any cohesion from such a terrorist organization is truly absurd; are they all destined for nirvana?

At this critical moment, the core veterans of the restoration front, disregarding the consequences, broke into the young king's residence and risked their lives to offer their advice.

Abdullah bombarded him with questions: "Young Lord, have you forgotten the aspirations of your ancestors?"

Even in his rage, the young lord answered solemnly:
"I will never forget it for a moment!"

"Then tell me, what kind of bewitching potion did Sheikh give you?!"
Abdullah glared, almost questioning, "The most urgent task is our plan to restore our kingdom. Before we bring back the remains of our late king, no matter how bizarre the Empire's demands are, we can just deal with them. At worst, we can hand over Sheikh. Why offend the Empire for no reason?"

"The Empire says we have a fusion bomb."

The young leader only said one sentence, and in the sudden silence, even Abdullah, who had always been a dove, was so angry that he laughed and couldn't speak.

What else can be said?
Damn it, you're doing it again?!
Who believes it!
You used this excuse decades ago, and decades have passed, yet you still refuse to change it!
Back then, the old leader of the tribe, the White King who died tragically, endured half his life by lying low and hiding his henchmen under the oppressive power of both sides. Wasn't he ultimately driven to his doom by you all?!

Now, everyone was speechless.

If you want to add a crime, why don't you have any trouble?
Even Abdullah, who had previously been extremely averse to and disgusted by Sheikh, changed his previous cold and hard attitude and sent someone to deliver medicine for his injuries.

"Sheikhi, focus on recovering. Everyone misunderstood you before."

As a result, even Sheikhi himself was stunned.

"Huh? Is that so..."

Regardless of whether it is true or not, the White Bang Restoration Front has no room for further backing down or concessions.

if not?
Where can we steal a fusion bomb and give it to the Empire?

Believe it or not, if you actually give them to them, it will only confirm the accusation that you possess weapons of mass destruction.
Sheikhi went to steal your fusion bomb? That's pure nonsense!

Within the Restoration Front, no one believed it could be true.

Just like the Federation and the Empire, no one doubted that it was fake.

In a sense, this is what we call reputation!

The theft of the fusion bomb was merely a fuse; the real ignition point was the irreconcilable hatred and conflict between the White Bond Restoration Front and the puppet government installed by the Imperial Federation. Moreover, even without the fusion bomb, the fact remains that Sheikhi had contacted so many freaks and monsters, seemingly planning a team-building event in Tower City.

With the White Bond Restoration Front's tough stance and accusations, the public execution of a group of Imperial and Federation prisoners, and the issuance of a declaration... a life-or-death war on terror between the two sides is now inevitable.

Unless the Restoration Front is completely eradicated from the White State, and unless Sheikhi's body is left to rot in the wilderness and the fusion bomb is reclaimed, the Empire's lost face and authority can never be made up for.

The security and stability of the Empire and the Federation cannot be guaranteed.

Under the shadow of the imminent war on terror, the massive Operation Wolf Hunt had already begun!

With bounties offered by the Federation, the Empire, and the Wildlands, almost every Chosen One has joined the Wolf Hunt.

Despite the apparent lifelessness of Tacheng, things are actually bustling with activity on the inside.

While many commercial streets in the city are deserted, many related industries are making a fortune.

Without warning or preparation, just when everyone was caught off guard, an unexpected boom suddenly appeared on our faces!
Even Ji Jue, who was the biggest beneficiary, was completely caught off guard!

Right there at the Security Bureau's headquarters, Ji Jue had just finished cooperating with the questioning.

Not only him, but almost everyone who is still alive and has a reputation has been forcibly interviewed to ensure their innocence and lack of suspicion.

When they found out about Ji Jue, it was just a routine matter.

After all, someone as pure and innocent as Ji Jue is incredibly rare in the Central Plains, like a black and white bear. If you really want to ask, you'll only ask what he did with that shot last night.

Given An Jia's connections, it's entirely plausible that Ji Jue would step in to cover for him.

Besides, he had a bounty on his head and was openly researching wolves!
At this critical juncture, no one would be so foolish as to make things difficult for him, especially with Plant Bro protecting him.

Unlike others who trembled and shivered, Ji Jue finished his tea and chatted, and then went to the cafeteria for a bowl of pork chop rice, feeling as if he were home.

Then, before he had even finished his meal, a specialist from the Federal Military Department had already sat down opposite him.

He handed over a purchase contract and a pen.

Ji Jue picked it up, but after flipping through only two pages and seeing that number, his vision went black.

Gasped.

numb.

"—Wait, how much?!"

The second phase of procurement involves 4,100 self-propelled riot control cats, all expedited, with delivery required within one month.

The order also includes a large number of armored vehicles and powered exoskeletons, enough to keep Haichao Military Industry, which has just completed its expansion, busy with its production line spinning out of control.

Everything in the above is just an add-on.

The real core requirement was that two of the product services in the product catalog that Ji Jue had casually submitted earlier were just empty promises...

Coast Technology plans to gradually roll out a new type of security drone identification system and an anti-drone system in the future!
The former enables drones to immediately mark and warn of dangerous individuals suspected of carrying weapons within dense crowds as soon as they take off.

The latter, once deployed, immediately identifies and locks onto any suspected drone unit, and, after obtaining authorization, performs radio frequency interference.

All of them are police-grade security equipment.

Following Ji Jue's plan to outmaneuver and overtake competitors, he intended to lay low for a while longer before vying for market share with rivals. However, before he even launched the product, it was already being promoted as a flagship product by Haichao Military Works under Lü Yingyue's instructions and pushed to the military headquarters. The process was then completed swiftly, and the product was forcibly designated for procurement.

He didn't even care that Ji Jue had filled in the prices on the price list with his feet; he just blindly pressed zero.

Stop arguing, take the money and hand over the goods!
Immediately! Now! Right now!

There was no way around it; even though Ji Jue filled out the quote with his feet while drooling, the entire plan was still much, much, much cheaper than the plans offered by other companies.

It's less than half.

Moreover, there is almost no hardware modification involved; at most, it involves adding a module and a verification box. These two systems can be seamlessly integrated into the current main combat configuration of the Federal Army.

There's no need to overcapacity.

Pure software, at most a few drivers added depending on the device.

All you need to do is deploy a few large local servers to provide enough computing power, and the rest will be handled by the Fly King's cats, which will be online 24/7!

One cat spirit is responsible for identification, another for confirmation, and the third can also fill in any gaps while taking turns resting.

Compared to a 99% accuracy rate and terrifying efficiency, what is the amount of electricity and spiritual crystals consumed in a month?
Just by looking at the word "war," you know that it represents overflowing hoarding and extravagant consumption. No one will complain about hoarding too much or spending too little.

At this critical juncture, no one can predict what will happen next, so the military bases in Middle-earth have entered a state of panic, starting to arm themselves regardless of cost.

The fusion bomb hangs like a sword of Damocles overhead, and it probably won't stop until the iron fist completely crushes Sheikhi.

Driven by enormous demand and favorable market conditions, Haichao Military Industry, which was previously invisible after being put on the table, has entered a stage of frenzied development.

Holding the pen in his hand, Ji Jue sighed deeply. "Old Lou, you've worked so hard. Let's keep working overtime and staying up late for a while longer. For our better future, let's endure this hardship a little longer!"

Without a second thought, they signed and stamped their names.

This is not over yet!

Immediately afterward, the military commissioner left, and the procurement officer from the Central Plains garrison base sat down opposite Ji Jue, handing over the procurement contract and a pen for signing.

Sign it, Mr. Ji. This is the fate of craftsmen.

The purchaser is the military base in the Central Plains, the contractor is the craftsman Ji Jue, and the product they need is specially made alchemical bullets to supply the armored knights.

The initial phase will involve purchasing 50,000 rounds as a trial.

"Fifty thousand?" Ji Jue was stunned.

"I know the demand is quite large, but there's demand from various departments everywhere. The military's pricing is very strict, so there's really nothing we can do."

The major representing the Armaments Department forced a smile: "What the general means is, please go ahead and work hard. Our base will not treat its own people unfairly."

"No, what I mean is... isn't 50,000 rounds too few?"

Ji Jue paused for a moment, then shrugged. "It's a bit disrespectful."

For a moment, the entire cafeteria was deathly silent.

All the chosen ones stared in disbelief, turning around to see which Celestial Venerable was so reckless as to come here and show off.
Fifty thousand rounds? Too few?

Do you think these are copper-tipped bullets sold by weight?
At the next table, Tong Shan calmly picked up his bowl and continued eating.

Indifferent.

Basic procedure, everyone sit down, we've only just begun.
Even the purchasing specialists fell silent.

Staring wide-eyed, trying to decipher Ji Jue's expression and determine if he was joking, she was filled with suspicion. After a long while, she finally asked, "You mean..."

Ji Jue slowly finished eating the pork chop, picked up his bowl, took a sip of soup, put it down, and repeated:
"Fifty thousand rounds, that's not much."

The dog is barking!

The dog is still barking!

You can't understand good and bad talk, can you?!
The major in the Armaments Department was so angry he laughed. "We've already given you a way out, why can't you take it? You're just putting on an act, aren't you?!"
Having been a seasoned official for many years and seen many ups and downs, even though he was seething with anger inside, his face remained calm and composed, full of warmth. He even lowered his voice and gently reminded him, "Mr. Ji, although military procurement is very profitable, the acceptance standards are also quite high."

Now that I've said all that, you should understand, right?
Do you know what a pledge of military discipline is, brother?
That's almost it.

"Ah."

After wiping his mouth, Ji Jue reached out and pointed to the other person's belt, where a symbolic pistol was attached. He beckoned with his finger, indicating that he should bring it over.

The major was silent for a moment, then pulled out his pistol and pushed it over.

I'd like to see how you manage to pull off this act today!

If we can't finish, then we'll have to see who the clown is!
In front of him, Ji Jue, like a seasoned soldier, skillfully inspected the firearm, pulled out the magazine, and ejected the bullets one by one into his palm.

The golden bullets were piled up into a small mountain.

And so, in front of everyone, he clenched his five fingers and poured it out.

Instantly, bullets slipped through his fingers and landed on the table with a series of crisp cracking sounds. The sound was so clear that the eyelids of everyone who was either peeping or openly watching started to twitch wildly.

On the table, the bullets gleamed with a dazzling silver light.

It looks like it was cast from pure silver.

An extremely restrained spiritual aura emerged from it, so stable, with layers of fine spiritual circuits intersecting each other, as complex as a constellation of stars.

In a mere flick of the wrist, fifteen standard alchemical bullets, imbued with armor-piercing and penetrating effects—a production that would normally require an apprentice to grind all night for a whole week—appeared before everyone.

Then came a long, deathly silence.

It will be a very long time.

In the instant they came to their senses, heavy footsteps sounded, and some quick-reacting individuals sprinted out, rushing towards the office of the head of the Central Earth Operations Department.

The commissioner, however, was on tenterhooks.

"This this……"

The major was sweating profusely, partly shocked and partly bewildered, because he was not one of the chosen ones and couldn't understand the technical aspects involved at all: "Forgive my poor eyesight, I really can't tell the difference."

"This is simple."

Ji Jue looked at Tong Shan at the next table: "Brother Shan?"

"Ah."

Tong Shan finished eating, put down his chopsticks, and in the blink of an eye, sixteen layers of deliberately manifested telekinetic barriers appeared in front of them.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Jue had finished loading and pulled the trigger directly at Tong Shan.

Amidst the roar, shocking cracks appeared before everyone's eyes. Trajectory marks and streaks of silver light emerged from the torn air barriers.

Forced, they were locked in mid-air.

They were like silver roses blooming in mid-air.

Three bullets, one after the other, had even broken through fourteen layers of barriers and hovered in front of Tong Shan, who didn't even blink.

"If it's just one layer, let me see. It's roughly equivalent to a regular bulletproof plate. The strength that can be increased by pistol bullets is limited. However, the heavy bullets that power armor is compatible with should be able to break through the standard 10-centimeter armor plate."

Ji Jue tossed the pistol, which still had three bullets left, back: "My reputation as a craftsman is not bad, so there's no need to risk my life to cheat on such a small matter."

You can take it back for inspection; the quality and quantity are guaranteed.

Fifty thousand isn't many; it'll only take me one night.

Actually, this is a lie.

Because it doesn't even take a whole night.

He doesn't need to do it himself at all!
Even now, the production line made up of countless cats in Punabantu is still running smoothly, and the warehouse is piled high with alchemical bullets that can be used with power armor!

"Gudong..."

Amidst the dry, swallowing sounds, the silent major slowly rose to his feet: "Excuse me, I... I'm going to make a phone call."

"please."

Ji Jue picked up his rice bowl again, but before he could finish eating, Tong Shan's phone rang.

He listened to the voice on the other end and nodded, "Understood, yes, please rest assured, leave it to me."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Ji Jue, who was smiling.

"Brother Shan, wouldn't you say our relationship is a nepotism, an insider deal?" Ji Jue asked with a smile. "Should I offer you a referral fee?"

Tong Shan bluntly stated, "The Central Earth Operations Division is also short of supplies, so we'll offer a cheaper price. We don't need a large quantity of bullets here, but the specifications are quite high."

"Okay, 10% off the market price."

Ji Jue nodded without hesitation, "Give me a little bit of the earnings, you can't say I'm not a good friend, right?"
Bartering is acceptable and negotiable. Besides that, if you refer a friend, I can offer a friend's price for the maintenance of the Blessed Creator. If the Action Department has any orders, I can expedite them for you. How about that?

"Row."

Tong Shan nodded, unconcerned about the strange looks he received from others.

Right there in the bustling cafeteria, in broad daylight, an insider deal was completed without any concealment, and the operations department even had to say thank you.

Regardless of whether it's insider trading or whether Tong Shan embezzled money, even if someone foolishly reports it to the person in charge, they'll only get slapped across the face and turned into a spinning top.

Are craftsmen so great?

Excuse me, but that's just how amazing craftsmen are!
Especially at this critical juncture, craftsmen who can maximize production capacity and meet all procurement needs are incredibly awesome and can do whatever they want!
After finalizing an order, the major hadn't returned yet, but Ji Jue's phone was already ringing. The first call was from Lieutenant General Fan Yun at the federal garrison base.

In short, I want as much as you can get.

Then, there was Shaban from Huangji, who said two sentences: "Take as much as you have left, brother, you've worked hard, I'll double the price!"
Therefore, Ji Jue knew that it was time to clear out the inventory.

After hanging up the phone, he looked up and gazed around the quiet cafeteria, and couldn't help but sigh with heartfelt emotion.

"Who says the people of the Middle Kingdom are unpredictable?"

There are still more good people than bad in this world!

(End of this chapter)