Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 442 Chasing Shadows and the Sun
"Huh? That's it? I haven't even activated my super transformation form yet." Zheng turned his head to look at the soldiers who were running away, and regretfully honked the horn a few more times.

"Ooooooo!"

"Never mind, I'll make it for Toast later when I have the chance," Zheng Fan muttered.

There was a gentle knock on the car window, and Radish was standing outside.

After Zheng Fan unlocked and opened the car door, Luo Bo curled up and sat in the back seat. Seeing Luo Bo's aggrieved look, Zheng Fan felt a little embarrassed: "Sorry, we should have made the space a bit bigger."

I subconsciously sized it to the standard size, but the radish is a bit oversized.

“Beep…”

"Okay, let's go pick up Rabi. She should be looking for her suitcase." With that, Zheng turned the steering wheel and drove into the city. The people and puppets of the Mechanical Heart, of course, didn't try to stop this oddly shaped van along the way.

Rather, we should show respect.

……

After the morale of the army in Dulason collapsed and the battle was nearing its end, the rabbi left the battlefield and returned to the city.

Following the location, I found my suitcase, which was placed in the police station. Fortunately, it had not been opened.

Normally, no one can open it, but if you try to force it open, you will be attacked by the traps she has set on the suitcase.

The mechanisms are diverse and can be selected randomly; they could be ordinary flying arrows, lasers, poison gas, or something else entirely. There's bound to be one that suits you.

As for why they did all this, it was just a hobby for the rabbis.

Just then, the rabbi suddenly heard noises coming from inside the empty police station. Given the escalating fighting outside, any remaining members of the Shinmu City army should have been deployed to the front lines.

Is he a deserter?
Curious, she walked over, kicked open a door, and with a flick of her black umbrella, destroyed the only large wooden table in the room.

"Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The wailing figure crawled out in a sorry state.

The rabbi looked at it and was somewhat amused.

Isn't this the same sergeant who led the team, ostensibly to search but actually to rob Mrs. Ereshkigal's house?

Upon seeing that it was Rabbi, the sergeant was somewhat surprised and hesitant, saying, "Miss... there might be a misunderstanding between us."

The rabbi didn't speak, but simply approached him expressionlessly.

The sergeant's gaze flickered to the black umbrella in Rabi's hand. She was just a short, frail woman; the weapon that had just blew up the table was likely this one…

When the rabbi got close enough, he suddenly roared and charged at the rabbi.

boom!
As soon as he stood up, the rabbi's suitcase hit him in the face.

His entire face caved in, blood splattering everywhere. Then came an even louder scream than before.

"Ah! No! It's a misunderstanding!"

Rabbi kicked the struggling sergeant, who was clutching his face, to the ground. With a mocking smile, he stepped forward and smashed his briefcase repeatedly over the sergeant's head.

"Who gave you the audacity to bend the law for personal gain? Who gave you the audacity to bully the elderly? Who gave you the audacity to touch my things?!"

"Ah ah ah..."

The screams faded as the sergeant was crushed to death by the rabbi with his briefcase.

After finishing frying the blood-stained suitcase, the irritable potato calmed down upon seeing the somewhat gruesome scene. He took out a handkerchief and began quietly wiping the blood-stained surface of the suitcase.

After wiping, he casually tossed the handkerchief aside, and it floated gently in the air before finally covering the bloodied and mangled face.

Rabbi picked up his briefcase and left the police station in a good mood.

On their way, they passed Mrs. Arele's house. Rabbi glanced at the closed door, took out a letter, and put it in the mailbox.

"Miss Rabi!" A shout made her turn around and see that it was Midia rushing over, looking disheveled.

"You just came back from the factory?" Rabbi recognized the traces of working in the doll factory workshop on Midia at a glance.

It seems that Media was assigned the task of logistics at the processing plant in this war.

"Yes! We did it! We defeated the armies of Durazon and Kabala!" Midia's excitement was undisguised. He pulled out the slightly wrinkled Mechanical Heart banner from his clothes and proudly displayed it.

“From today onwards, Xinmu City will be your base,” Rabbi said with a slight smile.

"Yes! Mechanical Heart can officially take the stage now! I'm going to share this news with my mom!" Midia clenched her fist and smiled.

"Until then, don't forget to take good care of Mrs. Aree."

Hearing this, Midia calmed down a bit: "Yes, I've neglected my mother too much these days." "It's not a big deal," the rabbi said calmly. "It's a blessing to still have someone to owe. I'm glad you're aware of your responsibilities. You still have a long time to spend with your mother, and perhaps you can even let her see more of your shining moments of success for the cause you believe in."

Midia stared blankly at the rabbi.

"Work hard. Instead of chasing your shadow, chase the sun. I've put the housing fee in the mailbox. Remember to give it to Mrs. Arele." With that, Rabbi turned and left.

The afternoon sun cast a long, slender shadow on her petite figure.

Midia watched Rabbi's retreating figure, pursed her lips, took an envelope from the mailbox, and opened the door: "Mom, I'm home."

……

As Rabi walked out of the city, he could see that the Mechanical Heart had begun to take over Shinmu City. Many civilians also cautiously peeked out to check the situation after the gunfire subsided.

They had considered that after today, the flags of Shinmoku City and the Kabala royal family might become the flags of Durason.

There is also a slight possibility that the garrison troops can hold the city and protect the flag that is flying high.

But in reality, neither of those were the case.

Many people were bewildered as they watched the mechanical heart flags being erected one by one on the buildings and hung high on the city walls.

The soldiers of Durason fled outwards, while the garrison soldiers fled inwards. The Mechanical Heart did not become complacent because of the victory in this battle, but instead devoted itself to post-war reconstruction.

This is not the end; their battle has only just begun.

This strategy of accumulating strength unnoticed and then exploiting loopholes to reap the benefits will not have another chance to be realized after this battle.

Everyone in Scalova will begin to take the power of the Mechanical Heart seriously and regard them as rivals.

Rather, it was only after the Battle of Xinmu City that Mechanical Heart finally found the "Start Game" button.

They need to reorganize and clean up the city, both inside and out, and mobilize the resources of Xinmou City to the greatest extent possible. Only in this way can they truly gain a foothold and avoid becoming a stepping stone for others to sweep away in the future.

Grealley had wanted to say hello to the rabbi, but when he asked the others where the rabbi was, he received no reply.

Just like with Kabbalah, he left without saying goodbye.

He didn't know what the rabbi was pursuing, but he didn't insist.

The rabbis have helped them many times, and this time their help was particularly crucial.

Although judging from the scene at the time, with their mechanical preparations, they should have been able to win after paying a certain price, but casualties are not just a series of numbers.

The fewer resources they could manage, the better, and the rabbi enabled them to achieve victory with almost no cost, a contribution of immense importance.

Unfortunately, he never had a chance to thank the rabbi.

Rabbi leisurely arrived outside the city and spotted the toast cart from a great distance.

He walked over and opened the car door: "Is this really the only way we can get around?"

"The proposal to have Radish chase after me while carrying you is still valid," Zheng Fan said casually, wearing a pair of small sunglasses.

Rabbi reluctantly sat in the passenger seat.

"Are the radishes ready?"

“Beep…”

"Thanks for your hard work."

Radish shook his head; the rabbi's will was his own.

Rabbi looked at the red glow flashing on Carrot's face through the rearview mirror, pursed his lips, smiled, and nodded, saying, "Mm."

Zheng started the toaster and casually honked the horn twice.

"Awoo~ Awoo~." The strange dog barking echoed again.

"There's supposedly a beautiful flower field along a section of mountain road, a famous tourist spot nearby. We can take a look since we're on the way," Rabbi said, pulling out a map.

“Beep…”

Radishes like flowers.

“Okay,” Zheng Fan readily agreed.

(End of this chapter)