The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 763 Destroy the enemy base and free the dragon vein from its constraints!

Shen Le resolutely, swiftly, and fiercely sank into the ground.

If you dare kill me, and I don't retaliate, I'll seem like a coward. Even a rabbit kicks an eagle when it's being bitten! Although I came here illegally...

Bah! What smuggling? Taiwan is an inseparable part of our motherland. I'm coming to my own country's territory, and it's not smuggling even if it takes ten thousand years!

In short, if I don't turn your world upside down, you won't know that Lord Ma has three eyes!
He followed the earth's veins, quickly stealthily moving towards his first destination: the high-walled courtyard where the terracotta blocks were located. He crept beneath the courtyard, rose, approached, and sensed:
Inside, it was a complete mess, filled with the sounds of running, shouting, and the rumble of wheels. Shen Le pricked up his ears and listened carefully, soon catching the chaotic shouts:

It's not all in Chinese, or rather, Chinese only makes up a small part of it, and that small part is subservient, being ordered around and scolded.

The majority, the dominant language, was English, English with a slightly strange accent.

Shen Le wasn't quite sure what the accent was, but it certainly wasn't the standard London or New York accent he was used to hearing at school.

Maybe... the Texas version of English? The Indian version of English? Or the everyday English version?
That's not important. What's important is that they're searching for him, and they have malicious intent towards him.

Based solely on a humming song overheard as they passed by, and perhaps a screenshot from a security camera, they identified him and deployed a 12.7 caliber sniper rifle to deal with him.

Then you can forget about living!
Shen Le slowly regulated her breathing, stretched out her hands, and pressed them against the earthen wall beside her.

The earth quickly responded to him, from his side to overhead, and then to a radius of several hundred meters; the entire land responded to his thoughts.

It started with soft soil, then moved to slightly harder river sand and stones, followed by low-grade and high-grade concrete with reinforced steel bars inserted—

Concrete is essentially earth, which is also part of the Five Elements and is influenced by them!

Rise up!

Shen Le spread his arms wide and pushed upwards and to both sides with all his might. The entire courtyard, all the walls, ground, walls, beams, and roofs, instantly and softly disintegrated, crackling and collapsing downwards.

Amidst screams of terror, the walls crumbled to the ground like quicksand, large chunks of the ceiling crashed down, and the floor beneath our feet trembled violently like a raging storm.

The shouts from the courtyard above quickly became distorted.

"Earthquake! Earthquake!"

"Enemy attack! It's an explosion!"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

"Where to retreat to? Where is the enemy?"

"Protect the instruments! Protect the materials!!!"

"Help! Help! We are under attack!"

Shen Le's spiritual power spread out like a large net, enveloping everyone and everything on site, especially the instruments.

The soil writhed rapidly, opened its maw, and swallowed everyone, burying them up to their chests—

Shen Le even kindly helped those who were swallowed headfirst to straighten them up so they wouldn't suffocate too quickly.

Then, he leisurely wandered through the soil, following his senses, and reached out to the pottery block he was looking for: Great, found it!

It shimmered and vibrated eagerly in the meditative world, wanting to become one with its companions. As it leaped into his hand, it seemed to say:

"I'm back! I'm home! I'm one step closer to being whole again! Quick, take me to my companions!"

This joy made Shen Le smile involuntarily. Then, he slowly walked around the underground cave he had built, observing each of the people he had buried.

Hmm, there were white people, black people, Asian people, and... probably Indians?

Anyway, Shen Le didn't even need to get too close to smell a distinct curry aroma, so the location couldn't be clearer!

He turned around and looked at the guys who looked terrified, some with power fluctuations and some without, and who were trying to turn their heads and look around.

Then, he stomped the ground, raising an earthen wall to separate everyone, ensuring they couldn't hear each other or transmit any power to attack him.

Then he found a white man who exuded some power, squatted down in front of him, and asked softly:
"What's your name?"

The white man's arms and most of his body were planted in the soil. He struggled and twisted, his elbows were bleeding from scraping against the soil and rocks, and his white face turned red.

Upon hearing Shen Le's question, his eyes were filled with fear, and he mumbled something unintelligible to Shen Le.

He sighed, then took out his ever-reliable little knife and brandished it in front of the other person's forehead. Sure enough, the effect was immediate; the other person instantly knew how to speak.
"My name is Richard! Richard Portman!"

“Oh, Mr. Richard.” Shen Le nodded.

What organization do you belong to?

"..."

He fell silent again. It seemed they needed to continue gesturing. Shen Le pointed the knife forward, and Mr. Richard tried his best to lean back, but his body was buried in the ground, so he couldn't lean back much further.

Seeing the knife tip about to touch his eyeball, he hurriedly shouted:
"We are the Eye of Typhon!"

"What is that...?"

Shen Le racked his brains, confirming that the name wasn't in the information Gu Yulin had given him. He impatiently pushed the blade forward again.
"What is this? Your official name? Which department do you report to, and which department do you receive funding from?!"

"Don't try to fool me. I'll question them one by one, and if anything you say differs from theirs, you'll be buried forever!"

After a round of interrogation, Shen Le finally got the answer he wanted. This white man, and another black man in the courtyard, both belonged to the "Supernatural Phenomena Monitoring and Action Division":
Its English name is Advanced Threat Response & Operational Control Directorate, abbreviated as ATROC. The Eye of Tiffany is the nickname of this organization.

Apart from him, the other foreign superhumans present were either hired by them or gathered together in a scattered manner by issuing missions.

For those who are not extraordinary, especially locals, it's rather pathetic. What can the servants of the son's family do besides fawn over the people who come from the father's place?
As for their superiors...

"We belong to the Future Foundation..."

"Mr. Richard said, trembling. Shen Le frowned in displeasure, the tip of the knife landing on his brow, slowly drawing a vertical line:
"Nonsense! These NGOs are all just cover-ups. We're very familiar with this kind of operation. Don't try to fool me! Tell me, which department do you get your money from, and which department do you report to?!"

"We are from the Department of Energy..."

Shen Le rolled her eyes. Don't be fooled by the CIA and FBI's impressive reputations and impressive-sounding names; the Department of Energy is definitely not bad either.

Or rather, the Department of Energy is the truly powerful department. The US's military is tied to oil; to protect oil, or to protect its military, they're capable of anything.

Not to mention, the NNSA, under the Department of Energy, which manages their nuclear weapons, is itself semi-military and has an extremely high level of secrecy.

It's very simple and unsurprising for such a department to have a superhuman management organization attached to it—moreover, names like "special energy project" or "advanced materials research" can be easily used to cover up its huge budget, security measures, and experimental facilities...

Following his instructions, Shen Le searched through the mud and rubble, looking over the buried bodies, and sure enough, found two "Special Investigator of the Department of Energy" identification cards.

He held the identification in his hand, waved it in Richard's face, and smirked.

"Tell me, why do you want to kill me?"

No! We don't have any!

Richard screamed at the top of his lungs. Shen Le sighed in disappointment, lightly tapped the ground with his toes, and the soil rippled, burying Richard another five centimeters.

He turned around, ignoring the man's wailing and pleas for mercy, and went to question the black man. After questioning both men, he suddenly realized the truth:

"So my appearance is already in your database? The moment you discovered I was here, you immediately started your plan to deal with me?!"

“I…I don’t know…” Richard looked at him pleadingly:
"I'm just a worker...please...I want to go home...I..."

"What other outposts do you have on the island?"

"please……"

"speak!!!"

Shen Le was certain that he was truly inept at interrogation. After three rounds of interrogation, he had made seven or eight cuts on the men, then healed them, then made more cuts, but he still couldn't extract the location of the stronghold.

The small oil lamp flickered inside the backpack:
"Leave it to me! Leave it to me! Shen Le, I'll interrogate these guys; I guarantee I'll get everything out of them!"

"Leave it to us." A soft voice, emanating from the bracelet, drifted out from behind the silken skirt.
"We are skilled in music, and when combined with ancient Buddhist chants, we can control people's minds. Getting them to reveal the truth will be no problem."

【Me too!】 Zhong Xiaomei excitedly joined in:

My subordinates are experts at torturing these heretical and wicked individuals!

Shen Le: "..."

"How's your foreign language learning going? Can you understand what they're saying?"

【…】

The little ones fell silent. Shen Le hesitated for a while, then clapped his hands:

"So, they're all my prisoners now. Everyone come out, take control of them, and stuff them all into the old house. I'll take them back to the professionals—Huang Yutong. I'll have to trouble you, is that alright?"

No problem. I can clean myself!

They still complained about the smell, but it could be cleaned. Shen Le comforted himself by touching the ancient house bead on his wrist. With a wave of his hand, thousands of strands of black hair surged out like dark clouds, pulling the prisoners out of the pit, packing them up one by one, and sending them into the ancient house.

Shen Le looked at the pit below and finally breathed a sigh of relief:

Thank goodness, he doesn't have to kill so many people with his own hands, or bury so many people with his own hands. That's wonderful!

We'll pack them up and hand them over to the Secret Service!

Inside the old house, the little ones were busy interrogating the prisoners, but that's another story. Shen Le had settled the stronghold, stealthily left, and plunged into the nearby mountains. After using his mental energy to sense the situation again, his eyebrows immediately rose:

The feeling of stagnation and obstruction in the flow of the earth's veins that I had sensed before, the blockage at the point in the courtyard, has completely disappeared; there's nothing left!
It seems that removing a stronghold is like removing a nail from the earth's veins, making the long dragon formed by the earth's veins more active.
Great! Let's do it this way, it's convenient for both our public and private interests, let's find and wipe out all their strongholds!

Shen Le clenched his fist tightly. The next moment, following his senses, he stealthily ventured deeper into the mountains:
"what?"

Is this a bunker or something?
It seems that even his escape technique underground was somewhat blocked; the wall must be quite dense!

Shen Le paused his stealth and used his mental energy to observe. Sure enough, it was concrete—and a very high-grade concrete at that.

He tried to communicate with the wall using earth magic, hoping to resonate with it, but was surprised to find it quite difficult.
This concrete not only has a high grade and is hard enough, but it also contains some unknown substance that both absorbs and resists spiritual energy and magic.

Upon closer inspection, numerous talismans were found carved inside the walls, even on the inner side, clearly guiding the flow of spiritual energy.

This is what Gu Yulin and the others mentioned: some good things on the island that were brought over before.

Shen Le secretly became vigilant. Fortunately, the spell given by the copper piece was quite powerful and of a very high rank. Once Shen Le focused on casting the spell, these things could not stop him at all.

He focused his mind slightly, and his spiritual energy spread out from the wall, scanning the bunker in front of him:
"Huh! -- Huh!"

This tunnel is so long!

It wasn't just a bunker; it was a long, sturdy tunnel with many branches, many rooms, and heavy doors, the thinnest of which was at least 10 centimeters thick.

It's easy to imagine that when these doors are closed one after another, the people hiding inside wouldn't be afraid even if a mushroom egg fell on their heads!
Could this be... military equipment? What's it used to hide?

Regardless of what he had hidden, Shen Le didn't want it to continue serving its purpose. He crept around the tunnel once, then pressed his hand on the ground, causing concrete walls to extend and deform, sealing the tunnel completely.

Shen Le wasn't some kind of devil. He had sealed off most of the tunnel's exit to the outside, leaving only the narrowest passage, just big enough for one person to pass through.

The personnel guarding the tunnel can stay as they please, or they can escape through the designated escape routes.

However, the various things stored inside the tunnel, those things that looked like large logs, small logs, large steel needles, and small steel needles...

Hey!

Don't even think about getting out!

If you're so capable, then blow up the wall!
Blow up all these concrete walls—no, I mean solid concrete blocks that are as large and deep as they are—and let's see if you dare to bet that the big logs, small logs, big steel needles, and small steel needles inside won't explode!
Speed ​​is of the essence in war. After taking down the first stronghold, Shen Le quickly advanced along the mountain range, taking down fifteen or sixteen strongholds in one go.

He also meditated silently, letting the scroll and compass record his thoughts:

"Have you recorded all the tunnels in these mountains? We'll provide the data later. These tunnels are hard to find with satellite remote sensing or radar, so our information will be a valuable supplement!"

He was overjoyed, sweeping across the mountain range like a whirlwind, imagining himself as a pangolin, not caring that he hadn't seen the sun for days and nights.

However, upon reaching the position of the largest and thickest nail, he suddenly lurched violently:
"What? Why can't I move?"

Is this land rejecting me?

Or was it some kind of spell? Like...

Steel can be turned into iron from the ground?

(End of this chapter)