He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Hearing the whistle, Milia tilted her head, her cheeks puffing out involuntarily, and blinked her bright eyes, saying coquettishly, "Leaving so soon? I haven't had enough fun yet!"

"what are you saying?"

The interrogator gripped the stun baton at his waist, then quickly released it, switching to the stun gun on the other side.

"Damn it, what kind of equipment is this? The suspect is acting strangely, calling for backup!"

He stared wide-eyed as the man emerged from the restraints like water, as if he had been cut into pieces by the restraints and then quickly put back together.

"She's a monster!"

Milia glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner and, seeing no red dots, breathed a sigh of relief: "The class monitor is still the most reliable."

She casually caught the stun gun that was coming at her, and lightly placed her other hand on the interrogator's shoulder.

"what!"

The interrogator let out a scream, his body went limp, and he finally collapsed to the ground.

Milia squatted down beside him, constantly poking his chubby baby face with the stun gun: "Can't even handle this much power? Uncle, you're so weak."

She pushed open the door, and the door to the interrogation room next door was open, from which came the sounds of banging and a man's screams.

She peered through the doorway and saw seventeen or eighteen detectives lying haphazardly piled on top of each other in the small interrogation room. Shark Baby stood atop the pile, excitedly shouting, "Any more? Any more? We've found a new bad guy!"

Shark Baby launched a flying kick at Milia.

"Shark Baby is me!"

Just as the two were about to collide because they couldn't stop, a hand reached out from behind Milia and lifted Shark Baby up.

Shark Baby, hanging upside down, chuckled foolishly: "Li Ji, you're out?"

"They're out. Where's Delulu?"

"The class monitor hasn't come out yet, but she has a cat guard team, so don't worry."

After hearing the whistle, Delulu said to the two repairmen beside her, "I want to go, meow."

"Okay meow."

Two repairmen immediately went up to loosen her restraints.

The interrogator standing nearby stared in disbelief: "What are you doing?"

The repairmen looked at each other.

"We're loosening the bonds, can't you tell, meow? This behavior might be a bit complicated for someone with your intelligence, meow. Primitive people are bound to be like that, meow."

The interrogator's eyes widened as he demanded, "Of course I know you're untying them! Why are you doing this?"

The repairmen looked at each other.

"Because she said she's leaving, meow. You don't understand, meow."

The interrogator was speechless, almost laughing: "She's the criminal! And why are you all meowing so incessantly? Wait a minute. Oh, shit!"

The repairman bluntly stated, "Please don't always talk about excrement; it's very uncivilized, cat."

The interrogator took a step back and said into the headset, "This woman can use mind control. I need backup!"

"Snapped--"

The interrogator felt as if he had been slapped across the face; his face burned with pain.

But there was no one in front of him.

"Snapped--"

Another slap landed, this time on his face, this time from left to right.

There was still no one in front of me.

The woman had stepped down from the interrogation chair and was walking towards him.

"Excuse me, meow."

Her expression was indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

The interrogator silently stepped aside.

Dailulu turned the doorknob, but the door didn't budge.

"The door won't open, meow."

The interrogator, trembling against the wall, said, "This door can only be opened from the outside, there's nothing I can do." Delulu glanced at the two repairmen: "You two take care of it, meow."

"Meow!"

Two repairmen immediately surrounded the door lock.

"They were even more helpless."

"Report, it's open, meow!"

"It's open, meow? Why do I have to say meow too?"

The interrogator watched them leave, his mind blank.

The four reunited.

After confirming that no one was injured, Li Ji went downstairs and left.

They swaggered downstairs without encountering any obstacles, as if all the FBI agents had been stacked on top of each other by Shark.

There were no government troops in this building.

They got into a car, disguised themselves as four FBI agents, and drove off.

The route was blocked at checkpoints.

Government soldiers holding rifles demanded to see their identities.

Li Ji immediately rebuked, "We are the FBI, pursuing a fugitive suspect! If your obstruction delays our time, we'll send the aircraft carrier into your Soviet waters!"

The soldiers, seeing that the American sir was angry, immediately let him pass.

The checkpoints along the way worked perfectly, and we were out of town in less than half an hour.

Once outside the city, they immediately abandoned the car and switched to a faster and more discreet mode of transportation—Shark Treasure.

Li Ji rides Shark Baby, Milia rides Li Ji, and Delulu rides Milia.

Milia clung to Li Ji's back with a smile and reached out her hand to Dailu: "Class monitor, come up to me."

Dailulu climbed up indifferently without saying a word.

I was already breathing heavily inside.

Milia took advantage of my lack of emotion to grope Li Ji. I really want to smash this damn bracelet to pieces, meow.

Wait a minute, what's that icy cold thing on my leg?
She looked down and saw Milia touching her leg, squinting and grinning mischievously.

What's going on, meow? Why are you touching me all over, meow?
Throughout the journey, Li Ji kept thinking about two things.

The first thing is about the Red Dwarf Saint.

I initially thought the government forces' trip was related to the Red Dwarf Saints, but I didn't expect it to be so. It wasn't a complete waste of time; at least I know the FBI has quite a few leads about the Red Dwarf Saints, which I need to inform my senior as soon as possible.

The second thing is about the Soviet Liberators Union.

Being targeted by the FBI is not a big deal, but it would be bad if it implicated the guerrillas. They could do what they did after the Great East Japan Earthquake: pretend that the American high command listed the Soviet Liberator League as a progressive national resistance organization to avoid being targeted by the FBI.

Upon returning to his base, he immediately contacted his senior, Gu Yuqing, to report on two matters.

But the call couldn't be connected, so he left a message.

At night, as Li Ji walked through the village of Fu'er, the villagers along the way would stop what they were doing and greet him in a friendly manner.

A middle-aged Black man, pressing the lever of a hand pump, shouted at him, "Commander! I heard you defeated over 1 people, that's amazing!"

"Who told you that? It's not that exaggerated, there are only a little over 1 people."

"That's still amazing! With you all here, we feel much more at ease."

Li Ji smiled in response, then continued on his way, but his brows gradually furrowed.

He didn't know if the war would go as planned, or if his successors would lead the country to prosperity after his death.

Not far away is the only two-story building in the village, a square mud house, painted clean with white paint, and the windows are still shining.

This is a house used to house retired Soviet instructors.

He pushed open the door and entered; several old men were playing cards on the first floor.

Where is Comrade Petrov?

The old man threw out a pair of threes: "The political commissar is upstairs watching TV. You can go up there; he shouldn't be asleep yet." (End of Chapter)