In the name of supernatural powers

Chapter 53 Entering the City
After sorting out his thoughts, Lu Zhao put away the documents and returned to his daily work.

Instead of frantically trying to figure out how to express their stance to the Lin family.

Some things can't be rushed; the more eager you are to seek refuge, the more likely you are to stumble. Besides, Lin Zhiyan hasn't even made any requests, so how can you be sure that the other party definitely needs you?
After getting off work that evening, Lu Zhao called Zhang Like to a roadside food stall.

After the two had filled their stomachs and drunk several rounds of drinks, they finished eating.

Zhang Like was the first to speak, gossiping: "How are you feeling today?"

Lu Zhao countered with, "How does it feel?"

"Playing dumb again. It's all over the station. Lin personally told you to ride in the same car as her."

Zhang Like winked and said, "I'm telling you, stop being stubborn and hurry up and consider whether it's possible. That's the Lin family of Cangwu. If you can get on their good side, what chance will Lü Jinshan have?"

Lu Zhao wiped his mouth with a tissue and asked again, "Have you ever seen two psychic superhumans get married?"

"Uh……"

After thinking about it carefully, Zhang Like realized that there really wasn't one.

Or perhaps it's because there are very few spiritual superhumans; there are only a few thousand in the entire Federation, and he only encountered Lu Zhao once in his decades of life.

There have always been rumors that people with mental supernatural abilities can read minds, so it's basically impossible for them to be together.

But Lu Zhao clearly doesn't seem to be able to read minds.

"why?"

Lu Zhao explained, "The outward leakage of powerful spiritual energy will also have different effects on each other. It's like two magnets; they may stick together or they may repel each other."

Zhang Like said, "Wouldn't it be easier to find someone you like if they were placed side by side?"

“Mutual repulsion can be controlled with willpower, but when they stick together, their consciousness will mix like mud.”

Lu Zhao clasped his hands together, his five fingers completely interlocked.

"The two people's consciousnesses became intertwined, ultimately leading to a mental breakdown."

Zhang Like's eyes widened slightly: "That serious?"

"This situation is rather extreme; generally, people will separate on their own when memory is confused."

Lu Zhao spread his hands and said, "I am incompatible with Team Leader Lin."

Actually, it's mostly because there are few people, plus everyone is quite arrogant.

Zhang Like looked thoughtful and said with regret, "It's really unfortunate. If we could have climbed up to the Lin group, things would have been much easier for us."

"It's possible to climb, but it's very dangerous."

Lu Zhao recounted everything that had happened that day. At first, Zhang Like had the leisure to question Lu Zhao's "spiritual transcendence and non-marriage theory," but he fell silent when he heard the end of the story.

After taking out a cigarette and puffing away, he said, "Have the battles between powerful beings become so intense that they've reached the grassroots level?"

Since the end of the ten-year Patriotic War, peace has been practically absent from society, and there is no place in the world that is truly at peace.

From small street gangs to powerful military regimes, fierce confrontations are taking place at all times.

Zhang Like initially thought that everyone was fighting without breaking apart, but now, in the blink of an eye, he felt as if he were in the midst of a battle of wits with Zhuge Liang, the intensity of which had penetrated to the grassroots level.

This is a very dangerous signal. When the power struggle at the top begins to require support from the grassroots, that is the beginning of a hot war.

"Old Lu, I suggest you don't get involved. Your life development is progressing rapidly these days. Didn't you say you were going to join the Chishui Army in Zhongnan Province next year?"

"..."

Lu Zhao was silent for a moment, then said, "That is indeed my plan, but it will probably take more than ten years to get ahead over there."

Connections are needed everywhere, even in the military.

His previous plan was simply that, compared to being suppressed by the Chen family in Nankaido, he could get a fairer environment in Chungnamdo.

Lu Zhao kept thinking, was fairness all he needed?
The Federation has never lacked geniuses. Every year, the two major universities in Chishui and Imperial Capital produce thousands of graduates, while the remaining slightly less prestigious universities have tens of thousands more.

If I go to the Chishui Army and everything goes smoothly, it will probably take me twenty or thirty years to be promoted to general. That's too slow.

Lu Zhao could already sense that the local power was growing stronger and stronger, almost to the level of the military governors of the late Tang Dynasty, which was not a good thing.

Lin Zhiyan's words today, in addition, gave him an even worse suspicion.

The Federation may fall apart before it even gets to the end.

But can I trust Lin Zhiyan?
Lu Zhao knew that a small act of impatience could ruin a great plan, and rushing in directly would only make him a pawn.

He nodded and said, "I will be careful."

Ring ring ring.

My phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number calling.

After the call connected, a familiar voice came through.

"Staff Officer Lu, the operation will take place tomorrow at 8:00 AM at the Fangshi Special Response Force base. Major Xu Zhenhua will be accompanying you."

"Yes."

Lu Zhao responded, then said, "I don't think I called you."

Public officials' office phone numbers are kept in their files, but this is their private phone number.

If Lin Zhiyan wants to get his hands on it, he'll probably have to contact the telecommunications operators.

"do you need?"

The tone on the other end of the phone was matter-of-fact: "It's all for work purposes, Senior Lu, don't be so petty."
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June 18th.

Lu Zhao received orders from the task force and went directly to the logistics department to allocate a military truck. He then selected ten first-level superhumans from various companies to temporarily form a squad and enter the city.

Among them was Liao Lang from the duty company.

The scenery along the way changed from mountains and dense forests to high-rise buildings with white walls and blue glass, and the sounds around us changed from birdsong and insect chirps to the clanging of bicycles.

He arrived during the morning rush hour, when citizens on old-fashioned bicycles crowded the road like swarms of worker ants.

As the military truck waited at the traffic light, Liao Lang, sitting in the driver's seat, remarked with a sigh, "Everyone used to drive small cars, but now we're getting more and more backward."

Lu Zhao, sitting in the passenger seat, said, "It's good enough that we're alive. Who knows how many more years this peaceful life will last?"

In his memory, ten years ago people all drove cars, and every family could afford one.

After the catastrophe, many people sold their cars and bought more affordable bicycles instead.

On the one hand, there is economic recession and a wave of layoffs; on the other hand, there is a reduction in oil and gas resources, which has led to a sharp rise in gasoline prices.

Nowadays, the price of 95-octane gasoline has reached 20 yuan per liter, while the minimum wage is only 2,000 yuan. In today's society, the minimum wage is often the real wage.

Lu Zhao doesn't need to pay for public expenses himself, which is why ordinary people can't afford to spend money on public services.

Bicycles have become the most economical and affordable means of transportation.

Now everyone only needs to travel between the factory, school, and home.

Many are located within a large factory area, which includes schools, hospitals, commercial streets, and more, allowing residents to meet all their daily needs without leaving the factory premises.

The Chinese community has expressed dissatisfaction with this, but it has rarely escalated into major protests. Happiness is relative; whenever public anger boils over, large-scale food shortages occur in the non-Chinese areas.

A Chinese person earning a monthly salary of 2,000 can remain calm when they see their fellow citizens starving.

At least I'm still human, and I can still enjoy a peaceful life.

No one in this era is truly happy and fulfilled; the only difference lies in the degree of suffering they endure.

The great catastrophe has never ended, civilization has long since vanished, and humanity is still searching for a way to revive civilization in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)