I am a hero of the former civilization.

It's even difficult for Honkai energy to interfere with it; as long as Sakura doesn't go all out, you can't tell at all.

Under their watchful eyes, Sakura put on the hood, and as the light distorted, she transformed into Ryan's current appearance, even down to the clothes, which were incredibly realistic, with even the details of the wrinkles.

Not to mention Meng, even Ryan showed a surprised expression, thinking to himself that the things that Wilvi created under duress were indeed reliable, and he also figured out some ways to deal with her.

First, clear requirements and directions must be set; second, sufficient funding must be provided to satisfy her wild ideas during the research process, because she will generate many byproducts as she works and then squander the funds; finally, someone must be assigned to keep an eye on her and keep flattering her, otherwise the efficiency will be extremely low and she will spend all her time on products that interest her.

"There were a few flaws, such as the frequency of my clothes fluttering a little abnormally and my expression being a bit stiff, but these small details are hard to notice. Fortunately, I'm not some kind of comedic character with exaggerated facial expressions, so it wasn't too difficult for me to portray the role."

Ryan stroked his chin, suddenly realizing the benefits of his usual poker face, and then curiously leaned in and took Sakura's hand.

It was indeed just an optical disguise. The hand was noticeably smaller to the touch, and the skin was smooth and soft. He didn't notice that Sakura quietly lowered her head and excitedly clenched her fist.

"I must reward Vilvi handsomely when we get back. She did a great job. This way, no one will know that I left quietly and completed the final piece of the puzzle."

It's not just a matter of props; Sakura is also an assassination expert, and role-playing is a piece of cake for her, so he doesn't have to worry about her at all.

Sakura gradually tightened her grip on Ryan's hand, feeling its warmth, and was about to make a straightforward request.

"Oh, right, I just remembered something. Follow up on the data from that underground lab in Tokyo. You should contact Hua and find a way to send the data to Mei for recovery."

"Okay." Sakura nodded subconsciously, but when she came to her senses, she realized that Ryan had already let go of her hand. She asked hesitantly, "Are you leaving now?"

"Yes, the sooner the better, of course. Don't follow me out. We need to be careful." Ryan was still cautious. He turned and walked towards the door, glancing at the woman by the door as he opened his mouth.

"I will follow this lady's arrangements, you can rest assured, I don't want to die yet." The woman looked away, not daring to meet Ryan's gaze.

I'm lucky to have met a smart person; it seems I won't have to waste my breath explaining.

Ryan knew this man was not stupid and had excellent mental fortitude. The situation had exceeded her expectations, and at this point, any struggle would be futile. The only way to survive was to obey.

As for selling this secret to the Fire Moth? Do you think Sakura will give her the chance, and the Fire Moth will listen to the nonsense of a rebel?

"You understand, don't worry, I don't have the habit of killing to cover it up." Ryan patted her shoulder gently, returned to the dark corridor, and used the two powers alternately to detect the surroundings. After confirming that no one was watching, he seemed to blend into the air.

he's gone.

Sakura withdrew her gaze, staring at the bewildered woman until she fell silent. After a long while, she sighed softly and touched the palm of her right hand.

The lingering charm remains.

Chapter 217 Everyone Will Suffer a Setback

Da da da.

The high heels tapped rhythmically on the floor as Mebius stood tall with her hands in her pockets, looking every bit the powerful woman.

But she had no expression on her face, making her seem unapproachable. Even if passersby were attracted to her, they only dared to peek secretly and ask who she was. After hearing about her methods, they quickly covered their eyes.

Klein glanced at him discreetly and lowered his voice: "Doctor, it's been a long time since you've been to the surface."

"Hmm, it's good for me to get some sun occasionally while that guy is having a good time outside." A smile appeared on Möbius's lips.

Why does it feel like you're retaliating in kind?

Klein didn't know how to explain, so he forced an explanation: "Dr. Lane wasn't playing around, and what you just did was related to him."

The two of them just went to Eden's concert. In Möbius's words, this was called scouting the situation, to see what the great philanthropist who had donated so much money to them was like.

Upon hearing this, Mebius's long eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Even by my standards, Eden is practically a perfect woman. While her writing is decent, is she really worth that much money? Could there be something fishy going on?

She doesn't understand art, but she understands logic very well and is good at summarizing. After suffering losses several times, she decided to prepare in advance.

Klein could tell what she was thinking from her expression, so he coughed lightly and said, "Doctor, I think you should be more decisive."

"Am I indecisive? Klein, who are you talking about?"

Of course it's you! Can you please be realistic?!

Klein nearly stopped, looking at the increasingly sharp snake eyes, and swallowed hard: "I'm talking about myself, Doctor."

"That's more like it. Focus more on your research from now on. You only need to take breaks occasionally." Möbius finally turned his head with satisfaction, then unconsciously played with his long hair by his ear while waiting for the elevator.

She somewhat regretted her impulsive decision today; the whole day had been wasted. As for what she gained?

I don't think those things are worth tens of millions of euros at all, and what are those people so enthusiastic about? It's just someone singing on the stage.

Mebius couldn't understand it. He yawned. He had been staying up for that guy for almost three days straight, and now he was sleepy after going out to rest.

Then I didn't even get a phone call, and I was almost pestered by that fat woman who said I didn't know how to dress up at all. Then, even though she was pestering me, she saw Eden and pounced on it decisively.

Hmph, fickle and promiscuous.

And I need to write that account down carefully. Yes, I'll write it down when I get back.

Ding--

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and a gaze swept across his thigh, causing Mebius's face to turn icy as he looked at the person coldly.

The young man was blond, with a bandage on his forehead and his right arm in a sling across his chest, looking disheveled. After making eye contact with Mebius, he showed surprise, followed by fear. He silently turned to face the inside of the elevator, while the other passengers hurriedly fled the elevator as if their lives depended on it.

What a bunch of idiots, why are you avoiding me?

Mebius snorted in annoyance, then looked at the figure's back. As the chief surgeon, he naturally remembered who it was.

"Major Coleman, you're injured. Would you like to come to my operating room for treatment?"

"Uh, it's just a minor injury, so there's no need to trouble you." Coleman looked up at the top of the elevator, knowing that being valued by Mebius was never a good thing.

Either you wake up to find something missing from your body, or you'll face an exorbitant bill and the intelligence department will vent all their anger on you.

When it comes to the skill of finding clever pretexts for reimbursement, the other party is far superior to me.

"Are you scared?"

"I am doing this out of gentlemanly courtesy."

"Hehe, you can't hide anything from me. By the way, how did you get injured?"

It's highly likely that he was beaten up by your old flame's men. What's with you acting like you know nothing?

Coleman silently scoffed to himself, forcing an awkward smile: "He fell without warning."

"Hehe, as your attending physician, I really feel a little ashamed."

"Ashamed?"

“It’s not acceptable to manufacture defective products. Why don’t you come to my operating room? Don’t worry, I’ll adjust it for you, and there won’t be any problems.”

This sarcastic and unsettling behavior is infuriating and incredibly frustrating.

Coleman wanted to tell the other person what he had seen at the summer festival, but he swallowed the words back, because the fusion warrior's intuition told him that he would die a terrible death if he spoke out.

Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure out how to refuse, the elevator doors finally opened, and the major thanked the gods.

"Hey, aren't you really going to consider it?"

"No need, thank you for your kindness. I'll close the elevator door for you." He pressed the close button and, ignoring Möbius's shouts, quickly escaped.

The door slowly closed, obscuring the man's flustered figure. Möbius glanced at the 'Administrative Level' sign, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.

“Klein, tell May I need to see him.”

Phew, I've finally escaped!

Coleman glanced back at the descending elevator, patted his chest, still feeling a bit scared, but after a moment, he felt admiration for Ryan.

With such a terrifying woman by his side, he still dares to have affairs outside. What a hero! Isn't he afraid of death?

I'm the best; I only do business and don't date.

Coleman suddenly became smug, then straightened his clothes and stepped into the heavily guarded floor.

Like the research area, this is also a standard underground town, complete with gardens, entertainment facilities, and supermarkets. The difference is that there are no white coats to be seen; instead, there are countless elite soldiers.

Each person was equipped with full annihilation warfare gear, and Coleman couldn't even tell how many fusion warriors were among them; each was fully armed.

'Looks like those above aren't stupid after all.'

After passing through several layers of defense, Coleman finally arrived at a huge cavern. Inside the underground facility, another cavern was dug out, and in the center of the cavern, a building of about ten stories was constructed, demonstrating the scale of the project.

'No wonder we've been short on funds lately; it's all been used to repair this stuff. It's no wonder we're short.'

He was stopped and, after another check, finally got into the internal elevator, which took him all the way to the top floor, where he was taken to the innermost lounge.

"Major, please wait a moment. Would you like something to drink?"

"Black tea, please add half a cup, thank you."

Coleman pretended to be elegant, but after the orderly handed him some tea and left, he became bored and revealed his true colors again, simply holding the tea and watching the female soldiers pass by.

The relocation was still underway, and he couldn't take his eyes off the buttocks under the short skirt and the long legs in black stockings. He cursed the men upstairs for being too corrupt, but at the same time he was very envious and wished he could sit in an office at headquarters from now on.

After being bored for a while, the door to the lounge suddenly opened, and the two people who walked in made him hurriedly get up. He wanted to salute, but found that his hand was still in a sling.

"No need to be so nervous. As a precious high-ranking fusion warrior, there's no need for too much formality," Karius said with a smile, waving his hand kindly.

“Yes, Your Excellency the Commander.” Coleman was not a reserved person. He saw the Commander sit down opposite him, and then Carliss, with an elegant smile, stood behind him.

It was the standard procedure for meeting with the leader. The chief of staff highly praised Coleman's work and hinted that if he continued to work hard, he might be able to take over the long-vacant position of director of intelligence. Coleman took it as a joke and yawned countless times in his mind.

I listened attentively for a full half hour, and when Karius took out the folder, we finally got down to business.

“I have read your summary report. It is very detailed. But I asked you to come here because Chief of Staff Carlis has some questions to ask you in person.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” Coleman quickly sat up straight and glanced at the unfathomable blond man. “Please ask your question, Chief of Staff.”

"Don't be so formal, I'm just asking a question." Kalis nodded first and asked unhurriedly, "First question, that black shadow is very powerful in combat, able to suppress others in both ranged and close combat. What do you think is his strongest point?"

Coleman had already thought it through on the way and immediately replied, "Speed, skill, and the ability to foresee the future—if he didn't have a standout feature, I would even suspect he's a Herrscher."

"Why do we have to find the most prominent strength?"

"That's precognitive ability. He seems to know the nature of my ability, and then he can catch me every time."

Isn't this an intelligence leak?

Kalis frowned slightly, but intelligence alone was not enough to capture this major. It could be a real premonition, or it could be some kind of detection.

"I understand. So, for the second question, who do you think he is?"

"I'm not sure, it seems like they just appeared out of nowhere, but there are many such unknown powerful individuals. The one who escaped from the southern desert before, didn't he kill a lot of fusion warriors?" Coleman, being a smooth talker, quickly added upon seeing his chief of staff's increasingly cold gaze:

"Whoever he is, he must be related to Dr. Lane, otherwise it would be too much of a coincidence."