Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

As Zhao Dazhu was brought before the equipment, the moment the guard loosened his grip, he suddenly lunged forward, biting the output cable of the energy storage battery and yanking it hard.

The cable was snapped, sparks crackled a few times, and the indicator light on the energy storage battery went out instantly.

He was about to kick the solar panel when Wu Yan struck his pressure point.

He raised his hand and slapped Zhao Dazhu twice, then grabbed his hair, turned his face towards him, and said coldly:

"You think you're tough, huh? I've already sent someone to invite the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect."

He's a master of mind-controlling magic; even if you're a rock, you'll have to vomit everything out of your stomach.

Who is your master?

What's their background?

Just how many troops are there?

How were those fire-breathing projectiles made? Not a single one was missing!

Zhao Dazhu's pupils suddenly contracted.

He's not afraid of death.

Before joining the Flying Tigers, it was clearly written in the life-or-death contract that the death compensation would be five times higher, and his wife and children would be supported by Lianhai County for the rest of their lives.

He had never seen the Mind Control Technique, but he had heard rumors about it in the martial arts world. It was an evil technique that could control people's minds. Once someone was affected, they would become completely obedient to the caster and would even betray themselves.

He was filled with resentment and hated himself for his previous indecisiveness.

If I am forced to become a traitor, then even if I die in the future, I will be a sinner for all time!

That evening, in the communications room of the Lianhai County government office, Yue Pengniao stared at the radio on the table, his fingers tapping impatiently on the surface.

According to the strict rules set by the communications team, all dispatched communications personnel must turn on their phones twice a day, morning and evening, to report.

Report it once at 8:00 AM and once at 8:00 PM. Any delay exceeding the time it takes to drink a cup of tea must be reported.

It's already past 8 p.m., and the call lights of the communications team from the Cangwu direction—Zhao Dazhu, Wang Qingsong, and Li Gou Dan—have still not lit up.

He then had someone try the backup channel, but there was still no response.

The next morning, Yue Pengniao strode into the back hall of the county government office.

Lin Mo had just finished reviewing the construction progress report for Lianhai County when he saw Yue Pengniao's serious expression. He put down the booklet and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Sir, the communications officer of Group 9527 in the Cangwu direction has lost contact."

The scheduled reports from last night and this morning were not sent back on time, and the backup channels were also tried, but the signal was completely silent.

This is the first time such a situation has occurred since our communications unit was established. My subordinates judge that something has most likely happened to them.

Lin Mo paused for a moment before speaking:

"They've been captured?"

Or were they killed in action?

"My lord, those three should already be dead."

The communications unit has a rule that if someone is caught, they must take poison immediately.

Wang Qingsong and Li Gou Dan were both handpicked by us, and Zhao Dazhu is the squad leader of the communications unit. They won't fall into the hands of the rebels alive.

Lin Mo let out a long sigh:

"The compensation will be increased fivefold according to the standards for Flying Tigers casualties."

The three of them, along with their wives and children, will be supported by Lianhai County for the rest of their lives.

Children who reach school age are directly admitted to the county government school. Those who do not wish to attend school are given priority for employment in the county government upon reaching adulthood.

Liu Si will handle this personally. The compensation will be delivered to each family member before sunset tomorrow; there must be no delay.

Yue Pengniao's eyes reddened, and he solemnly clasped his hands in acceptance.

Meanwhile, the torches in the dungeon of Cangwu County had already burned for the third time.

Zhao Dazhu was tied to a wooden stake, the whip marks on his body had scabbed over, and his lips drooped limply after his jaw was removed, with saliva mixed with blood dripping down the corners of his mouth.

His eyes were still open, bloodshot, but there was no pleading in his gaze as he looked towards the prison door; only a calm acceptance of his fate.

He mentally went over all the most important things in his life: his wife, his child, and the red handprint his parents had pressed on the death certificate.

Being captured is humiliating enough; now I just want a quick and painless death so as not to bring shame to the Flying Tigers or to my superiors.

I never imagined that death would become such a luxury!

Suddenly, the prison door was pushed open from the outside, and the flames of the torches were stunted by the cold wind that rushed in.

Two men walked in one after the other, followed by more than a dozen high-ranking leaders of the rebels, crowding the originally spacious dungeon to the point of being impassable.

The one walking in front, with a gloomy face and a profound aura, was none other than the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect;

Half a step behind him was an old man with white hair and beard, deep-set eyes, and an eerie gray-white light in his pupils. He was none other than the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect.

The other leaders, including local rebel leaders in Cangwu, former government troops who surrendered under duress, members of the White Lotus Sect, the Sun Moon Sect, the Divine Dragon Sect, and others, were all classified as training disciples of evil cults, just like the Hehuan Sect.

They filed in, forming a dense, dark mass in the torchlight.

Wu Yan quickly jumped up from his chair, bowed, and stepped aside, even deliberately softening his breathing.

The Supreme Elder walked up to Zhao Dazhu, stretched out his withered fingers, pinched his chin, and turned his blood-stained face to meet his gaze.

The old man's pupils suddenly lit up with a grayish-white light, like two will-o'-the-wisps lit at the bottom of a deep well.

Zhao Dazhu trembled violently, letting out a muffled roar.

He tried desperately to close his eyes and turn his head away, but he was immobilized by pressure points and couldn't do anything.

After several dozen breaths, his pupils slowly dilated, his violently struggling body gradually relaxed, and the stubbornness and fear that belonged to Zhao Dazhu in his eyes slowly faded away, replaced by an empty blankness.

The Grand Elder released his pressure points and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What's your name?"

Where did they come from?

Who is your leader?

Zhao Dazhu spoke with a look of awe:

My name is Zhao Dazhu.

They come from Lianhai County, and their leader is our county magistrate, named Lin Mo.

The sect leader took out a portrait from his robes and unfolded it:

"Is this the person?"

"Yes, that's him."

"Good lad, I've finally found you!"

The sect leader's lips curled into a cold smile as he tucked the portrait back into his robes and then asked,

"What is his cultivation level?"

"have no idea.

Lin Mo is very mysterious; the people all say he's a deity descended to earth.

"A deity descended to earth?"

The Supreme Elder pressed on in a hoarse voice,

Why do you say that?

"He can make cement."

That stuff is a gray powder. When mixed with water and sand and poured into a mold, it becomes ten times stronger than glutinous rice mortar after it dries.

The city wall of Lianhai County was made of cement, and it was mostly completed in just a few days. A knife cut into it only left a white mark.

The Supreme Elder's brows furrowed sharply.

The leaders behind him were in an uproar. If it were true that a city wall could be repaired every few days, wouldn't Lianhai County be as solid as a rock?

"Go on."

"There is a blast furnace in the north of the city that can produce steel that is even better than the ironware made by the government."

The tools and farm implements used by the people of Lianhai County are all made from steel produced in their own blast furnaces. Not only are they sturdy and resilient, but the knives they forge can even cut through the imperial court's standard-issue swords with a single stroke!

The group exchanged glances, all seeing shock in each other's eyes.