People in the Alliance, Time Management Master

"Finally finished..."

The warning lights on the workbench gradually went out, symbolizing the official completion of the thin yet sturdy light blue technological armor.

This suit of armor is less than two centimeters thick on average and weighs less than five kilograms, making it very lightweight.

The entire garment consists of four parts: a chest plate, shoulder guards, arm guards, and knee guards. When wearing it, simply place the components on the corresponding parts, and they will automatically attach and wrap around the garment, making it convenient and secure.

As for the cost...

Jess stared at the shrunken cloth bag on the workbench, his heart bleeding.

Fifteen kilograms of primordial crystal fragments were used to repair the warhammer, but less than one kilogram was used to make this suit of armor...

In order to minimize the size of the armor and improve its portability, the energy purification process alone consumed six kilograms of crystal fragments, ultimately yielding less than one kilogram of crystal essence.

Expensive, too expensive...

“I hope you get your money’s worth.” Jess clicked his tongue, picked up the brand-new armor, and draped it over the dummy. “Don’t disappoint me…”

Hextech Warhammer, transform.

Hextech Giant Cannon, charging.

20%……30%……65%……100%, charging complete.

The moment the energy bar reached full, Jess pressed the switch without hesitation. Accompanied by a crackling sound of electricity, an energy ball with maximum output power shot out from the muzzle, hitting the dummy squarely.

The Hextech weapon and Hextech armor collided head-on, and the powerful shockwave sent everything flying, even Jayce himself nearly falling to the ground.

Only after the smoke cleared did he slowly approach with a feeling of unease.

Fortunately, the result put his mind at ease.

The armor's chest area was slightly charred, but the dummy was completely unharmed; the terrifying impact had been perfectly neutralized.

The small damage to the armor was also quickly "self-healing," and in less than half a minute it was no different from new.

Lightweight, highly defensive, and even has a built-in repair function, this armor... is worth it!

"I never expected that my first attempt at creating defensive equipment would be so successful... Indeed, a genius is a genius."

Jess clicked his tongue proudly, then removed the armor from the dummy and put it back on the workbench.

"Now all that's needed is to add a few extra features and it will be perfect..."

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Caitlin's New Massage Technique

Two more peaceful days have passed.

Mu Bai sat at his desk, a cup of hot tea brewed by Caitlyn beside him, his eyes fixed on the Piltover map, his brows furrowed.

There are only two or three days left until the time Viktor mentioned.

The planning over the next two or three days determined the casualties in that unrest, and therefore required utmost caution.

“The border market can reduce the number of agents,” Caitlin said, carefully pointing out the shortcomings in the layout. “It’s a mixed bag there, with many informants from powerful families. We can reduce the number of people we send there.”

"Hmm...that makes sense."

Mu Bai nodded and drew a minus sign on the border market icon.

Victor only revealed the approximate time, but no one knew exactly when Code C would cause trouble. Therefore, it was necessary to have someone on 24-hour alert throughout the city to prevent sudden destruction from causing large-scale casualties.

However, as everyone knows, there is a mole within Piltover's security detail, and the officers are definitely unreliable.

Then we can only rely on the Philos family, which is under Camille's control.

Camille is a very shrewd and capable woman; she knows how to make choices.

If she stands idly by and allows the foreign forces led by codename C to successfully infiltrate the Twin Cities, her Phiros family will suffer incalculable losses, or even be wiped out.

Therefore, she must now take the initiative to cooperate with Mu Bai and temporarily hand over command of the family agents to him.

"How about this now?" After making some modifications, Mu Bai pushed the map in front of the girl.

Compared to him, an outsider, Caitlin, who grew up in Piltover, has a deeper understanding of the surrounding terrain and situation, and is more qualified to speak. It would be right to ask her for advice.

“Perfect.” Caitlin carefully examined the markings on the map. “This layout is the most reasonable without increasing or decreasing the number of agents.”

"That's good. Now we just have to wait for codename C to come out and cause trouble."

Mu Bai put down his quill pen, stretched comfortably, and was about to rub his sore neck when a soft, smooth little hand reached out to him first.

"You've worked hard, now it's time to rest." The girl gave him a massage very considerately.

"Thank you."

Mu Bai leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes.

But before his vision was completely lost in darkness, he seemed to see through the mirror on the table that Caitlin quietly unbuttoned a button on her blouse.

Ok?

Is this some kind of new massage technique...?

....................................

Inside the Piltover Police Department's administrative building, in the Regional Governor's office.

Cage Ross sat upright at the table, his black and white uniform making him look more energetic, and his graying temples added a touch of both dignity and kindness to his appearance.

"It's been a long time." He smiled and looked at the girl across the table. "I haven't heard from you since you were transferred. I thought you were disgusted by this old man and didn't want to come back."

Before the other party could reply, he added, "Like Caitlin, she thinks I'm too old and doesn't want to work with me anymore."

"No, no, how could we possibly look down on you..." Vi, the Piltover Enforcer, quickly waved her hand, her large steel gauntlets clanging as she shook them.

"No? One of you resigned, and the other has been back for over ten days and we haven't seen a trace of you. Isn't that just because you think I'm bad?"

"We... um... there's another reason..." Wei's face was full of panic, but she didn't know how to explain.

After learning that there was a mole in Piltover's security detail, Caitlyn resigned, and at Caitlyn's instruction, she tried to avoid going to the police station.

But this matter is inconvenient to discuss openly, and even more so to the Piltover police leadership...

What if the old Ross in front of us is the mole...? Although the probability is smaller than winning the lottery, it's not impossible.

To be honest, her most respected leader was Old Ross, but since Caitlin had emphasized that she couldn't tell anyone, she had no choice but to keep it a secret.

"Haha, just kidding, don't take it seriously." Seeing the other person's uneasy look, Ross laughed loudly, a barely perceptible ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

"Um... I'm sorry, Governor Ross."

"Oh, there's nothing to apologize for. You young people are busy and have your own things to do, I understand."

Old Ross waved his hand dismissively, a smile appearing on his slightly wrinkled face, his forehead wrinkles layered upon layer above his eyes.

"I asked you to come here today because I need your help with something."

"Ah, please give your orders." Wei nodded slightly, her warlike fists unconsciously clenching together.

“Piltover is in trouble,” Old Ross said bluntly. “A terrorist organization with heavy firepower will probably attack the Piltover officials’ hall in about two days—the north side of the city.”

Wei nodded again, not showing too much surprise. She had already heard Mu Bai mention the terrorist attack before, but she wasn't sure about the address.

“I need your help.” Old Ross secretly observed the girl’s micro-expressions and noticed something, but he didn’t say it outright.

In front of a cunning old fox like him, who was over fifty and had been navigating the political landscape for more than a decade, Wei's little schemes were practically transparent.

"Do you need me to go to the north of the city to keep watch? No problem."

"Yes," Old Ross said with a relieved tone, "Now, in the entire Piltover Police Department, you are the person I trust the most."

“It is my honor, Governor Ross.” Vi stood up and saluted.

"Haha. Can we leave tomorrow morning?"

"no problem."

....................................

On the other side of Piltover, Viktor was ready.

A total of 56 MK-2 Cleaners and one MK-21 Killer were completed.

"We just met and now we have to part ways, I really hate to leave..."

Victor patted a robot on the shoulder and then wrapped the alchemy pot on its back with a black cloth, making it look like it was just carrying a bundle.

As for the other parts, the original skin of the person being modified is already enough to deceive ordinary people, so there is no need to add anything extra.

"Go and let the world see your power, see the greatness of glorious evolution, children."

"The world needs change, and humanity needs to pursue excellence."

"Everything changes, but 'transformation' remains constant..."

PS:

Something really funny happened to me today. I stayed in Bengbu, and I can't keep quiet about it...

Here's what happened: Last week, Cola went out for a late-night snack with a friend. The first meal cost 50 yuan, which Cola paid for. After finishing, we felt it wasn't enough, so we added 34 yuan for barbecue, which our friend paid for.

After we finished eating, we all went home, and nothing happened.

Until today, a week later.

That friend, message me privately on WeChat:

"You still have 34 yuan that you haven't transferred to me."

Cola:???

Honestly, Cola never offered to treat him to a late-night snack. We just happened to be passing by and ate together. Cola and he weren't very close; they were just ordinary friends.

It's quite inexplicable. Just because Coke paid the bill first time, he assumed that Coke would treat him this time.

? ? ? ?

Honestly, Coca-Cola isn't short of a few dozen yuan, but I feel really uncomfortable about it!

I can treat you, but you can't rob me! Why are you asking me for money?

Finally, Cola transferred the 34 yuan to him.

Set WeChat messages to "Do Not Disturb" and block Moments; let's end this friendship.