There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

But this is a bit strange, or rather, if he's so righteous indignant, my plan will be even more effective...

"Sir."

I bowed slightly, blocking his path, and gave him a meaningful smile. "Thank you for your recognition of our character. However, the culprit who caused Ms. Elliott's serious injuries is still on this island and has not been punished by law. As the town's sheriff, I and my assistants traveled all the way here to hunt him down, and I deeply regret this..."

Upon hearing my description, my two "assistants" quickly chimed in.

"It is! It is!"

"I will kill him with my own hands!"

The people in the steel cans were initially annoyed by my rudeness and tried to push me away, but upon hearing this, they indeed spoke in a muffled voice.

"evidence."

I raised my hand, revealing the police badge I had hidden in my palm beforehand—Thomas the Tank Engine told me that these things are very expensive, and if you lose them, you have to pay to replace them, so I always keep them in my pocket to prevent them from falling out.

"I am Marcus, the acting sheriff of Mineral Town. It's a pleasure to meet you. The fugitive suspect is named Stuart and is currently hiding on this island. I will continue my pursuit, so let's part ways here."

Having an official position is quite convenient at crucial moments. It also perfectly explained why I was here and fooled the other party!

"Really...? That sounds like a lie..."

Wait a minute, I clearly did receive a request before I came out to find someone! I wasn't lying at all!

The client has become a suspect, which is normal – isn't that how it always goes in Detective Conan?

I took a step back and glanced at the enormous flying machine that loomed over the sky. I prepared to take Gray and Kai back to the old ship and find a way out, but the person in front of me took a step forward and blocked my way again.

"I'm sorry, Officer Marcus, but you may have to come with us too."

The sound from inside the steel can became clearer as I got closer, and I recognized it clearly—it was that annoying tone from the radio earlier.

"What do you mean?"

I narrowed my eyes with ill intent, revealing a polite smile. The rapier of the first-dimensional armor had already quietly popped out, ready to deal with this iron shell as easily as cutting open the outer packaging.

At that moment, a different broadcast suddenly sounded on the spaceship, but the content of the broadcast was directed at me.

“Marcus, don’t touch the weapon in your sleeve; Mr. Sparrow, you also stop charging your pulse gun. We might need to talk about this…”

Upon hearing those words, I glanced down at the steel can's hand and, sure enough, noticed a suspicious red glow emanating from it. It was clear they were hiding something and preparing to cause trouble. They were utterly shameless!

But the next moment, the voice on the radio truly brought my thoughts to an end.

“Marcus, this is Rhodes. Please, do me the honor of coming aboard the spaceship to talk…”

Chapter 629: The Next Episode Takes a Strange Turn

Amidst the roar of engines, as the strangely shaped, legless frog-like lander returned to the outer port, we finally approached the slowly rotating ring-shaped flying object in the sky and entered the interior of this behemoth.

The group remained silent as they went through round after round of cleaning and disinfection. Finally, the heavily pressurized sealed chamber opened as the gears turned, and they stepped into this strange machine.

What we saw first was a pile of steel debris entangled with seaweed and oysters.

Those who exited the cabin with the help of staff were removing the steel canisters from their bodies, so the staff explained on their behalf: "Gentlemen, these are fragments of a bomber that crashed years ago. They were salvaged from the nearby waters during this operation, but the black box has not yet been found, so they are piled up here. We may have to rely on piecing them together to determine the cause of the crash."

bomber?

My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately thought of the two people who disappeared during a mission years ago, and the terrifying glimpse of darkness that swept over them before they perished...

In the sky...

Is it really safe?

While I was pondering, the man known as Mr. Sparrow, having shed his burdens, strolled up to us with an air of arrogance and said, "This time it's out of respect for Mr. Rhodes; otherwise, the price would be far too high for you to bear."

The voice was still awful, but I didn't hear a word of what it said.

After confirming that the unconscious Miss Elliott had been taken to the hospital, I turned my attention to another person—a man with a face that looked very familiar, but who was clearly a stranger to me, Rhodes.

Unlike Mr. Rhodes, the crowbar expert from the parallel world, the Mr. Rhodes standing in front of me now is clearly more spiritually accomplished. Even though he is not as tall as Sparrow, the two make one look like a reed growing rapidly in autumn, while the other looks like a pine tree that has stood the test of time.

“Grey, you’ve grown so tall. I met your grandfather a few months ago, and Sebala always described you as an immature child.”

"Uncle Rod, it's been a long time!"

Gray spoke up frankly and without any sign of defensiveness.

Upon seeing an acquaintance, even the stern-faced Mr. Rhodes softened. "Kay, it's been a long time. The last time I saw your grandfather was at his funeral..."

Kay had no intention of exchanging pleasantries. With a dark face, he said, "The last time you saw my grandfather was probably about fifteen minutes ago. You may have even personally ordered a barrage of artillery fire to blow him to pieces."

Rhodes: "..."

“Well, I have to say something fair, Kai.”

This kid is really stubborn. We're still on someone else's turf, how can we just turn on them like that?

I quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "Given how your grandfather looked just now, saying he had localized necrosis would be an exaggeration. No one could recognize him... At most, it's the opposite of localized necrosis."

Kay asked instinctively, "Antonyms? What are they?"

I said, "That's a great job."

Kay: "..."

"You must be Marcus. We've never met before, this is quite a pleasant surprise."

Mr. Rhodes of this world was quite blunt, ignoring Kai's opinion and finding me directly. "I anticipated almost every possibility for this operation, but I didn't expect you guys to get here first and still be alive."

I smiled and said, "You're welcome, Mr. Rhodes. Although we're not familiar with each other, we've met once before."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Rod paused for a moment, presumably swallowing back the words he had intended to use to fool us young people.

He subtly controlled his slightly dilated pupils and continued, "Forgive me for my poor memory, but are you sure you saw me that day?"

Nonsense, I've personally witnessed your heroic figure as the Sea King, navigating your ship and ramming the tentacle monster, so it's not unfamiliar to me.

I said confidently, "You must have a bad memory. That day, when the lights were dim, you suddenly turned around, and I was just standing there in the shadows. Do you remember now?"

Inside the spacious cabin, it seemed that due to the hasty departure from the shipyard, many of the necessary decorative accessories were not complete. As a result, the lighting was somewhat dim and could not cover this space that exuded a cold, steely atmosphere. Therefore, with the light and darkness, Rod and I looked at each other and felt as if we had been transported to another world.

"I don't remember."

I exclaimed, "To be honest, that time was just like this moment."

"How can they be so similar?"

Mr. Rhodes squinted at me, slowly looking me up and down, as if trying to imprint me in his mind, but finally, his gaze settled on my hands.

To be more precise, it's on my left hand where I'm wearing the bronze ring.

…………

"No matter what, you are not allowed to participate in this operation and must be removed from here immediately!"

In the command center, Mr. Sparrow was smoking a cigar, vehemently refuting my suggestion, “In terms of secrecy, these three men are still suspicious and cannot be proven reliable; in terms of ability, they have no value whatsoever; in terms of status, what qualifications do a small-town sheriff, a boatman and laborer from an illegal local group, and a country bumpkin who has never seen the world have to participate?!”

Having been trained in the Edge World, Gray had long since developed a thick skin. I thought Kai would be furious upon hearing this, but he simply looked coldly at Spyro and slowly said...

"Sir, if I remember correctly, I have never introduced myself. May I ask how you came to know me, this insignificant 'boatman and laborer'?"

Sparrow was taken aback for a moment, then without arguing further, he went straight to Mr. Rhodes, "I lodge a protest on behalf of the Federation. You can decide what to do, sir!"

At this point, it was a blatant threat. I could sense his confidence and guessed that my plan wouldn't go so smoothly. It seemed I had to prepare to disembark temporarily and intervene in another way to complete the task Old Yorkson had entrusted to me.

But to my surprise, Mr. Rhodes, who had been observing the situation with a cold eye and deep in thought, actually spoke up under pressure.

“Mr. Sparrow, I think you’ve misunderstood something.”

The stern-faced middle-aged man stopped cosplaying as Shiku Ikari and slowly said, "After the controversial Southern Island and Northern operations, the federal government's decision-making intervention power has been abolished. The World Security Council requires that this X Project be carried out under the premise of full control..."

He produced an issued order and explained in detail: "Therefore, although this operation is ostensibly a joint effort by the Federation, the military, and the Academy, it is actually being overseen by our Wilmas Foundation on behalf of the University of Michigan, and the Cadwell Armory on behalf of the military, which withdrew in advance. Your identity..."

Sparrow roared, his face contorted with rage, "I can represent the Federation! My family holds 14.2% of the seats! Understand?"

But Mr. Rhodes remained unmoved.

"I'm sorry, but according to the World Security Council's deployment, this operation is being carried out by the secret intelligence organization S·P·A·R·R·O·W·S on behalf of the Federation. We are only taking Agent E's advice into account. Your exact identity this time should be an engineer at the Cadwell Armory and a secret advisor to the S·P·A·R·R·O·W·S organization. You cannot directly participate in decision-making. Please leave here for now."

Saying that left absolutely no room for decency; it was like pointing a finger at someone and saying, "This is Bilibili, you anime fans should be the ones getting lost." I suspect Spyro would be so angry he'd vomit blood on the spot.

When I saw that Sparrow hesitated for a moment when he heard about Agent E, I immediately thought that the man must be a highly experienced, decorated, and veteran agent comparable to 007.

After hesitating for a moment, he said angrily, "Mr. Rhodes! Don't forget, the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. organization was initiated by my father, and our family is the biggest sponsor! I am fully capable of..."

But before he could finish speaking, the tightly closed door to the central command room was opened, and a clear voice rang out first.

“No, the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S organization believes that everything should be directed by Mr. Rhodes at present, and we will not offer any suggestions on the plan.”

The slap in the face was instantly thrown at him, and all I saw was a bright red flash before my eyes, followed by a slender figure with short hair striding into the room, shocking everyone present.

In the silence before the audience could react, my gloating quickly dissipated, leaving only deep confusion.

Are you sure this is Agent E, and not...?

Ada Wong?

Chapter 630 The Big Bang is Art

A beautiful woman in a red dress, who looked remarkably like Ada Wong, burst into the room. After uttering those words, she quickly left the central control room, showing no desire to meet or chat with me. She didn't even glance at me, leaving me with only a sigh.

"women..."

Gray asked, puzzled, "Boss, do you know her? Why did you suddenly sigh?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't know her at all. But what's wrong with me looking at a pretty girl? Is that illegal?"

Gray shook his head: "No... but I don't think she's prettier than Karen, and I've never seen you look at Karen like that."

Oh, child, you really don't know the meaning behind this design.

A well-dressed outfit can have the superpower to instantly transform an ordinary person's worth of one thousand into ten thousand, complete with chartered flights and direct flights... cough cough, I've said too much. Anyway, wearing it gives you a special charm, so please don't get the wrong idea.

"Mr. Rhodes, does Agent E usually dress like this?"

Rhodes shook his head: "No, this mission was arranged at the last minute. Agent E seems to have been recalled while on vacation in the Southern Islands, so he hasn't even had time to change his clothes yet."

Oh, that startled me.

If the aesthetic standards of their so-called special intelligence unit S·P·A·R·R·O·W·S have reached this level, then I would first suspect that they are training some kind of special investigators.

Mr. Rhodes probably sensed my wandering thoughts and reminded me, "Don't talk nonsense in front of Agent E. Her reputation is much greater than you think. Putting aside her relationship with the Wilmas Foundation, she is one of the most difficult people to deal with among those who have been qualified to lead independently in the military."