Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Seeing that lewd grinning face rubbing against her hair, Qi Lin's face darkened, and she screamed, "Get out!"

Before his younger sister could completely lose her temper, Qi Yan seized the opportunity and jumped away a second before she could.

Seeing Qi Lin's little fist gradually clench, Qi Yan quickly changed the subject:

"To seize control of the prison, you need the help of professionals. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to operate these machines. What did you do with Patton?"

Qi Lin took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to beat Qi Yan up, and turned her face away, saying:

"After I stole the control room key from him, I put him in a freezer in my office."

"The word 'steal' was used very well; don't use it again next time."

Qi Yan muttered a complaint and turned to walk towards Barton's office.

When the brother and sister arrived at the office door, Qi Yan finally understood what his younger sister meant by "frozen".

The doors and walls of the entire office building were sealed with a half-meter-thick layer of solid ice by Qi Lin.

Qi Yan flicked the ice layer with his finger and shattered it, laughing, "This layer of ice alone is probably as hard as half of Jeston."

"What a strange way of measuring," Qi Lin muttered.

As the ice shattered, the door also crumbled into pieces under the lingering force of Qi Yan's snap of the fingers.

Behind the door, a fat man covered in frost fell and rolled a long way backward.

Patton clutched his head, his entire body trembling with fear, letting out a pig-like scream:

"Don't kill me, I'll do anything... Qi Lin? Are you here to save me?"

I knew that a lovely girl like you would take my keys and lock me in the room to protect me.

"Shameless! You think you deserve to be protected by my sister?"

Qi Yan stepped forward and stomped Barton under his feet, then delivered two powerful blows with his hands, one forward and one back.

Barton's already chubby face visibly grew even rounder, but even so, his attention remained focused on Qi Lin:

"If you wanted to kill me, would you, a lovely girl like you, do it yourself?"

Seeing Patton's infatuated state, Qi Yan couldn't help but chuckle in exasperation:

"It seems that to invalidate authority, there is another prerequisite: one must possess a sufficiently strong mental will."

Chapter 179 Run! Run to the bottom of the prison!

Patton clearly does not possess the strong mental will that Qi Yan described.

Even now, facing the threat of death, he couldn't shake off the authority of being the 'world's cutest god'.

Seeing that Barton was incorrigible and staring intently at his younger sister, Qi Yan mustered all his strength and punched Barton twice, leaving him with a black eye.

Amidst Patton's pig-like screams, Qi Yan grabbed his hair and said viciously:

"Come with me to the control room and teach me how to operate this prison."

"No, those people will put me in jail too!" Barton cried out in despair.

Qi Yan threatened, "If you help me, you'll be locked up in jail; if you don't, I'll kill you right now."

Patton seemed to be on vibrate mode, his body trembling like a leaf.

Even so, he kept his eyes fixed on Qi Lin, without shifting his gaze in the slightest.

Qi Lin said indifferently, "Teach him."

"……it is good!"

Patton immediately gave in.

Seeing this, Qi Yan was furious and punched Barton twice more, then dragged him like a dead dog all the way to the control room.

After being bombarded by the Originium bomb detonated by Robin, the control room was in complete disarray.

Patton, sporting dark circles under his eyes, examined Qi Yan thoroughly for a long time before nodding in approval.

"Although some functions are damaged, it can still be driven normally."

Qi Yan rubbed his hands excitedly, pushed Patton aside, and sat in the driver's seat: "Then what are we waiting for? Which one is the accelerator, which one is the brake, and where is the steering wheel?"

"There is no steering wheel; it is operated by commands."

Barton began to ramble on and on, explaining to Qi Yan how to operate the panels.

After some tinkering, Qi Yan finally figured out the general functions of the dazzling panel, and with a wave of his hand, he pushed the power lever to the highest level.

A loud bang echoed from Mansfield Jail, and everyone felt a tremendous force strike them, causing their bodies to tilt uncontrollably.

The massive mobile city-state launched itself across the land, kicking up clouds of dust that blotted out the sky.

Patton scrambled to his feet, horrified. "Slow down! Pull the brakes! The prison structure can't handle this speeding up!"

Which one is the brake lever?

After Patton pointed out the brake lever, Qi Yan raised his hand and snapped it in two: "The brakes are gone. This journey is one of only moving forward, not backward!"

Amid Patton's heart-wrenching screams, the prison's speed increased rapidly, like a husky running wildly.

After Qi Yan quickly mastered the operation, he slapped Barton again.

"Which one is the map? Show it to me, lock onto the nearest natural disaster, and turn on the broadcast. I remember Chernobog had this thing back then."

Patton almost doubted that he had heard correctly.

It wasn't until he received another slap that he quickly put aside his chaotic thoughts and obediently did as he was told.

On a huge screen, a map appeared, and with a series of operations by Barton, a natural disaster that was brewing was successfully located.

Natural disasters have never been lacking on this land.

But this was the first time Patton had ever seen someone deliberately heading towards a natural disaster.

Qi Yan was too lazy to explain, so he took the microphone from Barton and turned to look at Qi Lin:

"Run! Run to the bottom of the prison!"

Qi Lin glanced at her older brother, then at the microphone in his hand, and seemed to realize something. Her expression changed slightly, and she decisively turned and fled the scene.

Only after Qi Lin's figure had completely disappeared from sight did Qi Yan bring the microphone to his mouth, his lips involuntarily curving upwards.

"It's rare to drive such a cool luxury car, how can we do without a special background music for racing?"

Trimont, Colombia, Military District Headquarters.

A soldier, his forehead glistening with sweat, rushed into the leader's office.

"Commander Blake, something terrible has happened!"

Inside the office, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, with an ordinary appearance but a very composed demeanor, looked up at the soldier who had barged in, his brows slightly furrowed.

“As an elite Colombian soldier, you should maintain basic composure. Barging into my office without prior notice means I could easily shoot you dead!”

The soldier felt a chill run down his spine, but managed to regain some composure. He quickly stood at attention and saluted, "Yes, sir!"

Blake waved his hand, not wanting to waste any more time on this, and asked:

"Efficiency is equally important; report what you discover."

"It's Mansfield Prison. Just ten minutes ago, it suddenly veered off course. We've contacted the nearest city-state and sent a reconnaissance plane to confirm the situation."

After listening to the soldier's report, Blake didn't react much, only his brows furrowed a little more.

He slowly stood up and directed, "Go to the surveillance department."

Blake's every move exuded a calm and collected elite demeanor, which gradually calmed the soldier's initial panic.

The soldier quickly turned around and began to lead the way.

The two quickly arrived at the surveillance department, and as soon as they opened the door, they heard a chaotic commotion of screams from inside.

"It's crazy, absolutely crazy!"

"The prison's route is up a steep slope ahead; at this speed, it'll definitely crash... Wait, it's turning. At this speed and angle... Drifting, it's drifting!"

"Grandma, I must be dreaming. I actually saw someone using a mobile city-state to drift across this land."

Blake's eyes remained calm behind his sunglasses. Although the gasps of surprise from the crowd stirred a slight ripple in his heart, his expression remained unchanged.

He knew that as the highest-ranking commander present, he had to ensure that he remained the calmest in any situation.

Only in this way can morale be stabilized.

Sure enough, when the soldiers in the monitoring department saw Blake, they all forced themselves to calm down.

Blake took a few steps forward, stood in front of the monitor, and silently watched the out-of-control behemoth speeding across the land.

Due to the driver's rough handling, the structure of Mansfield Prison has shown visible deformation and collapse.

What exactly does the other party want to do?

Blake fell into deep thought.

At that moment, a soldier rushed to Blake's side and reported, "Sir, we've detected that Mansfield Prison is broadcasting some messages via full-band radio. Should we make contact?"

"If the call connects, it must be their declaration. Whether it's a terrorist attack or some other purpose of retaliation, we must find out their intentions."

Blake made a decisive decision and immediately ordered the connection to be made.

Including Blake, everyone in the monitoring department held their breath and focused intently on analyzing the broadcast information.

"Water ballet, Indian hunks, Indian rice, kick out the feeling... shrimp catcher, Atong died visiting Buddha, Haier King Tebi... take your mom flying, Tu Arui kicked the wrong butt, oh~"

The strange yet dynamic syllables, sung by a boy's clear voice, sounded like a death knell from hell to everyone's ears. The melody transformed into a merciless giant hand, churning wildly in their heads.

"Oh no, my ears! My head is going to split open!"

"Grandma, what are you saying to me? I can't hear you. Don't wave at me. I don't want to leave. Waaah..."

"Shut it down! Shut it down now! It's a sonic weapon!"

Blake's face contorted in pain as he clutched his head, his sunglasses flying off.

With astonishing willpower, he stumbled toward the radio receiver and punched it with all his might.

The terrifying singing abruptly stopped, and everyone in the monitoring department collapsed to the ground, their bodies convulsing uncontrollably.

Blake, still breathing heavily with lingering fear, looked up at the prison still raging on the screen, unable to maintain his composure and calm any longer.

Then, his eyes widened suddenly: "What are they planning to do along this route? There are natural disaster clouds over there!"

To Blake's horrified and bewildered gaze, the massive prison crashed headlong into the dark, monstrous cloud of destruction.

Chapter 180 I can’t laugh anymore

If we're talking about what kind of news spreads the fastest, it's definitely gossip.

News of an attack on Colombia by an unknown force, the hijacking of the famous Mansfield prison, drifting aimlessly across the land before crashing into a cloud of natural disaster spread like wildfire.

However, soon, all the parties watching the show received follow-up information.

Shortly after Mansfield Prison entered the range of the calamity cloud, the cloud that was brewing dissipated.

The leaders of all the various factions simultaneously came to the same conclusion.

On this land, only those transcendent gods have the power to control natural disasters.

At this moment, no one could laugh anymore.

In the unknown wilderness, Rhodes Island ships were traveling at a leisurely pace along their own course.

In the corridor inside the ship, Kroos's already fair face turned even paler with fear.

She ran wildly to the door of Kal'tsit's office and threw herself at it, pounding on it frantically.

"Kal'tsit, I know you're in there, open the door!"

The brand-new metal door opened, and Kal'tsit appeared behind it. Before she could speak, Kroos pounced on her.

"Something terrible has happened! Qi Yan has gotten into trouble again!"

Kal'tsit sidestepped Kroos, showing little surprise, and even returned to her desk to take a sip of her coffee.

After suppressing her helplessness with the bitterness of the coffee, Kal'tsit slowly spoke: