Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Isn't it a bit much for Mr. Qi Yan to humiliate the President like this..."

"You call this humiliation?" Qi Yan chuckled. "The real humiliation has only just begun. Guess whether I'll find the game first, or your bird president will call back first?"

Blake thought to himself, "That's definitely going to be the second outcome."

Because... this is a military-grade tablet terminal, how could it possibly have games on it!

The video call started almost simultaneously with the roar in Blake's mind.

Qi Yan answered the call casually.

The image still shows Jackson trying to fake a smile as Old Man Deng, with President Bird on his shoulder, looking somewhat gloomy.

"Mr. Qi Yan, let's stop this pointless probing."

The blue bird said in a deep voice, "Although this is only our first meeting, I have already read through your information no less than a hundred times. Similarly, I believe that with your abilities, you are already very familiar with my information."

I, Mark Max, President of Columbia, sincerely convey Columbia's goodwill to Mr. Qi Yan.

"Oh, I am truly humbled," Qi said in a nonchalant tone.

mark:"……"

It struggled to resist the urge to hang up, maintaining a calm and proactive tone as it said:

"Under your leadership, Terra has entered a new era. The hidden dangers in the north have been quelled by you and the doctor from Rhodes Island. In the short term, they are no longer a threat, but rather a natural treasure."

Countless countries and NGOs are eyeing that piece of the pie, just waiting for you or the PhD to announce the start of the competition.

The Black Hole Protocol, the competition rules proposed by that doctor, has now been published in its initial draft on the main internet and is registered under the name of the 'Terra United Association' founded by Mr. Qi Yan.

"You want a piece of the pie? Then go find the doctor." Qi Yan had no interest in Mark's speech.

Mark shook his head, and a hint of human-like majesty even appeared in his round eyes:

"Columbia, a treasure trove in the north, is certainly not to be missed, but compared to that, I am more concerned about another major event in Terra, something that truly concerns the future of Terra."

The altitude of the sky is constantly being updated.

6152.31 meters, this is the original height of Terra's sky.

But now my technicians are reporting that this number is constantly increasing. Mr. Qi Yan's massive external network, those creations of the Deep Blue Tree, are feeding on Terra's skies, slowly pushing open the gate called the World.

Mark paused briefly, and seeing Qi Yan listening silently, it spoke again:

“You and I both know what Christen got from my father, you and I both know what Christen is doing, and you didn’t stop her, you even supported Christen’s actions.”

Colombia is willing to stand with you on the same side and become your strongest shield and sword.

We will unite all wills, we will seize all truth.

This is my best tribute—to a bygone era—by Columbia President Mark Max, and also the most sincere tribute to the new era represented by Mr. Qi Yan.

Applause erupted inside the military jeep, reaching Mark's ears across the distance via communication barriers.

Mark slightly raised his head.

It believed that Qi Yan would be very satisfied with its excessively luxurious gift.

"Mr. President, your speech was truly inspiring." Qi Yan stopped clapping. "However, I have a suggestion."

"You should think about one thing first before making these statements."

"what's up?"

"First, think about whether you are qualified."

Chapter 1161 Qi Xiaobai: A Man of His Word

Mark's feathers were visibly fluffy.

It felt that if it were speaking to Qi Yan face to face at this moment, it might not be able to resist the urge to fly over and peck Qi Yan's head hard.

It was the tablet screen that saved my bird's life and your white feathers!

Mark secretly vowed to himself.

The fake smile that served as a bird stand made Old Man Jackson's expression slightly ferocious.

Mr. President, your claws are hurting me a little!

"Are you angry?" Qi Yan asked with a smile on the screen.

Mark took a light breath, his tone still calm, but with a hint of regret, and said:

"It seems that Columbia has not satisfied Mr. Qi Yan, but Columbia is still willing to be friends with Mr. Qi Yan."

"Why didn't you realize this sooner? Why did you have to offer your face up and let me slap you first?"

Qi Yan ignored Blake, who was already terrified, and said with an unchanged smile, "I can guess what you're up to. You just see that I have a good relationship with the Sarkaz and that the Sarkaz are living a more and more comfortable life, so you're eager to try and take over my banner as if your pants are on fire."

But you've got one thing wrong. If I went to Kazdel now, not only would everyone hate me, but those guys led by Theresis certainly wouldn't give me a friendly look either.

The Sarkaz have never been my vassals.

"...It seems I did make some mistakes."

Mark didn't delve into these matters and replied compliantly, "I hope my mistake won't affect the friendship between Columbia and Mr. Qi Yan."

"Hey! Send them all, buddy!" Qi Yan waved his hand magnanimously.

Mark was unsure whether to nod in agreement or pretend he hadn't heard such vulgar language.

Just as Mark was struggling with his decision, he heard Qi Yan speak again:

"Since we're buddies, can you do me a small favor?"

Mark didn't rush to agree, prioritizing his consideration of Qi Yan's behavioral logic.

This guy seems to talk a lot of nonsense. He does some truly earth-shattering things, but he never pretends to be profound or mysterious.

Or rather... if it were something truly important, this guy wouldn't ask for others' opinions. The fact that he's proactively asking like this probably means it's some trivial matter about disciplining someone.

Thinking of this, Mark nodded readily:

"Please speak."

Seeing that Mark did not refuse, Qi Yan's face lit up with undisguised excitement, and he clapped his hands to explain:

"Here's what happened. I was in a hurry at Experiment Base 359 and agreed to a little kid's wish. It was really a very, very small wish."

"We're adults, we can't just lie to kids, can we? Breaking our promises would be setting a bad example for them!"

"Mr. Qi Yan is right."

Mark patiently agreed.

Qi Yan greeted him with the enthusiasm of someone seeing a close brother:

"Great, then let's settle on this."

"Okay... so what is it?" Mark was getting impatient with Qi Yan's repetitive talk.

"Let my brat pluck a few of your bird feathers," Qi Yan said with a smile, revealing the truth.

mark:"……"

It was prepared to be wary of Qi Yan's zero-frame start, but who would have thought that this guy would start playing with an extremely long wind-up again!

How can it defend against that?

“Brother Mark, it’s settled then.” Qi Yan smiled and raised his hand, his finger hovering over the hang-up button on the screen. “You can have Jackson take some time to visit Rhine Life sometime, and I’ll bring my kid along too. We’ll get this done for her.”

After saying that, Qi Yan hung up the video call again before Mark could try to make amends.

With her wish fulfilled, Qi Yan leaned back in her chair, stretched, put her hands behind her head, and raised an eyebrow at Blake beside her:

"How was that? Was it fun? Look at how I made fun of your bird CEO, his feathers are all puffed up."

"Heh...hehe, hahaha."

Blake forced out a few dry laughs.

He felt no surprise at the thought that his car had suddenly been locked onto by missiles from the Special Administrative Region.

"Stop laughing, it looks like you're crying," Qi Yan said disdainfully. "I helped your military get revenge, and now I'm asking you to do me a small favor. That's not bullying, is it?"

Blake wanted to swear.

"Please speak freely, Mr. Qi Yan!"

"Go find Loken for me and break one of his legs."

Blake counted on his fingers, then said blankly:

"Holliya has one leg, the Chief Executive has one leg, so where is the military's leg left?"

Qi Yan looked at Blake and smiled without saying a word.

Blake felt a sudden chill in his crotch.

A roadside shop on the outskirts of Trimont, thirty kilometers from the city.

A strange man wearing a brown trench coat, brown suit pants, and a brown top hat stopped in front of the shop counter.

"Hello, four large hot dogs, double cheese."

“Okay… *Colombian swear word*, buddy, what’s going on with you?” The shop owner glanced at the newcomer instinctively and let out a low gasp in fright.

The man raised his mechanical arm, an old-fashioned pipe between his fingers, and adjusted the tie on his white shirt with his other hand, exuding the air of an urban white-collar worker, if one ignored his mechanical arm and mechanical head.

“I’m sorry I startled you,” the strange man said gently. “Because of some past experiences, I now need an exoskeleton to live.”

The shop owner, while preparing the ingredients, chatted with a cheerful smile:

"Scared? No way, this is so cool!"

Was this something those tech companies did? They're always like this, doing all sorts of ridiculous experiments with no bottom line... Oh, sorry, was I being a bit rude?

"I'm used to it. Can I smoke?" the strange man said nonchalantly.

"You're in this state and you can still smoke?"

The shop owner, looking surprised, packed the hot dog and handed it to the man, saying, "Feel free to sit on any of the chairs around here."

The strange man lit his pipe, casually found a chair, sat down, and began to eat a hot dog with the odd combination of taking a puff of smoke and a bite.

He had just finished three hot dogs when he saw an SUV drive up to the outdoor shop.

Two girls, one older and one younger, got out of the car. The petite girl was wearing a loose coat that didn't quite fit her size. She was led by the hand of the girl who looked like her older sister, a woman, towards the shop counter.

The strange man's gaze swept over the two girls from the film industry, finally landing on the SUV. Through the tinted windows, he saw a blurry figure in the back seat, head bowed, fiddling with a terminal in his hand.

"The three people in this tiny SUV are all quite heavyweights," the strange man joked.

After Kal'tsit ordered, she left Rosemary to wait alone at the counter, while her green eyes looked at the strange man. She then turned and walked up to him.

The strange man greeted them with an undisguised teasing tone:

"It's a pleasure to meet you, young lady. Let me treat you to this meal."

Chapter 1162 Kal'tsit: I'm here to cause trouble.

Kal'tsit looked at the old acquaintance in front of her, showing no emotional reaction to his teasing:

"What should I call you now?"

"I'm called 'Xiren' by my colleagues, and my name reflects my personality."

The tin man showed Kal'tsit his mechanical arm: "Speaking of which, it's been a long time since we last met, Lord Kal'tsit. When was the last time we met?"

"On the day Theresa held her coronation ceremony after the war, most of the Sarkaz who still had feelings for Kazdel turned their attention to her, and you were no exception."

Kal'tsit had clearly known the undead hiding in the mechanical body for a long time, and she got straight to the point: "You've come here on behalf of the Melander Foundation. What brings you here?"

"My lord, your question is precisely the reason I have come here."

The Tin Man took a deep drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke spread meaninglessly inside his mechanical body.

He exhaled the smoke, which had no effect, and sighed, "No one dared to say anything about that gentleman's visit. Many people were happy about it, while others inevitably fell into worry."

But no one dared to question the man, so I, a poor laborer, was pushed forward to ask Rhodes Island what business they had here.

"Rhodes Island does not represent Qi Yan, and Qi Yan does not represent Rhodes Island," Kal'tsit gave her answer.