Two!
Fang Xin’s spirits lifted involuntarily.
His expression was filled with excitement.
That meant that besides Judge Number Eleven, Judge Number Two was also here today.
According to the Judicators who correspond to the Seven Kings.
Judge Number Two and Judge Number Eleven were a pair.
However, what was currently uncertain was which faction Judge Number Two belonged to, or if he was acting alone.
The Ninth Division’s Judge Number Eleven had a lower serial number, so he couldn't detect Judge Number Two, but Judge Number Two could detect Judge Number Eleven.
In other words, Judge Number Two had activated a 'wallhack'.
Fortunately, like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, Fang Xin also had an 'advantage'.
The aircraft gradually stopped in the areas each team was supposed to guard.
Each Battalion was also divided into detailed small sectors.
Fang Xin glanced at the time.
Finding the King of Reincarnation was not Fang Xin’s team’s mission; their mission was to prevent other forces from approaching.
Fang Xin looked at his palm, confirming Judge Number Two’s location, needing to first determine which faction Judge Number Two belonged to, to avoid putting his own side at a disadvantage.
Judge Number Two’s direction was not in the area he was guarding, but for the past half-day, Judge Number Two hadn’t moved.
Fang Xin opened his zhilian device and directly accessed the internal surveillance of the building in that direction.
With previous experience, Fang Xin could now perceive the approximate location of the other party through the degree of swelling of the numbers in his palm.
Following the direction he perceived, Fang Xin locked onto a coffee shop. Through the real-time surveillance footage from inside that coffee shop, Fang Xin’s gaze fixed on a figure sitting in a corner.
The figure sat in a booth in the corner, holding a coffee cup, sipping coffee, and looking out at the bustling street. He had chosen his seat well; the surveillance could only capture his profile, but it was still possible to see a smile on his lips.
Fang Xin checked other camera angles, but found that this person had not shown his face once on surveillance from the moment he entered until now.
He held up his zhilian device, pointing it directly in that direction. Many infrared images of figures appeared on the zhilian device. Among the many figures, Fang Xin selected the one he had seen on surveillance earlier, then tapped to check it. A 'Locked' prompt appeared on the screen.
“Xin Ge, it’s time to go!” Shi Tailang said.
Fang Xin led his team off the aircraft.
Zhang Zhen sat still to the side, and the three other small teams also didn’t move. The short man who had previously spoken up for Fang Xin said again, “Zhen Ge, during a mission, shouldn’t we avoid causing trouble like this?”
Hearing this, Zhang Zhen squinted at the Fat Man, “What’s wrong, Meng Xiaofeng? Getting cold feet already?”
“It’s not getting cold feet. After all, during a mission, if we keep giving him attitude and something goes wrong with the mission, we won’t be able to bear the responsibility.”
Zhang Zhen chuckled, “Isn’t he a Battalion Commander? Since he’s a Battalion Commander, what could go wrong? Even if something does go wrong, wouldn’t it be due to his improper command? If he’s not capable, then he should step down!”
Sitting next to Zhang Zhen was a young man with a buzz cut, “You’re just a coward, Fatty. Aren’t you just afraid because he’s Old Master Ye’s grandson? Don’t worry, Old Master Ye is an upright person. If Fang Xin messes up due to his own lack of ability, Old Master Ye won’t blame us. Just put your walnut-sized heart and sesame-sized guts back in your belly.”
Meng Xiaofeng said helplessly, “Hong Ping, you misunderstood me. What I mean is…”
Zhang Zhen stood up, “Alright, stop arguing. It’s time to go. I’m not insisting on killing him. After all, he’s Old Master Ye’s man, and we don’t have the guts for that. But catching an opportunity to make him suffer a bit, to make him return in disgrace and give up his position, that’s what I want to do!”
As Zhang Zhen stood up, the others followed suit and got off the aircraft.
Tai Shi Bo seemed to always be half-asleep. He stood on the rooftop, yawned, and idly raised his hand to shield his eyes as he looked into the distance.
“Guard your respective assigned areas. If any area encounters any problems, the nearest small team will provide immediate support at the fastest speed.”
After speaking, Tai Shi Bo yawned again and walked towards the edge of the building. Fang Xin looked along the edge of the building.
He saw Tai Shi Bo jump from the hundred-meter-high building and land squarely on the ground, instantly splattering into a puddle of flesh. Even from such a distance, a 'splat' sound involuntarily echoed in Fang Xin’s mind.
Fang Xin was stunned. Several Ninth Division members of the same generation as Fang Xin were also stunned.
“What? The fight hasn’t even started, and our team leader is dead from falling?” Shi Tailang stared wide-eyed at the ground below.
But no sooner had he finished speaking than Tai Shi Bo, who had been a puddle of flesh, stood up, reassembled himself into an upright person. Even the blood on his body flowed back into him. After standing up, Tai Shi Bo looked left and right, picked up an eyeball from the ground, took out some clear water from his spatial ring to rinse it, and then put it back into his eye socket. As if nothing had happened, he yawned and walked into the distance.
Fang Xin and the others stared at each other.
What the heck...
Fang Xin realized that all these named individuals definitely had extraordinary Talents.
No wonder so many people looked down on Strength Talent.
They couldn't perform tricks like others; in a fight, it was just kill, kill, kill, a physical charge.
Fang Xin was with Bai Yulin’s small team. Li Bao’er was too dull, Shi Tailang was too noisy. As for Bai Yulin, Hei Yulin would only appear during combat. In normal circumstances, Bai Yulin’s sister usually took the lead, and he could also admire Bai Yu’s fair and tender long… long face.
The few of them placed their zhilian devices on the ground. Lasers shot out, connecting end to end, eventually forming a hexagon. Then, each beam extended upwards, transforming from lines into planes, forming a hexagonal prism that encased the group.
If one were to look from the outside, they wouldn't see a small team stationed there at all. Everything was transparent, as if they were invisible.
Fang Xin looked at the upgraded zhilian device.
After getting the zhilian device, he had originally wanted to continue investigating his parents’ case, but he didn’t expect to be brought to execute a mission on his first day as a new official.
The top priority right now was the King of Reincarnation.
From Gong Siyuan’s words, Fang Xin could easily tell that the Ninth Division’s approach to the King of Reincarnation was not like the Church’s “obey or die,” but rather a soft approach. However, it wasn’t just negotiation; it was also firm within its gentleness, as Gong Siyuan had said, they absolutely could not let other forces succeed.
He glanced at the numbers on his palm.
Then he used the zhilian device to look at Judge Number Two, whom he had been monitoring earlier.
Only then did he realize.
