Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 2538: Chapter 2530: Open Appearance

The Hesheng Production Base has become an isolated island and did not receive information from the outer space mini-observer in time.

The network is still there, just heavily impacted by the Insect Race, with insufficient bandwidth, and can only prioritize sending important information.

The current information is undoubtedly important and should be transmitted after filtering, but the officer on duty decided, "Wait, this is suspected to be the means of a mysterious force. Hesheng is somewhat entangled with them, do not transmit it temporarily... report!"

The result of the report does not need to be mentioned naturally; no one wants Hesheng to engage privately with the mysterious force, even the dense drizzle, the military does not wish the production base to be aware of it.

However, Hesheng knows on its own that after the rain, there might be changes, plus the base has also purchased meteorological analyzers, carefully protected, so this cannot be concealed.

But Hesheng indeed does not need to know this because under the rain clouds, they noticed another scene, one that shocked them—white mist rising amidst the drizzle, visibly thickening.

"The fog is peculiar!" Someone immediately reported loudly, "The Insect Race might be brewing other attack methods!"

The attacking Insect Race was still as reckless, and the production base’s firepower was outputting desperately, with hundreds of people ascending to the underground passage entrance, holding various weapons, among them a considerable number of females.

They were ready to rush to defensive positions at any moment to block more ferocious attacks from the Insect Race.

However, they waited a long time, almost an hour, without receiving an order to take their positions.

Yi Jue, under Ban Yu’s instruction, knew that the Insect Race was observing their side and could not use their methods thoughtlessly, thus first generated white mist around the production base, then used the Si Ganlin Divine Skill behind the mist.

Once the divine skill was deployed, those below Nascent Soul were unable to resist, the many insectoid enemies dying suddenly, unknowingly killed by—could it really be these tiny water droplets?

However, using this skill cost Yi Jue greatly, even though she was at the Nascent Soul Peak, killing over a hundred of the Golden Core, plus thousands of the dust realm along with countless Qi Refinement, how could the spiritual energy spent be small?

Thus, the task of picking up corpses was left to Feng Jun, as there were too many dead bugs, so he only collected the Golden Core Insect Tribe’s bodies, occasionally picking up a few dust realm ones, those were the kind of insectoids that tasted extremely good.

Yi Jue killed quickly, and Feng Jun collected quickly too, taking about ten minutes to complete the gathering.

After that, he spent another five minutes to store all the insect corpses into a Large Storage Bag—not that it could sell for many Spirit Stones, but crucially not wanting the Insect Race or the Federation to discover the secrets of the cultivator through the corpses.

For the remaining dozens of minutes, they waited for the production base to kill all the insects in the inner circle.

Due to the dense fog’s concealment, the insects at the front charge even failed to notice that their rear compatriots had been entirely massacred.

The defenders of the production base discovered something unusual, the intense gunfire gradually reduced, "Eh, the bugs are all gone?"

"Be cautious of a trap!" A commander shouted loudly, "Do not let your guard down, it could be a trap!"

Two minutes passed, and someone else spoke up, "Hey, the fog is thinning..."

A minute later, He Runxian rushed to the observation position on the ground, checked closely, his face showing an unconcealable smile, "Is this... No way?"

After a few minutes, the thick fog had become very thin, slightly obstructed by drizzles, but within everyone’s sight, not a single living insect could be found, "Are there no bugs left?"

"Beware of an illusion," someone loudly reminded, the warriors of the Federation understood this well.

Nonetheless, the Federation had methods to detect illusions, several instruments swept past, confirming to everyone, "There really are none... Have the insects retreated?"

"Report to command immediately," a soldier, growing impatient, began contacting.

At this moment, the sound of a loudspeaker echoed through the rain, "He Runxian? He Runxian, come out to talk!"

"It’s him!" He Runxian jumped high with joy, exclaiming, "It’s Mr. Broker, the Broker!"

As he was about to grab the broadcasting equipment for communication, a voice came beside him, "Mr. He, please stay quiet!"

The speaker was an officer, though only a major, but belonging to the military intelligence sequence, he could tolerate He Runxian coordinating internally or even commanding in battle, but engaging with the mysterious forces, no way, "This decision is not yours to make!"

"Hehe," He Runxian chuckled scornfully and retreated two steps, being very well acquainted with the Broker organization’s means, "Then go ahead... if one can come over like this, do you truly believe you can control the situation?"

"How would we know without trying?" The major picked up the transmitter, "Reveal your identity, do not misjudge, repeat... reveal your identity, do not misjudge."

"Get lost!" The other party’s temper was fiery, "A mere small major, what are you? Did I come to find you?"

"Repeat, reveal your identity, do not misjudge," The major’s voice remained unperturbed, "I come from the military intelligence department!"

"I don’t care where you’re from, get lost!" Something seemed to be moving in the distance, "He Runxian, if you don’t respond, I might leave soon."

"A space mech has been spotted in the distance," someone excitedly reported, "It’s coming towards us."

The major of the military intelligence department still felt a bit unwilling, but He Runxian spoke softly, "If there are no supplies, don’t blame me! Remember who caused your deaths."

Countless eyes instantly focused on the major of the military intelligence department, many of which belonged to the city defense army.

"What did I do that resulted in deaths?" The major of the military intelligence department threw the transmitter onto the table angrily, "I’m fulfilling my duties, okay? There might be a mysterious force over there; we’ve been trying hard to establish contact!"

"You’ve been trying hard to sabotage relations between both sides!" a one-armed man roared, having lost his arm twenty days ago.

"Alright, enough," He Runxian reprimanded sharply, grabbing the transmitter.

The room instantly fell silent; it was not just respect for the mysterious force, but also a desperate hope for survival.

"Sir, it’s been a while," He Runxian’s voice came through, "Are you... heading to the battlefield?"

"Definitely," Feng Jun answered without hesitation, "I heard you’re not doing too well now, so I swung by to take a look, turns out you’re really struggling, want to buy something?"

"There’s a lot I want to buy," He Runxian answered frankly, "But, would it be convenient for you to deliver?"

"Convenient," By the time he spoke, Feng Jun had already reached about a mile from the base, and then raised the arm of the mecha and waved, "Come out and talk if you want anything, I can’t be standing in the rain while you’re hiding indoors!"

He Runxian thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "Is it safe outside right now...?"

"Isn’t that a stupid question," Feng Jun snorted, "I’m right here, do you think it’s safe or not?"

"Sir, how could I compare to you?" He Runxian chuckled awkwardly, "Could you ease my mind a bit about the bugs outside... where did they all go?"

Feng Jun really disliked people probing into his business, but the way He Runxian posed his question didn’t irritate him; it was respectful enough yet not overly flattering, which is why people who can talk well often achieve great things.

So he explained a bit, "Anyway, they’re all gone; it wasn’t your doing, so why ask so many questions?"

He Runxian hesitated before asking, "So... can I wear the mecha too?"

Though he worked in management for over thirty years, he had served in the military, and in this world, as long as you have enough money, fitness and wellness methods are much better than in the Earth Realm. He could even fight while wearing a mecha.

"Your courage..." Feng Jun couldn’t help but tease, I wear the mecha to prevent others from analyzing my data, not because I’m afraid to die! But he ultimately answered, "You can wear a mecha, just remember to block communications and don’t bring any dubious people along."

Before He Runxian had time to reply, the major of the military intelligence department couldn’t help but remind, "Be careful, it might be a trap by the Insect Race."

He came to the production base not just to monitor He Runxian or try to contact mysterious forces.

He also had a very important task—not to let He Runxian fall into the hands of the Insect Race.

The Human Federation was eager to contact mysterious forces, and the Insect Race surely felt the same; the major even had an unspeakable mission—if he thought the situation was getting out of control, he had the authority to kill He Runxian.

In a situation like this, he certainly needed to warn—although the Insect Race’s mimicry ability might not be outstanding, their sound-mimicking ability was definitely superb. Achieving this situation just required a human from the Insect God Cult to wear a mech with Insect Race sound cooperation.

He Runxian was annoyed, glaring at him and retorting, "Enough already?"

"I think my concerns are necessary," the major stood firm, "How do you explain the sudden disappearance of so many bugs outside?"

"I don’t need to consider these," He Runxian coldly replied, "All I know is that the base lacks resources now, lacks everything. If I don’t go out, who will... you?"

"I absolutely can," the major answered straightforwardly, "Federation soldiers never shy away from death, I hope you’ll convey that..."

While they were talking, they hadn’t pressed the transmit button, so they weren’t worried about being overheard.

"Convey my ass!" came a crude voice from outside, "I only acknowledge He Runxian, a mere major... pfft, what a thing to say!"

Feng Jun was from Huaxia and had a natural affinity for soldiers, and the Federation soldiers in this world were not only iron-blooded but also had a strong sense of patriotism, which he admired greatly.

However, admiring Federation soldiers didn’t mean he enjoyed all the actions of the military intelligence department, so he didn’t hesitate to curse when necessary.

"From this distance... can he hear?" the major was initially stunned, then sneered at the air, "I don’t believe you alone could kill all those bugs outside."

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