"Just ask, don't make a move." Xia Yan reached out to push Zhong Yi's arm away, but found that the latter didn't move at all.
"I'm afraid you're being naughty." Zhong Yi said bluntly: "You just said that this Titan attacked the dragon-level ability users in your organization because it regarded them as potential enemies that broke into its territory, right?"
"Yes."
"That's really weird." Xia Yan felt the strength on his left shoulder increasing, and Zhong Yi's questioning followed: "Aren't you also at the dragon level? You're not far from Kraken, why isn't it there now? Are you so good if you are noisy?"
After Zhong Yi's reminder, Yun Ming and Jiang Yao also realized something was wrong: either Xia Yan, including the Fuxing organization behind him, were lying; or the Fuxing organization's inference was wrong. The latter is reasonable, but if the former is true, then the Renaissance organization will be very unhappy.
"Hmm...well, it was my negligence. I didn't expect you to notice the small loopholes in my words so quickly." Xia Yan said this, obviously acknowledging his guilt. Yun Ming and others were waiting for him to tell him the reason, when something suddenly happened: "Xia Yan", who was half-stretched by Zhong Yi, "softened" without any warning, like a deflated inflatable doll. All that was left in Zhong Yi's hands was an empty diving suit.
"Jin Chan escaped from his shell! Will he do this again?" Yun Ming asked. He had only known Xia Yan for a few days and had little understanding of him, but it was obvious that Zhong Yi, an old acquaintance who had worked with Xia Yan for several years, could not explain the current situation.
"I'm not that good at naming. I call this trick Water Image Clone." Xia Yan's voice came from the three people's headphones: "Everyone, I'm sorry for doing this."
"You really have a lot of unspeakable secrets." Zhong Yi complained in a rare way.
Xia Yan also had a headache: "Don't associate me with the title of Backstab Master. After all, the main force cannot be without me."
"With one Dragon-level Elliot and half a dozen Ghost-level players, it would be outrageous for this lineup to still be able to compete with the Titans."
"Ahem," Yun Ming coughed: "Brother Zhong, I think he should be there to supervise the battle."
Yun Ming has six years of rich mercenary experience, and his acceptance of "teammate betrayal" and "teammate's failure to do their job" is much higher than Zhong Yi, who was born in the regular army. He quickly I figured out the cause and effect:
The ones facing Kraken on the frontal battlefield were a group of new escort officers headed by Elliott. Except for Kim Vallarillo, the old guard, and Cavelin, the others had never met the new master Gordon. It would be too unrealistic for this group of people who had just surrendered a few hours ago and were extremely lacking in loyalty to fight for their lives. The Renaissance Organization had to send a strong man to suppress the situation, and Xia Yan was the best choice.
"Yun Ming is right, I am with the frontal attack team now." Xia Yan explained: "Your task is relatively light and things are simple. My existence is useless except to help you lead the way. So I used this clone instead, and the reason I didn’t tell you... was simply because I was afraid that I would not go into the water without a few of you."
"True and sincere." Jiang Yao had been betrayed so many times that she didn't even bother to get angry.
Yun Ming let out a long sigh: "Okay, let's open the skylight and speak out. First, let's open the communication channel of Elliott and others to us. We need to know the real-time dynamics of the operation and make decisions on our own when necessary, without the need for the command of the revival organization."
"It's easy to say, that's all."
As soon as Xia Yan finished speaking, various sounds came from the headphones of Yun Ming and the other three:
"Can you give birth to more babies?"
"The place to stay is still too small."
"Now this scene reminds me of the fairy tale of Jack and the Beanstalk..."
"Why don't you kick me out of the group chat? It seems like it's all meaningless chatter." Jiang Yao quickly turned down the volume: "What on earth is your frontal attack team doing? Why did you mention "Magic Beans"?"
"No, it's nothing. They are just preparing vehicles for action."
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About ten minutes ago, near the Hurricane, a large green disk lay in front of the cruise ship.
They are giant water lilies with a diameter of more than fifty meters. There are twelve of them, and they will soon take on the dual tasks of transporting the attacking team and establishing a foothold on the sea.
"Yelena, can you make a few more water lilies?" On the side of the Hurricane, Xia Yan set up a pergola with his hands and observed the sea: "This water lily looks big, and the place it can provide to step on is still better than the vast sea. too small."
"If I could, I would have done that a long time ago." Yelena leaned on the railing to save some effort. After thinking about it, she simply sat on the deck: "It's really tiring. With my ghost-level power, I can only push it to this level. plant. My mental energy has been exhausted. Don’t call me when you lead the team to charge later, I won’t be able to recover.”
Yelena, a combatant of the Renaissance Organization, a user with ghost-level abilities, and a strong person code-named "Gardener", was defeated before fighting.
"Uh... Okay, but what I want is a manned platform with mobile functions. Look at this..."
"Why are you so anxious? Isn't this grown out?"
Following the direction of Yelena's finger, Xia Yan saw a wonder of nature: giant clover with leaves as big as a wind mill rising from the center of the water lily.
"Here, propeller."
Jin, Maehara Douyang, Wade and others all jumped on the water lilies and looked around, but Elliot was not among them. He is different from others in that he does not need to ride on water lilies: earlier, Elliott searched the surrounding sea area, and the sunken ships and aircraft of the Southeast Asian Navy's Second Fleet became his "liquefied" materials. At this moment, he was standing on a small flowing island made of various metals, practicing his attack methods. If Yun Ming were to observe here, he would definitely have a sense of déjà vu as Professor Robert Callahan (the villain in the movie "Power Rangers").
"Huh?" Xia Yan frowned coldly.
"What's wrong?" Yelena asked.
"The clone I created using water imagery was discovered by my old colleague." Xia Yan's expression was extremely difficult: "It's not easy to deal with. I'll talk to them first."
A few minutes later, Elliot stepped onto the Hurricane, and Xia Yan on the other side had just finished negotiating with Yun Ming.
Facing the strong sea breeze, Eliot struggled to light a cigarette and smoked it beautifully: "Ugh...it sounds like you've been defeated by repeating the same old tricks."
Xia Yan didn't want to take his trouble: "Are you ready for the warm-up? We will be ready to go in five minutes. You are the coach, so don't let your guard down at the critical moment."
"Hahaha, I know what you mean." Elliot flicked the ash into the sea: "Don't worry, the cigarette I'm smoking now is clean and has no filler... Of course, you can trust my self-control force."
In fact, Xia Yan believed that Elliot would not sabotage the entire operation because of marijuana, but this trust was not given to Elliot himself, but to his identity as a dragon-level ability user.
As mentioned in the previous article, the physical quality of a person with abilities is directly proportional to the level of the ability. At the dragon level, alcohol, anesthetics, toxins and other products have very little impact on ability users. Even the poison carefully prepared by Kanbalang cannot kill Hiroshi in a short time, which naturally includes some poisons. thing. Of course, what I mean here is that it’s okay to take in the normal amount. If the road is narrow, it would be weird to kill a half ton and 180 kilogram immortal, and it will be exhausted.
Therefore, Elliot's real addiction is actually "heart addiction". His body will never call the police because of the withdrawal of marijuana.
As soon as the conversation changed, Elliot began to verbally retaliate: "It's you, as the war supervisor, please stop playing tricks that don't make it on the stage."
"Don't worry, the Water Image Clone move is really useless if you don't have time to prepare."
"Hoho, that's good."
The yin and yang conversation between Xia Yan and Elliot was naturally transmitted to the headsets of the three people underwater through electrical signals.
"It's not good." Yun Ming tapped the side of his helmet, temporarily exited the public channel, and pulled Zhong Yi and Jiang Yao into a newly opened channel for communication. Zhong Yi and Jiang Yao couldn't see clearly Yun Ming's expression under the mask, but the tone was obviously very bad: "Brother Zhong, Miss Jiang, we have to be prepared for the operation to fail and run away efficiently."
"Uh... don't be so pessimistic, right?" Jiang Yao was puzzled: "Not to mention that two dragons are more than enough to deal with one titan, but purely from the perspective of our mission, the difficulty and danger are not high."
"You can't settle the account like that." Yun Ming shook his head decisively, and raised three fingers on his right hand: "Based on my several years of mercenary experience, the three major conditions for success are time, location, and people. This operation is the same. Not even occupying it.”
"The Renaissance Organization's rescue plan was hastily finalized, almost equivalent to a slap-on-the-head decision. This was due to lack of time;"
"The battle with Kraken is located at sea. I believe that the Renaissance Organization must have used some methods to reduce the inconvenience of sea combat, but it is not as easy as land. This is a small advantage."
"In the end, there was no peace. I don't need to elaborate on this."
After each point, Yun Ming stretched out a finger. After finishing three sentences, Yun Ming's right hand was clenched into a fist: "Do you understand? This operation of the Fuxing Organization, in my opinion, only needs three words... …”
"Make a great death."
