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The United Peace Army left with a sense of ambiguity, and whether they fled or not was of little concern to most.
The focus on the plain naturally shifted to the mechs emerging from the dense forest. Hua Cheng spotted his comrades, and the soldier's demeanor immediately came into play as he approached to discuss matters, particularly to report the details of the recent battle to the commander.
Initially, only a dozen mechs arrived, clearly of Azure Level speed. Before long, a large number of mechs appeared, accompanied by Fighter Jet transport planes, indicating a more complete unit had assembled.
Jufeng allowed Hua Cheng to handle the negotiations while he dismounted from his mech. He stood at the edge of a massive crater created by the Terrorist's departure, gazing thoughtfully into it. He leaped inside and began to pace, lost in contemplation.
Vera and Liu Gulang soon followed suit, jumping down from their mechs and standing at the edge of the crater, silently observing Jufeng's peculiar behavior.
Vera's presence clearly stirred a commotion among the Universal Police, especially among those survivors who had witnessed her stunning appearance during the last encounter. They stared at her in awe, unable to look away after dismounting from their mechs.
Beautiful women were not uncommon, but Vera's ethereal charm, reminiscent of a girl-next-door, was exceedingly rare. Coupled with her title as a Crimson-Class Mecha pilot, she was practically one of a kind.
After some discussion, Hua Cheng also dismounted and followed a middle-aged man respectfully towards Jufeng and his companions.
As he passed by them and glanced at Vera, Hua Cheng felt an overwhelming sense of shame. How could he ever aspire to be with someone so enchanting and capable? Only someone of Crimson Rank could be worthy of her.
With these thoughts in mind, Hua Cheng looked toward Jufeng as he approached from the crater, his eyes filled with admiration and envy.
Jufeng leaped up effortlessly, showing no signs of fatigue from the intense battle moments before. He warmly shook hands with those who reached out to him.
The middle-aged man had a friendly demeanor and spoke in a calm voice that was quite pleasant to hear.
"Hello, I am Steward Officer Gong Qingsheng from the Galactic Ironclad Corps."
Jufeng did not understand what position the Steward held, but since Hua Cheng was willing to stand behind him, it indicated that he was of a higher rank than a squad leader. Moreover, this person lacked the brashness typical of soldiers; he did not seem overly intimidating and left a good impression. Romain smiled back and said, "Hello, I am Jufeng, a Second Lieutenant from the Huaguo Yangcheng Military District."
This made Hua Cheng, who stood behind Gong Qingsheng, feel even more embarrassed.
Upon hearing this, Gong Qingsheng detected a hint of acidity in Romain's tone and couldn't help but tease gently, "A Crimson Rank Mecha Pilot shouldn't have such a narrow mindset."
Romain calmly withdrew his hand, scratching his head awkwardly as he explained, "It's about the matter, not the person. It's about the matter, not the person."
Seeing that Jufeng was not like other Red-Class Mecha Pilots who relied on their talents to bully others and were relentless, Gong Qingsheng's admiration for him deepened. However, given the current environment, he could hardly afford to indulge in such feelings; most of his emotions were overshadowed by sadness.
He turned his gaze toward the scarred land before them. The wreckage of machines still lay scattered about, and the acrid smell of mecha Shells lingered in the air. The entire battlefield was in ruins, evoking a sense of sorrow.
Gong Qingsheng couldn't help but exclaim, "They are all heroes of the universe! They sacrificed their precious lives for the cause of justice and will be remembered by the world!"
Jufeng, however, disagreed softly, saying, "If possible, no one would want to die here. So rather than lamenting here, it would be better for you to focus on investigating the Terrorists. The sooner we resolve this issue, the fewer casualties there will be."
Gong Qingsheng turned his head to look at Jufeng again and asked with mild suspicion, "Does Lieutenant Ju think there is some misunderstanding regarding the Terrorists?"
Terrorists had always been regarded as those with 'mental issues' who opposed the world and peace; their acts of terror were often labeled as revenge against society and humanity. However, Jufeng did not share this view—at least not based on what he had experienced today.
He raised his head; the clear blue sky was beginning to show some signs of dawn. The morning light was cold yet stubbornly starting to warm the land below. It remained uncertain how many days it would take for this place to regain its former vitality.
Romain finally fixed his gaze on the ground beneath him and said to Gong Qingsheng, "Steward officer, right here on this land, just moments ago when the Terrorists left, they personally detonated one of their companions. Can you explain that to me?"
The Terrorist was ruthless and bloodthirsty, killing his own comrades out of fear that they might reveal secrets if captured. There was no need for further explanation.
Hua Cheng thought this as he stood behind Steward, feeling quite puzzled. However, Liu Gulang and Vera, who were behind Jufeng, recalled the emphasis Jufeng placed on this matter and seemed to realize something different upon reflecting on the initial scene.
Gong Qingsheng had not witnessed the details, so he did not understand what Jufeng meant. "Please clarify, Lieutenant Ju," he said.
Jufeng gazed at the charred depression and recalled, "To kill someone inside a mech, for a predetermined target, only one Flow Cannon shot to the engine core is needed. Even to be cautious, two Flow Cannons would suffice at most. Yet the Terrorist expended such great energy that the entire land sank, and the mechs were scattered everywhere. Are they trying to kill people or destroy machines?"
Jufeng's words were spoken lightly, but they left Gong Qingsheng startled. There was a distinction between killing and destroying machines. Killing was motivated by fear of leaking secrets, but destroying machines indicated that there were secrets hidden within the mechs. But what secrets could a mech possibly hold? At most, it could record unknown communication sources, but there were limitations of time and space. If there were indeed any suspicious elements, it would likely be within the internal space of the frame.
The interior of a mech had less than one cubic meter of space, which could accommodate both Jufeng and Chuyang at that time. Was it possible that there were some unspeakable secrets inside the Terrorist's mech?
If it weren't for profit, the Terrorist would not take pleasure in retaliating against society. Gong Qingsheng understood this principle well. He said meaningfully, "It is about killing, but more so about destroying machines." After a pause, he continued, "Lieutenant Ju, if you have no urgent matters, why not take a break here? You saved so many brothers; we can at least repair your mech as compensation."
Jufeng looked out for a moment before returning his gaze. "Alright."
Seeing Jufeng agree, Gong Qingsheng's expression brightened. He then arranged positions for Jufeng and his companions and organized everything before the main force began to withdraw slowly.
The three of them boarded the transport aircraft, and those around them knew their background and left ample space for them.
Once he let down his guard, Jufeng felt quite fatigued; after all, his body was still in a weakened state.
He turned to Liu Gulang and asked, "What rank does this Steward hold?"
"Liu Gulang replied, 'In the Galactic Ironclad Corps, there is only one Steward officer for every ten battalions. They are similar to a Master role; they may not necessarily excel in mechs, but they are all top graduates from military academies.'
Jufeng understood and asked, 'What about the United Peace Army?'
'They are also a militarized force, but their focus is not on peacekeeping. In a sense, they act as guardians of Universal Commerce, backed by many commercial tycoons and conglomerates. Huankezhao is one of the main shareholders.'
Jufeng thought to himself that it was no wonder they were so arrogant; after all, they were wealthy and naturally carried themselves with confidence.
Having resolved his doubts, Jufeng casually glanced around. When no one was paying attention, he quickly slipped something to Liu Gulang. Liu Gulang was startled by Jufeng's action and looked down to see a chicken egg-sized purple Crystal.
Liu Gulang raised his eyes in inquiry, and Jufeng said lightly, 'I found this in a Terrorist's pit. Once you get to your location, find a way to return and analyze the results before coming back to me.'
It turned out that Jufeng's words were not without purpose."
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