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Jufeng and Vera, after hearing about Sisi's plight, felt an increasing sympathy for the girl. Since fate had brought them together, when the Cosmic Police came to sweep through, they could naturally take the opportunity to rescue Sisi from her suffering.
Of course, all of this depended on their ability to leave safely.
The more Vera interacted with Sisi, the more she liked the girl. Despite her troubled background, Sisi's deep yearning for the beauty of the world had never waned. More precisely, the harsh and cold reality had not affected her childlike innocence in the slightest. She still loved life, still cherished existence, and remained full of hope for the future—truly enviable and infinitely pitiable.
Sisi, true to her name, was like a solitary grass blade without support, yet she did not wallow in self-pity. Even when cast into the mundane world, she stubbornly clung to her desire for sunlight, as if storms did not exist for her. Even if they did, they seemed trivial compared to the sunshine that would follow.
From the heart, Vera asked Sisi, "Would you like to be my sister?"
Sisi had come here with a transactional mindset; although she did not feel sadness, she would suddenly be filled with joy at unexpected turns of fate. Especially when a big brother and a big sister showed her kindness—having another sister felt like one of life's most beautiful encounters.
"Yes!" With her mouth full of food, Sisi revealed a cute smile and excitedly replied, "From now on, Lary is Sisi's real sister! Sister, sister!"
Hearing those two words "sister," Vera was unexpectedly moved. On her eternally youthful face, apart from Jufeng's rare successes, this was the first time she genuinely smiled.
That smile was different from Sisi's cuteness but was equally one of the sweetest expressions in the world.
Jufeng suddenly thought that perhaps Sisi was not an additional burden; rather, it was a good thing for both women in the room.
It turned out that sometimes entering a woman's heart could not solely depend on a man.
Sisi's arrival was a subtle interlude; it would not affect the grand matters of universal peace in any way. However, Jufeng had already decided that taking a girl along would not be difficult as long as everyone could ultimately leave.
In the days that followed, life returned to normal. Yang Chou sent several groups of Terrorists out for Mining operations. However, due to rotations, both Yang Fang and Jufeng were temporarily resting. Their main responsibilities involved training exercises and overseeing weapons.
Yang Chou entrusted this task to his closest ally Yang Fang, who then passed it on to his most trusted Jufeng. This circular arrangement saved Jufeng quite a bit of trouble.
Hua Cheng and the others had already recovered from their injuries, so they took up their positions at the Armory. Jufeng had seen similar structures back on Pirate Planet, specifically the weaponry depot of the Azure Dragon Monk. It was thanks to Chuyang that they managed to turn a dire situation into a favorable outcome.
Thinking of Chuyang, Jufeng suddenly realized that it had been nearly two months since he had left his closest companions. Time flowed like water, leaving no trace behind, rushing by too quickly for anyone to hold onto.
He found himself missing home a bit! He hoped that things would wrap up here soon, with everything turning out as he had envisioned. Then, he could consider his mission accomplished!
Counting the days in anticipation, each day passed like any other—eating, drinking, and occasionally sparring to pass the time. The most frequent action was probably looking up at the sky. Sometimes Yang Fang would tease Jufeng about how he seemed to enjoy gazing sorrowfully at a forty-five-degree angle.
The sky was a deep blue, with only two or three swallows flying by at most; it was cloudless, without even a trace of anything extra.
Until one day, suddenly a black dot appeared in the sky. The Terrorists sounded the alarm, and the ground began to tremble.
"The Cosmic Police are coming!"
...
The moment Jufeng spotted the first black dot in the sky, he immediately rushed toward the Armory where Hua Cheng and the others were stationed. Because he had noticed it early and moved quickly, he arrived at the Armory just as the alarm began to sound.
The Terrorists had a defensive line in Outer Space, so that black dot wasn’t the arriving Cosmic Police but rather an early warning from the Terrorists. This meant that the Cosmic Police still had half an hour before they would reach this location. During this time, if they didn’t take action to stop it, a significant portion of the Terrorists would likely escape. Thus, in a sense, Jufeng and his team’s mission was just beginning.
There were about thirty guards at the Armory; five of them were Jufeng's group while over twenty remained. To gain control of the Armory in a short time, they needed to resolve the situation swiftly before most of the Terrorists arrived.
Fortunately, they had previously agreed on tactics, so there was no need for last-minute arrangements that would waste time.
When Hua Cheng and the others saw Jufeng rushing over, they immediately turned back and attacked the remaining guards. By this time, the alarm had already sounded, so the Terrorists quickly understood what their actions meant—they were undercover agents.
All seasoned fighters knew better than to sit idly by; thus, they launched a counterattack. However, by this point, Jufeng had already arrived. Under the pressure from this martial arts expert and with Chen Long's support along with Hua Cheng and his team, more than twenty Terrorists proved utterly incapable of putting up any resistance.
Of course, not everyone was involved in the battle during this time. Ning Xin rushed to the side, skillfully picking up a super-type machine gun, loading bullets and checking equipment in one swift motion. Then he turned and positioned himself at the door, aiming the gun outward, ready to strike.
This super-type machine gun, along with its belt of ammunition, weighed a hefty one hundred and fifty pounds. Typically, it required two people to operate on the battlefield, but Ning Pangzi could handle it effortlessly by himself, showcasing just how strong he truly was.
Showy did not immediately join the fray either; instead, he made his way to the mecha bomb storage with ease. He began to work tirelessly, transporting bombs to pre-calculated positions that had been determined long ago, securing connections and preparing for detonation at any moment. Each bomb reached its designated spot in the shortest distance possible, wasting not a second of precious time. For them now, every minute and second was invaluable.
Less than a minute after Jufeng entered the Armory, Ning Xin's machine gun roared to life. The sound of bullets echoed like a death knell, and outside the Armory, the terrorists fell like wheat cut down by a scythe, caught completely off guard.
Yang Fang was among those rushing in as well; however, he did not charge to the front and thus avoided being caught in the hail of bullets. Instead, he quickly concealed himself and observed the situation at the Armory. He couldn't fathom why their own people would shoot at each other—was there an undercover agent? But why had there been no warning signs?
Suddenly, something seemed to click in his mind. He cautiously raised his head and saw a stout figure firing at the door. Instantly, his mind went blank with a buzzing sound, frozen like a zombie, unable to comprehend what he was witnessing for what felt like an eternity.
(To be continued)
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