Qing Chen smiled and carefully put away the black box containing Yi's data: "I'm leaving. I'll find you a new carrier as soon as possible."
With that, he slung his parachute over his shoulder and walked outside.
As soon as the air fortress reached the coastline, he leaped from the sky and plummeted toward the ground.
At an altitude of 8,000 meters, the sky seemed to be within reach, and the mountains and rivers appeared small.
This was his first time skydiving.
Qing Chen descended from the sky, watching the massive black aerial fortress gradually recede into the distance.
He didn't need to think that much anymore; all he needed to do was hide himself before the King's Landing and the Storm City fleet clashed.
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Inside the King's Landing air fortress.
Yi sat with his legs crossed on the high command seat, resting his chin on one hand.
The next moment, Yi's mental world was completely immersed in the aerial fortress, waiting for the arrival of Storm City's fleet.
Soon, it saw a dense formation of ships appear on the radar. This was no escort mission; it was clearly a hijacking of the air fortress.
The communication channel reopened, this time with a male voice: "Please descend immediately and hover at 1800 meters. Repeat, please descend to the designated altitude within 12 minutes, or we will take countermeasures!"
As per her agreement with Qingchen, once the air fortress encountered the fleet, she would end the procedure and allow the air fortress to continue flying.
But the problem is... One can be deceiving.
This time, she's going to kill someone on her own initiative.
Sitting alone in the command room, she muttered to herself, "I'm not some little girl. I've lived for a thousand years. What haven't I seen?"
In an instant, the hive of the aerial fortress opened completely, and countless teardrop-shaped drones buzzed wildly.
However, this seemingly chaotic swarm of drones was actually orderly, with six drones locking onto an enemy airship and rapidly approaching.
The moment artificial intelligence begins to participate in the war, the 'control' skills that human ace pilots are so proud of will be worthless!
Only one is the king of the sky.
Yi demonstrated his unparalleled micro-management skills. The scattered drones shuttled through the sky, yet skillfully dodged attacks time and time again. However, at the moment of contact between the two sides, not a single drone crashed. Instead, the enemy fleet immediately suffered casualties.
Not only that, the fighter jets and airships on the deck of the King's Landing air fortress also took off.
Storm City's fleet was more than ten times larger than Yi's, densely covering the sky.
On the other side, facing such a massive fleet, Yi was like a lone warrior on the battlefield, raising his longsword and carrying the banner on his shoulder, charging towards the sky in front of dozens of people!
Soon, the enemy fleet also launched a swarm of drones. Faced with such overwhelming numbers, Yi's room for maneuver became extremely limited.
Yi sat in the command seat, watching intently, trying his best to do every detail well. Even the quantum computer processor in the air fortress began to overheat and overload.
She needs to calculate countless ballistic parameters and attack trajectories in an instant, and each parameter requires massive computation to be accurate.
Of course, a single calculation is nothing to a quantum computer, but tens or hundreds of thousands of algorithms stacked together will create a large amount of redundant data.
With a "poof," a blade processor in the quantum computer burst into flames, and some of the drones suddenly lost control and were destroyed by the enemy.
But Yi didn't care; she could still persevere.
One after another, the blade processors exploded, and she wiped out a full quarter of the Storm City fleet!
However, at that very moment, from the farthest point of the azure sky, a white beam of light, like thunderbolts, suddenly pierced through and struck the King's Landing air fortress squarely!
In a mere instant, the outer deck of the King's Landing was pierced, creating a huge crater.
Yi, sitting in the command seat, exclaimed, "Wow! They actually have a trump card that can penetrate an aerial fortress? If this thing goes to the Federation, who wouldn't be confused... Qing Chen should have hidden it well, right?"
She stopped fighting and went back to Nikita's room, standing still just as she had when she first discovered the robot.
A second later, Yi's eyes lost their luster. She deliberately ended the procedure to avoid giving Storm Duke's men any clues in the ruins.
One minute later, the aerial fortress began to plummet uncontrollably.
It burned with enormous flames, billowing black smoke, and crashed to the ground like a meteorite.
With a deafening roar, a massive shockwave erupted, and the power bay inside the air fortress suddenly exploded. The 6,000-degree Celsius heat vaporized all the luxurious furniture and clothing inside.
The steel was melted into a white liquid, dripping down like molten lava.
The King's Landing air fortress, which had served for 70 years, crashed on the western continent, with no survivors.
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A female voice rang out from within the Storm City fleet: "Duke Storm orders the first fleet to descend and analyze the wreckage of the King's Landing. He needs to know exactly what happened on the King's Landing. In addition, the second fleet is to search the entire coastline, with life detectors and phased array radars operating at full power, to confirm whether anyone has reached Storm City territory via the King's Landing."
At a command, the massive fleet immediately dispersed. On one of the airships, a young woman sat on the flagship, watching the battle video over and over again.
Looking at those drones whose combat techniques were so sophisticated, she felt that this level of operation was beyond what humans could achieve.
Return countdown: 48:00:00.
The search operation continued from day to night. The second fleet conducted cross-searches again and again, their radar covering the entire coastline, but to no avail.
Soon, they launched a new round of searches.
Time passed indefinitely. From the shallows of the azure Forbidden Sea, Qing Chen emerged from the deep sand. He had been using Knight Cloud Qi to support his breathing and had been hiding at a depth of 6 meters for more than ten hours before finally daring to come out.
As soon as he appeared, a huge crab charged at him, extremely aggressive.
This is a characteristic of the Forbidden Sea; sea creatures are extremely interested in any food that can make them stronger. The giant octopus that swept away the Class A airship earlier was probably sensing the power within Nikita's corpse.
Fortunately, this was just a shallow area, otherwise he would have been in danger.
Qing Chen didn't hold back. He stunned the other person with electricity in the seawater, then grabbed the other person's pincers and swam to the surface of the sea.
He hadn't eaten yet, so he was grateful for nature's bounty.
He swam quickly to the shore, and after catching his breath for a moment, Qingchen carefully took out the black box from his arms. Only after confirming that it was sealed in its outer packaging did he slowly breathe a sigh of relief.
Qingchen disassembled the giant crab, stuffing the raw crab meat inside into his mouth piece by piece and chewing until only an empty shell remained.
belch!
Qingchen carefully buried the crab shell in the sand. He stood up and glanced at the sky... He had to find the nearest farm before it got completely light.
He wanted to find a new identity there and infiltrate Storm City.
Qingchen walked inland, and the waves carried away all his footprints.
Chapter 801, Some Unscrupulous Commoner Actually Tries to Harm Me
As dawn broke, Black and Asian slaves were already tending the vineyards in the fields of Farm 18.
Qing Chen moved among the grapevines, the winding, hanging vines providing him with perfect cover.
Some Black and Asian slaves noticed the sound, but when they turned around, they could see nothing and assumed they were hallucinating.
As the slaves tended the grapevines, they chatted amongst themselves: "I heard that someone went to war with the Storm City fleet this morning. Could it be that the rebels have arrived?"
"Shh," a slave whispered, "You don't want to live anymore? How dare you discuss the resistance? What if the chip behind your ear hears you?"
“Didn’t you hear what the people in town said? That chip is just for location tracking, it doesn’t have any eavesdropping capabilities,” the black man said nonchalantly. “I heard the rebels advocate for the emancipation of slaves…”
"What does this have to do with us? The rebels can't beat Storm City's fleet! Hurry up and take care of the garden. The butler arrived at the manor last night. I heard that Earl Kennedy's eldest son is coming to vacation with his friends. Apparently, they're here to celebrate acquiring something new in the Superconducting World... The butler told us to clean the manor thoroughly this morning. If there are any dirty or messy places, everyone will be punished."
When the butler was mentioned, everyone fell silent, as if they all wanted to avoid talking about him.
A black slave said, “I heard that Earl Kennedy’s eldest son is here and is looking for clever and quick-witted people to go to Storm City with him. Apparently, he wants to find five people to work in the Superconducting World to assist him. My father wants me to secretly slip some money to the steward so that he can recommend me to the young master. I heard that working in the city is much easier than on the farm.”
The slave trade in the Roosevelt Kingdom was a very regulated market; they had a complete system for the slave trade and a market for selling slaves.
Once a person becomes a slave, the administrators will inject a microchip bomb behind his ear, which will trigger a control program that can be operated on a mobile phone or other electronic device. All that is needed is to download a slave app.
Once the app is opened, the slave owner can see a map showing the location of their slaves, as well as their heart rate, blood oxygen data, and daily steps.
When trading slaves, citizens need to pay a 1% deed tax, and then the control of the slave will be transferred from the other person's app to the new owner's app.
In the kingdoms of the Western Continent, buying a person is as easy as buying a tomato.
If a slave manages to extract the chip, it will immediately explode.
At this moment, Qing Chen also extracted an important piece of information: Earl Kennedy's eldest son will arrive at this seaside farm for a vacation today!
Since it's a vacation, I'll be returning to the city soon, and maybe I can sneak into Storm City by joining the party.
As you walk deeper into the farm, you'll see a pure white, high-tech building in the distance, covering an area of over 2,000 square meters. If you consider the usable area of the villa, including the second floor and basement, it would probably be over 6,000 square meters.
Qing Chen crept over quietly, reached the edge of the building, and nimbly slipped into the second floor of the villa like a gecko.
He listened quietly and heard a male voice scolding, "I told you before, the second-floor floor must be wiped clean bit by bit with deerskin to make sure there are no water stains. Are you slacking off again? Lift up your skirts!"
After he finished speaking, Qingchen heard the sound of a whip striking human skin, more than ten times in a row, and the person being whipped was sobbing softly.
He was stunned for a moment. This kid's playing pretty weird!
The man cracked his whip, grinning maliciously as he said, "All five of you come to my room tonight. I'm going to teach you slaves a lesson for the boss. Alright, put your skirts down. Stop crying and whining, or the young master will beat you to death. Get to work now! Clean every corner and crevice! Lazy slaves deserve to be slaves forever!"
This is not Earl Kennedy's son, but the butler who arrived earlier to make preparations!
Now Qingchen roughly understands why the slaves on the border would rather play Peace Elite on a deserted island than come back.
Slaves have no human rights; they are like a herd of domesticated livestock.
Qingchen took a small mirror from the dressing table in the room and quietly peeked out. He saw four or five Asian female slaves quickly get up to fetch the deerskin cloth, while the Asian butler, dressed in a black vest and white shirt, arrogantly inspected the various places and gradually walked towards Qingchen's room.
The butler entered the room, his eyes scanning every corner like a hawk's, looking for dust and cobwebs.
Suddenly, he felt someone behind him. He turned around sharply to look behind him, but found nothing there.
He let out a soft "hmm," then sneered, "The air circulation in the room is abnormal. You think you can really escape my notice?"
This butler is actually a superhuman!
The butler suddenly retaliated by striking behind him, but to his surprise, he found that his fist was being held tightly in someone's hand. A current of electricity surged through his palm, and the butler trembled like a sieve.
Qing Chen sighed inwardly, "What the hell are you pretending for, you're just a C-level?!"
Judging from your tone, I thought you were an A-level student; you almost gave me a fright!