"Tsk," Wang Shuai grumbled, quickly following Yiyi down. Xiao Xian glanced at the cave entrance, then at the pile of withered grass not far away, furrowing her brows. She hesitated no longer and entered through the cave entrance as well.
Once Xiao Xian and the others disappeared into the entrance, several figures appeared where the pile of withered grass had been.
Understanding each other without words, the international students responsible for guarding the area imdiately took off running towards their respective national stations. Within the confines of Area 51, it’s impossible to use normal communication devices; only the most primitive ans of human relay can transmit ssages.
Among them were students from Australia, France, and Japan and South Korea, who had also been keeping a constant watch near Area 51 day and night.
Within half an hour of receiving the ssage, several groups of people had arrived at the scene.
Before they reached the site, they saw from a distance a group from the U.S. delegation. "Huh, just earlier, there was clearly no sign of U.S. lookouts. How did they get here faster than us?" Anna’s group was the closest to the Maff Lake District and thought they’d be the first to arrive, but unexpectedly, Aisha and the others were even earlier.
"Damn it, look ahead," the once wide-open space in the Maff Lake District was suddenly filled with dozens of military trucks, with high-caliber machine guns and mortars aid at the international students arriving by low flights.
Above, a few military helicopters hovered in the sky.
"You have two choices: serve the U.S. military or experience the enthusiastic welco of the latest Air Force equipnt," Aisha stood at the recently discovered black cave entrance, fiddling with her golden hair, her eyes flashing with an oppressive gleam.
"Damn it, this exchange student activity isn’t simple; it’s a trap," said the group including the Roster family and international students from multiple countries, who found themselves surrounded in the Maff Lake District.
"You realized it too late," said Michael, sticking his chubby, seemingly harmless face out from a helicopter, "Exotic practitioners, your existence is both a treasure and a weapon more terrifying than nuclear weapons for the nation. As a direct agency of the state, we’ll do everything possible to possess this treasure. Of course, if you want to fight to the death, you can give it a try."
Fury ignited in Little John Roster’s chest as he stepped out from the crowd, glaring at the U.S. exchange students standing at the cave entrance, especially at the silent Zhou Ziang: "Aren’t you afraid of inciting retaliation from our family or even our entire country by doing this?"
Aisha laughed so hard she almost swayed: "Dear Little John, relax, I don’t intend to kill you all. It’s much more useful to subdue you than to kill you. I forgot to tell you, my mother, the most powerful alien practitioner Lady Celeste, has developed a new type of control technique. With this technique, even Golden-level Cultivators can only obediently follow orders. What do you say, Ziang?"
Aisha, her fingers lacquered with red polish, gently touched the face of the hitherto silent Zhou Ziang. His face was expressionless, his eyes rely reflecting Aisha’s silhouette.
After learning that her mother had developed a new form of Beast Control Technique usable on humans, Aisha begged to have Zhou Ziang as the first test subject.
Last night, after Xiao Xian used the Shrinking Land into Inches technique and entered Area 51, Zhou Ziang intended to imdiately leave the U.S. delegation, relying on his unique sense of connection with Xiao Xian to head to Maff Lake. Midway, his spatial Spiritual Power suddenly went out of control, and he had to seek help from Lady Celeste.
In the midst of this, he fell into Lady Celeste’s trap.
Now he was no longer Zhou Ziang; he was Ang, the U.S. leader.
Listening to Aisha’s words, the international students exhibited hesitation. They were all elites, and becoming re puppets was worse than attaching themselves to the U.S. At least that way, they could remain conscious.
Moreover, among so many present, except the Golden-level Cultivators capable of withstanding heavy-duty weaponry, most were only Silver-level Mutant Practitioners, finding it difficult to evade such dense attacks.
Death, becoming a puppet, or surrender.
Gradually, people began stepping forward from the crowd towards Aisha and the others.
The smiles on Aisha and her group’s faces grew more evident, while Zhou Ziang stood there indifferently, as if everything was unrelated to him.
"Brother," after the initial anger, Anna cald down and looked at Little John.
Unlike the others, they were from the long-established Christopher Family, and their family’s glory and self-respect wouldn’t allow them to succumb to vile enemies under duress.
Behind her, her few companions felt the sa; none moved a step, all eyes fixed on Little John. At this mont, whatever Little John said would be their sole command.
"It seems you, Little John, are not planning to yield, Ang, go teach them a lesson," Aisha’s brows furrowed; she knew well that the hard bones of the Christopher Family were not easy to bite.
Little John’s strength was unquestionable, and Zhou Ziang was no weaker.
The two suddenly leaped into the air, clashing mid-flight.
"Let’s leave this place to Michael, we should go down as well," Aisha snorted, "Ye Heng, follow us down."
Ye Heng had already pledged allegiance to the U.S. delegation the night before.
Aisha and the others filed into the underground black hole.
On the aircraft, Michael ordered, "Open fire."
Machine guns and mortars on the trucks all aid at the last dozen or so unyielding exotic practitioners. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to cast your recomndation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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