Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 742 - 740: What the Hell! It’s You

"How you compile internal materials, what does it have to do with me, a common civilian? The experts should just close the door and fight it out among themselves."

Lin Qi's expression of indifference tightened, replaced by a thoughtful look.

Humans, when encountering Spirit Beasts, especially those ancient relics that miraculously survived in ruins, usually use cruise missiles to accurately blast them to ashes, then go over to scrape the bone ash.

After all.....

From past experiences, those ancient relics in the ruins have long gone mentally unstable, making normal communication impossible, and their appearances have turned into something twisted and strange.

Humans, in a sense, have never truly had formal communication with the ancient survivors.

And Master Fuli's power...

Is probably at the [Primordial Level], or in Western terms, the [Deity Level].

"Old Li....." Lin Qi muttered to himself, glancing sideways at Li Wenkang and calling out.

"Hmm?" Li Wenkang responded, looking perplexed at Lin Qi, who spoke halfway but then stopped talking.

"Once Fuli returns, we'll head to Xia Dong. For the next week, I'll host a banquet at Jiule Grand Hotel, and your Security Bureau must show face to attend our [Lin Clan's Holy Beast Ascension Banquet]....."

Lin Qi's expression lightened up, almost bursting into laughter: "Lin Ying deserves to be the heir of Xia Country's Lin Clan, reliable in her actions."

"When Master Fuli says to invite, they truly invite back."

Li Wenkang's lips twitched: "......"

"Daddy flew up..."

Little Angel stared blankly at the night sky, turning her gaze to the two o'clock position, whispering: "Olomon might actually die on the research ship....."

"Such absolute overwhelming power is surely unreachable by the initial stage [Tree of Discernment Between Good and Evil]."

Always giggling, Little Angel, upon witnessing Master Fuli's heavy blow, showed a faint hint of melancholy on her cheeks, as if worrying.

Olomon is quite interesting, sharing very similar humor points with her, so Little Angel also greatly enjoys watching Olomon's TV productions....

If he dies at sea, the subsequent [Game of Power Struggle Season 67] might be indefinitely suspended.

And no one knows...whether the elite female lawyer in the trailer can break out, or if she'll be surrounded like the male lawyer in Season 43.

"Alas..." Little Angel's face was full of worry, stroking her face as she muttered, "Had I known, I would've paid for the early broadcast..."

...

Unlike inside the island chapel where the mood was easygoing and people even had the mind to make fun of each other,

The research vessel and the frigate that followed the destroyer fell into a dead silence.

Despite being several hundred kilometers away from Peace Island, what happened in the island's waters was still being transmitted in real-time via reconnaissance aircraft.

Two multirole jets, after completing their bombing mission, suddenly went missing, not due to information interference, but directly indicated as crashed.....

"Impossible...."

"This kind of thing, absolutely impossible....."

The destroyer's commander was furious, heavily slamming the instrument panel in front of him, letting out an angry roar so intense that even the "huffing" noise from his backside was audible as gas leaked.

Yet at this moment, the crew in the bridge had no mind for silent mockery over the fact that the commander, Old Li, had once again been disturbed by gray dolphins and octopuses last night.

Their faces were pale, staring blankly at the data displayed on their respective screens.

Covering up the crash of two multirole jets wasn't so simple; they were equipped with trackers on their airframes.....

Exposing this incident would not only cost them their bonuses, they might be fired, and even imprisoned.

The commander...would definitely be picking up soap, for in prison, the old Mexicans and blacks are notorious for sexual extortion.

"Commander, right now we..." In the bridge, the crew sitting at the console turned around, hesitantly asking the commander: "Still need to continue executing...."

"Execute!"

The commander slumped in his chair, spoke harshly: "Immediately execute! If we execute, we can still get rewards; if we don't, we lose everything..."

Clearly, due to the fighter jet's unexpected crash incident, the destroyer's illegal voyage will certainly implicate everyone, dragging them all down to pick up soap and share prison snacks with old Mexicans.

Though he isn't the mastermind, going to prison is an undeniable fact.

Completing the mission now, those lords on the research ship can still give him rewards, even bring him into the [Extraordinary World].

If he backs down now, not only will he go to prison, he won't earn rewards nor gain human connections.

The commander doesn't care what those lords behind him are thinking now.

Even if they wish to stop actions, the commander will forcibly launch missiles, cook the rice under pressure, and conclude the whole incident.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even have enough money to hire a lawyer.

"Lock onto the chapel's location on Peace Island, launch all those damned vertical launch missiles and blast that devilish island to bits..."

The commander gloomily slammed his fist onto the metal panel, letting out a vicious low growl, his sinister gaze silently warning the people present.

We're all in the same boat, don't think you can avoid court by backing down now.

"......."

After a brief silence, possibly due to the commander's hand lowering into his pocket, the crew members turned back to their stations, started locking onto the coordinates given by the lords, prepared for a round of salvo.

"Boom——"

The first cruise missile cold-launched, ejecting straight from the vertical launch cell, started to ignite after leaving the scope of the destroyer, dragging white smoke, vaulting toward high altitude, began adjusting its trajectory.

"Boom——"

The cruise missile completed its ignition process, departing over the destroyer's top.

But just then.

A silver-white light directly struck the freshly launched cruise missile.

"Boom——"

A blazing red light suddenly exploded in the public sea sky.

A white figure flew out from the blaze, a not-so-large fox spread its arms, holding a silver Triangular Hammer, heavily smashed onto the destroyer's vertical launch unit.

"Bang——"

Master Fuli abruptly raised his foot and fiercely stomped on the newly opened vertical launch cell cover, forcibly suppressing the hydraulic device with sheer physical strength, accompanied by the sound of metal breaking, the half-opened vertical launch cell was resealed.

"Let the destroyer's commander come out, Master Fuli wants to severely fuck him!"

Master Fuli lifted his hand, inserted the Triangular Hammer into the vertical launch unit, using his mind to control, paralyzing the destroyer's vertical launch cell entering firing stage.

Master Fuli glanced sideways, eyes icy, looking toward the bridge direction loudly speaking in foreign language.

But.

Master Fuli saw clearly the male seated in the commander position in the bridge, his expression paused, asking full of surprise:

"How is it you?"

"Didn't the gray dolphin wreck your big bottom?"

In the bridge, the commander stared wide-eyed.