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Chapter 522: Let Your Superior Speak to Me
Chapter 522: Let Your Superior Speak to Me
To be honest, Feng Bu Jue actually felt more at ease after being locked in the cage.
Back on Earth, this would’ve been like being cuffed and loaded onto a prison transport. It was the difference between a prisoner in custody and a fleeing suspect—those in custody were effectively "under control." As long as he didn’t resist violently, the enforcers even had to ensure his safety. But for fleeing suspects? Any sudden movement could mean instant gunfire.
Now that he’d been captured, Feng Bu Jue felt bold enough to interact with his captors. He shouted, “Hey! Where am I? What planet is this? Shrugging Planet?”
Language barriers were automatically handled by the system’s translation function. Whether the player spoke classical Chinese, used idioms, or relied on dialect slang, the system would convey the meaning precisely—no need to worry about miscommunication.
“You have no right to ask questions, intruder,” Jie Jie Jie Jie replied. “Take it up with the interrogators.”
“I am Jie Jie Jie Jie. Capture Plan 3 has been completed. First Squad requests return to base, over.” Jie Jie Jie Jie immediately reported via communicator.
“Return approved. Over.” This time, the restoration came swiftly.
Thus, Jie Jie Jie Jie led the eleven mechs of First Squad back toward their military base. Feng Bu Jue stood silently on the robot’s palm, waiting.
Though he no longer had to run, the situation was far from comfortable. The robot’s metal hand had been scorching under the sun, making the temperature inside the “palm cage” just as sweltering as outside. Red sunlight filtered through the gaps, searing Feng Bu Jue’s full-length suit like a grilling iron. He practically felt like sizzling yakiniku meat.
“Hmm… He claimed to be an army lieutenant. So I’m dealing with the military, not police,” Feng Bu Jue mused to distract himself. “Calling me a spy for stealing military secrets seems a stretch. What secrets could there be in this endless desert?” He exhaled a hot breath. “Oh… A weapons testing ground? That makes sense.”
“Ugh… It’s getting hotter,” Feng Bu Jue tugged at his collar, smoke curling out from the seams. “Look at these guys’ thick police uniforms and helmets. Their tech must’ve invented air conditioning, right?” He wiped sweat dripping from his brows. “If they’re all heat-resistant by nature and their machines are built for high temperatures… I’m in for a rough time.”
Just then, a disturbing thought struck him: “Wait… What if they try to take my clothes off? Like, dissect me for research?”
Luckily—or unluckily—he was overthinking. With the system’s protections, such scenarios were impossible…
——
To keep it short, roughly ten minutes later, Feng Bu Jue spotted a desert fortress.
It was an imposing structure, easily fifty meters tall. Its shape could be described in one word: a massive “M.”
“Where to start complaining…” Feng Bu Jue muttered, throwing a 【Wild Ball Fist】 at the air. “Dodging some famous fast-food chain’s trademark is probably unavoidable…”
“First Squad has returned. Requesting entry, over,” Jie Jie Jie Jie contacted the base again.
“Gate 3 is ready. Proceed there, over.”
“Understood.” Jie Jie Jie Jie acknowledged.
Soon, the eleven mechs marched toward the right pillar of the “M.”
When they reached the fortress, all mechs halted. With a mechanical roar, a massive gate ahead slowly opened.
The gate was clearly designed for large vehicles. Opening revealed a sloped asphalt runway leading underground. Led by Jie Jie Jie Jie, the mechs filed in one by one. Behind them, the gate sealed shut, blocking the red sunlight. White light strips lining the runway’s sides replaced it.
“Phew…” Feng Bu Jue exhaled deeply. “So even without AC, it’s much cooler once you’re out of direct sunlight.”
After descending further, they reached the runway’s end—a semi-circular space the size of three football fields. The curved edge held six uniquely-shaped tunnel mouths, each leading to a separate runway. The straight side featured four massive mechanical doors, each dozens of meters tall.
Strange symbols marked the four doors. When Feng Bu Jue focused on them, the system translated the glyphs into plain text: the Arabic numerals “1, 2, 3, 4.”
“Oh… These symbols look kinda interesting,” Feng Bu Jue remarked, completely ignoring his predicament. He studied the alien characters’ shapes, as if eager to learn a new language.
“Lieutenant Jie Jie Jie Jie and First Squad reporting for duty!” Jie Jie Jie Jie halted their mech before an officer, opened the cockpit, and stood up to shout.
The officer wore a teal police uniform and a peculiar pointed hat. Raising three fingers on his right hand (he only had three), he tapped his forehead. “Well done, Lieutenant. I’ll take it from here.”
“Yes, sir,” Jie Jie Jie Jie mirrored the gesture—a salute in Shrugging Planet’s military.
After acknowledging, Jie Jie Jie Jie sat back and tapped controls. Instantly, the “palm cage” around Feng Bu Jue deformed and unfolded.
In the next second, four heavily-armed Shrugging Planet soldiers encircled Feng Bu Jue.
Now up close, Feng Bu Jue could study the aliens’ appearance. Besides shoulder height, their faces were vastly different from humans’.
The Shrugging Planetians’ faces weren’t flat like humans’. Instead, they were narrow in the center and wide-flat on both sides, like fish. They had two eyes, each bulging from the sides of their cheeks—clearly granting them a wide field of vision (if not for their shoulders blocking the way).
Their nose-like organ lacked a nasal bridge, with a dozen tiny nostrils clustered at the narrow face’s front, resembling phone receiver holes.
Their mouths were mostly human-like, though the wide cheek structure made theirs appear broader.
Feng Bu Jue observed for a while but found no ear-like organs on their heads. He theorized their hearing organs might be at the back of their skulls or elsewhere on their bodies. Given evolutionary theory, ears wouldn’t logically reside on the sides of their heads—their shoulders blocked those areas anyway.
“Earthling, you understand our language, don’t you?” the officer asked.
Feng Bu Jue stood still, his expression calm as he replied, “Yes.” After scanning the alien’s appearance, he began silently studying their weapons.
The four soldiers around him held metallic objects, poised in a stance ready to fire at any moment. The firearms in the Shrugging Planet soldiers’ hands resembled Earth’s models but differed slightly in design.
The Shrugging Planet aliens’ eyes, neck angles, shoulder joints, arm lengths, and even the number of fingers all deviated from human anatomy… These physical differences inevitably influenced their shooting habits, which in turn shaped the firearms’ structure.
“Oh? You can actually speak our language?” the officer remarked, slightly surprised.
“Apologies, sir. He did speak a few words to us after being apprehended, but I failed to report it,” Jie Jue Jie Jie interjected from above.
“No problem, lieutenant,” the officer replied without looking, then turned back to Feng Bu Jue. “So… you’re an old-school Spy, huh… Earthling.”
Feng Bu Jue, who had watched countless spy films, immediately delivered a sharp response: “Hmph…” He started with a cold snort, followed by a disdainful gaze. “May I ask for your rank?”
“Hmm?” The officer sneered. “I’m Colonel Ku Ku Ku Ku of the Shrugging Planet Army.” He paused, then added, “And… may I inquire your esteemed identity?”
“Hah!” Feng Bu Jue barked a laugh, his expression hardening. “Bring your superior to talk to me!”
Ku Ku Ku Ku paced back and forth, scrutinizing Feng Bu Jue from head to toe. “Hmph… You, a prisoner in chains…” He spat a glob of translucent Shrugging Planet saliva onto the ground. “Still so arrogant?”
“Hmph…” Feng Bu Jue tilted his head back but said nothing. His unspoken message was clear: I have nothing to say to someone of your caliber.
“Alright… You want to resist, huh…” Ku Ku Ku Ku glared, nodding slightly. “Brave.” He gestured to the soldiers. “Take him to the interrogation room.”
Before the words faded, a soldier behind Feng Bu Jue shoved him forward, barking, “Move!”
“Pushing me?!” Feng Bu Jue suddenly snapped, unleashing a ferocious roar.
The unexpected, almost hysterical outburst stunned the soldier frozen in place.
“I’ll walk myself,” Feng Bu Jue added two seconds later. He then strode forward with an air of arrogant confidence.
Ku Ku Ku Ku took a deep breath, suppressing his irritation. Straightening his collar, he issued orders to the first squad before departing with the soldiers.
……
One might wonder: Why did Feng Bu Jue shift from compliant to reckless after being captured?
This was simply called “the past being the past.”
Earlier, Feng Bu Jue had severely lacked intelligence, hence adopting a cooperative attitude. But now, with basic knowledge of the scenario’s setting, the situation had drastically changed…
Upon entering this scenario world, Feng Bu Jue had been utterly clueless about its rules. Back then, he dared not offend anything, for he was an extremist. His philosophy was simple: “If I crushed a cockroach, and that cockroach happened to be the pet of this world’s supreme deity, I’d have to pay fifty million game currency for the lesson.”
Now, after interacting with the Shrugging Planet people, Feng Bu Jue finally felt grounded. Confident in his combat prowess, he believed he could run rampant within this base.
His reasoning was straightforward… The weapons in the soldiers’ hands and their combat mechs revealed this was a technology-focused civilization. A race prioritizing technology typically lacked extraordinary physical capabilities. The universe was fair: technology thrived, the body weakened; the body thrived, technology faltered; or they mastered magic instead… Evolution chose its path.
If a species could punch stars into oblivion, would they bother inventing handguns or missiles? If they could teleport across the cosmos via magic, why develop starships? Technology served its inventors’ needs—without demand, there was no innovation.
Thus, Feng Bu Jue concluded the Shrugging Planet race’s combat power was limited. Even if they surpassed common humans, the gap wouldn’t be significant. If their fists moved faster than bullets, why use guns at all?
……
Hiss—
The interrogation room’s electronic door slid open. In the next second, Feng Bu Jue was shoved inside.
Ku Ku Ku Ku’s figure appeared at the doorway: “Wait here a moment, big character,” he said, snorted, then turned to leave.
A soldier in the corridor pressed a button on the control panel beside the door. A soft beep sounded as the door closed in response.
The interrogation room was now empty except for Feng Bu Jue.
“Hmm… quite interesting,” Feng Bu Jue muttered, turning to examine the room’s environment.
The room had no windows or visible ventilation systems. The only exit was the sealed electronic door behind him. On the wall opposite the door, the upper half was a smooth, flat mirror.
“A one-way glass, huh…” Feng Bu Jue approached the “mirror wall,” knocking twice on the surface with his fist. “Getting more like last-century spy films…” He mused, stepping to the room’s center. A metal table and two bolted-down chairs occupied the space. “No cameras in the corners…” He sat down, glancing upward. “No visible cameras on the table either… Artificial light comes from above the ceiling. The light fixtures aren’t inside the room…” He nodded. “Clever. Prevents prisoners from destroying the illumination device and using broken glass as a weapon.”
Leaning back with his hands behind his head, Feng Bu Jue stretched his legs out. “Though I can’t see the vents, the air conditioning is surprisingly comfortable…”
(End of Chapter)
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