162: Yes, I've finally arrived.

As Baili Ying folded the reserved posterior skin flap forward and gently stitched it into place, the simple amputation surgery finally came to an end.

After checking repeatedly to ensure nothing was missed, Baili Ying collapsed backward onto the floor.

"Damn, that was exhausting."

As she thought this, she looked at White Shark's pale face and couldn't help but marvel that he was practically a superman—the guy had actually endured it from start to finish without letting out a single cry.

And from White Shark's perspective?

He felt that although he was still alive, he was practically dead inside.

Honestly, just hearing the sound of a saw cutting through bone was already terrifying enough—let alone that the bone was his own.

Listening to the sawing and filing, he really wanted to just roll his eyes back and pass out, but the pink hair in front of him had administered the anesthetic in the right spot, and the pain hadn't been unbearable.

However, after being wrapped in a metallic thermal blanket, White Shark gave it some thought and felt that what Baili Ying said made a lot of sense.

Now that he was so far away from his main body, it was possible that the Clones might have some kind of bug.

It wasn't that he didn't trust the Commander's technology; it was just that humans had an innate fear when facing things they hadn't personally verified.

It was like flying; people who had never flown before would surely imagine all sorts of dangers during their first flight, like associating it with iced black tea.

(At this moment, both of them were still skeptical about the Clones technology they were using, but anything produced by night lamp was actually perfectly fine.)

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Suddenly, the personal terminal in the corner sounded an alarm—someone had entered the basement level!

Baili Ying's expression changed instantly. She immediately connected the personal terminal to the camera placed on the side of the entrance.

An oppressive and shocking scene appeared—dozens of guys wearing military Exoskeleton, covered in blood, and carrying large guns were slowly walking down.

Moreover, as they walked along, they were searching every room along the corridor. At this rate, they would find them in less than ten minutes!

Baili Ying glanced at White Shark. The scent on him definitely couldn't be hidden, and expecting him to stand up and walk now was even more unrealistic.

What would happen if they were discovered by those Marine?

Baili Ying wondered where all the blood on those Exoskeleton came from. It wasn't hard to guess—it couldn't have been their own, right?

Baili Ying turned her gaze to White Shark's bag, where the edges of several Thermobaric Bomb used for demolition work were visible.

A desperate plan popped into Baili Ying's mind.

"According to that old man's memory, it's that so-called holy relic platform right below here,"

"It overflows with that so-called holy sand on its own? That's interesting."

In the corridor leading downstairs, two squads were slowly advancing, searching every corner where someone could hide, terrified that a suicide bomber might pop out somewhere, shouting about the lord of the sand sea and taking them away.

As they walked, the squad leader chatted with his team members,

"These people are simply a disgrace to intelligent life. They sit on a treasure mountain but have never thought of using it rationally."

"They commit such ignorant acts under the guise of religion. Indeed, stupidity is a common trait flowing in the blood of the pure human race..."

As they were walking, he suddenly raised his hand— "Stop."

After everyone stopped and took up defensive positions on the spot, he walked to a crevice and pried at it with his hand. Soon, a miniature camera was pulled out.

Looking at that unfamiliar model of camera, he was stunned for a moment, then his playful side took over.

He opened his Exoskeleton visor and sneered at the camera: "Watching our little mouse—"

"Hel—lo—there—"

"Bang—crackle..."

After crushing the camera with a casual squeeze, he looked at the whole team and said,

"Someone is monitoring us! Watch out for the cameras along the way!"

"Drag those shadowy rats out!"

"Bang!" The screen went black instantly.

Baili Ying looked at the crushed camera, her heart inexplicably skipping a beat—it was over, they had been discovered.

That camera was less than five minutes away from them!

This made her palms sweat even more, and even her fingers, which were setting up the Thermobaric Bomb, were trembling slightly—

That's right, the only plan she could come up with was to build a relatively secure small safety zone against the corner, and then directly blow up some of the surrounding load-bearing columns to bury them.

Obviously, in the eyes of others, this was seeking death, and even in Baili Ying's own eyes, it was a terrible, low-tier idea.

But there was no other way.

Fight? One gunpowder rifle, one researcher, against more than twenty Marine? Are you kidding?

As for running...

White Shark's legs: You name the number, and I'll make you give up.

In the end, this desperate plan was the only way to buy them a little bit of time—they didn't need much; the latest time for the reinforcements promised by the Commander to arrive was only a dozen minutes away.

After the reinforcements arrived, assuming it would take one hour to destroy those Warship in orbit and another hour for orbital landing and capturing the stronghold, then this emergency shelter they made for themselves only needed to buy at most three or four hours.

Moreover, to disperse the target, Baili Ying also planned the maximum damage for the Thermobaric Bomb in her hands; she planned to collapse the entire surrounding area to create confusion.

"Click! Beep!" As Baili Ying swiped the wire in her hand, the last bomb was also activated. "Done!"

After confirming, she hurried to White Shark's side and pulled out a series remote control— "It should... all explode, right?"

Thinking this, she locked eyes with the pale-faced White Shark beside her, and then pressed the button hard.

"Click!" "Boom—!!!"

Instantly, flames burst forth, smoke and dust scattered, and a ground-shaking tremor came, followed by an extreme feeling of weightlessness.

Several loud bangs echoed, and the two, clinging tightly together, fell into darkness along with the floor.

"Warp Drive Module, cooling down."

Finally, after nearly a day of rushing, the Guardian Angel Legion Ninth Mobile Fleet finally arrived at the location where White Shark had sent the distress signal—Cetus V66.79.

This landing was exceptionally smooth; there was no cliché turbulence, nor was there combat upon arrival. The fleet immediately began intelligence gathering.

This was good—no, it should be said that this was how it was supposed to be.

"Intelligence gathering complete. In the new area, we discovered the wreckage of a huge space station, as well as a small amount of undecipherable garbled data."

The results of the intelligence gathering undoubtedly piqued Xi Hai's interest: The wreckage of a huge space station?

It seemed something extraordinary had happened in this star system. After resolving White Shark's distress call, he would go and take a look.

The communications officer suddenly reported: "Report! Two Warship have appeared at the 8 o'clock position!"

"Visual identification is FG300! It's Research Officer White Shark's flagship!"

"They are requesting to connect to our communications and share data. Shall we approve?"

Xi Hai then withdrew his attention, looked at the radar console, and replied: "Approve." "Yes!"