228: Chapter 228 Perfect Double-cross

After a long while, the room finally quieted down.

Shen Wanxing was too tired to move; her fingertips slid off Chen Chen's arm and happened to brush against a few unopened low-level loot boxes on the nightstand.

The boxes were just miscellaneous items left over from the day's tally.

The next second.

Golden light exploded.

Shen Wanxing froze.

"No way..."

System notifications popped up frantically.

[Lucky Critical triggered.]

[Hundred-fold multiplier activated!]

[Low-level loot box quality limit breakthrough.]

[Obtained: SS-grade Logic Virus Bomb.]

[Effect: Can cause a forced logic paralysis to the Gray-White Mechanical Holy Court's Battlefield Learning Core, disassembly protocol, and fleet synchronization link.]

Shen Wanxing lay on Chen Chen's chest, her eyes turning red.

"I'm working even while I'm sleeping..."

Chen Chen picked up the black-silver chip and chuckled softly.

"This shift was worth it."

She buried her face in the blanket.

"You're all bullying me."

The communicator by the bed suddenly lit up.

Shen Wanbing's voice cut in.

"Chen Chen, the main control room has intercepted a high-frequency distress signal."

Chen Chen raised his hand to connect.

"Source."

"Second Fragment resonance."

Shen Wanbing projected the signal into the middle of the room.

The image flickered a few times.

Luo Yunwei appeared in the projection.

She no longer had the composure she showed on stage during the day.

Her long silver-white hair was disheveled, her black dress was torn in several places, her face was stained with dust, and her chest heaved rapidly.

Behind her were shrill alarms and chaotic shouting.

"Mr. Chen Chen."

As she spoke, her voice was still struggling to remain steady.

"I know you can hear me."

"The Rift Star Hunter King was killed by you, wasn't he?"

Shen Wanxing looked up from the blanket, instantly awake.

"How does she know?"

Shen Wanbing's voice came through the comms.

"Her Second Fragment can perceive sixth-order death remnants."

Luo Yunwei couldn't see Shen Wanxing in the room and continued speaking.

"I am willing to hand over the Second Fragment."

"In my convoy, there are thirty thousand survivors, seven hundred technicians, sixty stage-level energy amplifier towers, and a complete faith guidance system."

She paused, reaching up to pull her neckline down a bit.

Large patches of snow-white skin were exposed to the camera, her black dress clinging tightly to her curves.

"Including me."

"I only ask for your protection."

Shen Wanxing sat up in anger.

"She's doing this again!"

Blood Rose laughed on the remote channel.

"She really knows how to grab the key points."

Jiang Jiuyou's tone was very calm.

"The Third Disassembly Fleet is four hours and twenty-seven minutes away from her."

Luo Yunwei seemed to hear something and leaned closer to the camera immediately.

"I can be your propaganda officer."

"You have a city, you need public support, you need faith, you need someone to make more people kneel for you."

"Everything Shen Wanxing can do, I can do too."

Shen Wanxing was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red with anger.

"She's full of it!"

Chen Chen looked at Luo Yunwei in the projection.

She was indeed beautiful.

And indeed smart.

But Chen Chen only saw the Second Fragment and a living bait about to be caught by the Gray-White fleet.

He picked up his tactical jacket.

"I will take the fragment."

Luo Yunwei's eyes lit up immediately.

"Then I—"

"I don't accept useless trash."

Chen Chen cut off the communication directly.

The projection went out.

The room was quiet for two seconds.

Shen Wanxing hugged the blanket, sneaking a look at him.

"Are you really not going to save her?"

Chen Chen put on his jacket.

"Saving her."

She froze.

"Huh?"

"Only if she's alive will the Second Fragment not be transferred prematurely."

Chen Chen pushed the door open and went out.

"But not at the price she's offering."

Inside the main control room, everyone was already in place.

Shen Wanbing overlaid the three trajectories: Luo Yunwei's convoy, the Third Disassembly Fleet, and the Sea-Air Composite Fortress.

Jiang Jiuyou pressed her palm onto the Fleet Link master control.

"Stealth route locked."

Yi Chang reported.

"Lower Deck silence complete, all family cabins noise-reduced."

From Copper Hammer's side came the sound of a welding torch.

"Eight fake trajectories for the Rift Star main cannon are connected, four more to go!"

Mio was trembling with anger.

"He connected two of them to the kitchen exhaust pipe!"

Su Xiaoqi chimed in immediately.

"Can we grill meat while we're at it?"

Chen Chen walked to the main console.

"Maximum stealth for the whole city."

"No lights, no firing, no communications."

"Sneak up above Luo Yunwei's convoy."

Shen Wanbing looked up.

"What if the Disassembly Fleet makes the first move?"

Chen Chen placed the SS-grade Logic Virus Bomb he had just opened onto the table.

"Wait for their Battlefield Learning Core to boot up."

"Then shove this thing inside."

Jiang Jiuyou looked up.

"Black-on-black?"

Chen Chen looked at the struggling, fleeing stage convoy on the screen.

"Use the Diva to fish for the fleet."

"Use the fleet to fuel the main cannon."

"Use the fragment to upgrade the city."

The Ghost Fortress entered maximum silence.

All notification sounds in the main control room were suppressed to the minimum, even the sound of Su Xiaoqi gnawing on a bone was forcibly stuffed into a noise-reduction barrier by Shen Wanbing.

Su Xiaoqi hugged the pot, very aggrieved.

"I was already being very quiet."

Shen Wanxing was wrapped in a blanket, curled up in the corner of the sofa.

"The moment you snapped that bone, the Lower Deck thought the main cannon had exploded."

Su Xiaoqi looked down at the pot.

"But sixth-order meat doesn't taste good cold."

Mio hovered in mid-air, the projection brightness dimmed.

"I beg you to respect the silent navigation."

Chen Chen leaned on the command chair, his knuckles pressing against the armrest.

On the holographic Radar, the battlefield on the wasteland eight thousand kilometers away was pulled into view.

Luo Yunwei's mobile stage convoy was fleeing.

Over thirty thousand survivors, light trucks, stage trucks, and logistics trucks were lined up in a crooked, long line.

Behind them, thirteen Gray-White warships pulled into a semi-encirclement.

The leading half-step sixth-order command machine hovered at a low altitude, layers of gray-white armor plates on its shell unfolding, revealing the Battlefield Learning Core rotating inside.

Jiang Jiuyou stood in front of the deputy command console, lowering her voice.

"They aren't in a rush to finish off Luo Yunwei."

Shen Wanbing's fingertips slid across the Radar map.

"They are collecting the Second Fragment's fluctuations."

Mio added.

"And her talent frequency."

"That's the most disgusting thing about the Gray-White Mechanical Holy Court."

"Before they kill you, they learn you."

Shen Wanxing stared at Luo Yunwei in the image, hugging her aromatherapy pillow tightly.

"She used to do the same thing, observe what style you like first, then buy articles the next day saying she was the original."

Blood Rose leaned against the console, smiling lazily.

"That sounds like a deep grudge."

Shen Wanxing hummed softly.

"She's stolen my finale three times."

Su Xiaoqi looked up.

"Is the finale edible?"

"No!"

"Then why is she stealing it?"

Shen Wanxing was choked for words.

Chen Chen raised his hand.

"Quiet."

On the Radar screen, the Third Disassembly Fleet opened fire.

The first round of secondary cannon volleys.

Gray-white light beams lit up from the bellies of the thirteen warships, and dense artillery lines smashed toward the stage convoy.

Luo Yunwei didn't dodge.

She stood on the highest main stage, her long black dress torn by the wind, her long silver-white hair clinging to her neck, holding a microphone in her hand.

The next second, singing pierced across the wasteland.

It wasn't just normal amplification.

The sound directly covered the entire convoy.

The survivors in the convoy who had been crying and screaming were like they had their hearts grabbed by a hand; fear, survival instinct, worship, reliance—all were pulled into the same beat.

A pale golden shield spread outward from the stage base.

Gray-white artillery beams smashed down.

The shield flickered violently, but it held firm against the first round of bombardment.

In the Lower Deck's remote monitoring channel, a group of craftsmen were stunned.

"Singing can block artillery?"

"Is she even human?"