Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm

Due to the explosion, the entire base was a mess.

Nevertheless, the department responsible for controlling the drones was still working hard.

The operators received orders to conduct a carpet-style search within a 200-kilometer radius to find any suspicious traces.

The soldiers all felt that this was a completely ridiculous order.

A 200-kilometer radius covers such a large area—do the higher-ups have no concept in their minds?

But there's no choice.

The Carmenians thoroughly inspected the scene but didn't find any valuable clues.

The elite unit that kidnapped Mr. Ryan seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Forced by circumstances, they could only adopt this needle-in-a-haystack approach.

At that moment.

An operator shouted, "Captain, the drone I was controlling just lost contact."

The monitor screen in front of this guy was already filled with snow.

This is a typical situation of lost contact.

A captain walked over quickly and asked directly, "Before losing contact, did you notice any abnormal situations?"

It's an intriguing question.

Because normally, the loss of contact itself indicates an abnormal situation, and should be reported immediately.

The operator shook his head, "No abnormalities; it just suddenly lost signal while flying."

The captain asked again, "Where is the location of the lost contact?"

The operator clicked the mouse a few times, and the screen changed: "Right here."

The captain glanced at it and muttered, "Seems like a remote mountainous region."

The operator shrugged, "Yes, there's no one living nearby, and there are no roads whatsoever."

The captain concluded, "Most likely, the drone malfunctioned again."

He cursed, "These drones break down every now and then; the higher-ups keep buying such useless and expensive junk."

The operator chuckled quietly, "Agent Smith needs to make progress; breaking a few more drones doesn't matter much."

The captain gave his subordinate a glare, "Speak less of such things."

The operator promptly shut his mouth.

However, from the captain's expression, he didn't seem to disagree with what his subordinate said.

The captain thought for a bit and then ordered, "Deploy another nearby drone to go check out that area again."

The operator responded, "Yes!"

Ten minutes later.

The operator reported, "Captain, there are no suspicious traces; it was probably a drone malfunction earlier."

The captain had an expression of "I knew this would happen": "Understood."

*

Yinyue Mountain.

Emperor's Blade Headquarters.

A dozen individuals in black uniforms were crowded together, attending an emergency meeting.

The elder sitting at the head opened his mouth to call a name, "Sato, you present the situation."

Sato responded promptly, "This afternoon, a Carmenian mysteriously appeared in one of the Emperor's Blade garrisons.

This person's name is 'Ryan,' missing four fingers and a leg at the time in a coma state.

Ryan appears to be a senior employee at a Carmenia Corporation but, in fact, serves as a senior intelligence officer for JICA.

Ryan carried a storage disk with files indicating there is a hidden laboratory underneath his office building..."

As the storytelling continued.

A group of Ying Sang people displayed furious expressions.

"Baka! The Carmenians are too evil, conducting supernatural experiments on our compatriots, right on our land."

"No wonder the Carmenians sealed off the gunfire site in Hejia City and refused our personnel entry."

"Heaven will surely curse them; these Carmenians will fall into the Blood Sea Demon Prison!"

The entire conference room was filled with passionate emotions.

A black-uniformed person asked a crucial question, "Who exactly brought Ryan over?"

Another immediately replied, "It should be patriots from our nation who discovered the Carmenians' despicable deeds, attacked them furiously, and then delivered Ryan."

Logically, this is quite a reasonable answer.

Most of the black uniforms agreed.

"I think so too."

"Should be the case."

The elder suddenly raised his right hand.

Everyone immediately quieted down.

The elder looked around and said, "The Carmenians' power is too strong; many are willing to be their lackeys, so we have to endure for now."

Many black uniforms showed an expression of frustration.

Some remained unchanged.

After all, the Ying Sang people have tolerated for more than half a century, long becoming a Ninja Turtle from enduring.

The elder changed the topic, "But the heroes of our country have set an example; we can quietly make trouble for the Carmenians in our own ways.

"With Canglan Star's arrival in the Primordial World and global disasters occurring frequently, for the Ying Sang people, this is an unprecedented opportunity to break free from Carmenians' control."

He raised his tone, "Please express your ideas freely and contribute your wisdom for the revival of the Ying Sang Kingdom."

Voices began to rise.

Plots and schemes started to brew.

*

Yang Fan didn't know that his act of giving "gifts" to the Ying Sang people made them mistakenly believe he was a "hero" of Ying Sang.

At this moment.

In a somewhat remote coastal mudflat.

He was happily gathering shells.

His first experience in shell gathering wasn't in Great Xia; surprisingly, it's in a foreign land.

"Bang!"

Yang Fan stomped on the mudflat.

An invisible force seeped out from beneath.

The next second.

A two-meter radius.

Over a dozen shells buried underground popped out in unison.

Yang Fan smiled broadly, "Superpowers are indeed useful!"

His Spirit Concealment Superpower allowed him to accurately sense the shells underground, making his search highly efficient.