Chapter 152: Situation
"What's wrong? Is there something problematic about what I said?" Ji Xuan looked at the chuckling Chen Xi with a puzzled expression.
"Nothing. Let's just listen to what Bai Mo has to say." Unable to gauge whether Bai Mo intended to publicize his achievements, Chen Xi decided not to overstep her bounds.
"This is a product from our laboratory."
"So it's your achievement." Ji Xuan was quite surprised to suddenly hear such significant news.
As a black market merchant, and an intelligent man from a family of officials, he clearly understood how terrifying the effects of such an achievement would be.
"However, the Xuanhuang Fruit is truly a good thing, capable of breaking the barrier between ordinary people and Ability Users. The only problem is the difficulty of production." Although Ji Xuan also wanted to ask what kind of mutated Spirit Energy fruit was used to create the Xuanhuang Fruit, he understood that this was the Xuanhuang Fruit's final core technology after the leak incident, and the other party would not compromise. Thus, he didn't embarrass himself by pressing the matter.
Bai Mo said nothing further, continuing to quietly organize his knowledge, while Ji Xuan sat to the side, managing his business via his phone. Only the occasional voice of the host remained in the private room.
With near-infinite financial support, Chen Xi smoothly bid for and acquired all four items. The main reason, of course, was that no one actually knew what these items were truly for. Even Bai Mo himself bought them purely because he didn't know what they were and simply had too much money to spend.
"Mr. Bai, see you when you have time. The other items will be shipped to the research center within the next two days." After the auction concluded, Ji Xuan enthusiastically escorted them back to the military restricted area on the outskirts of the testing ground.
Of course, to conceal the secret of the Spirit Picture, he had first taken nearly twenty Spirit Hubs from within in one go. Only four of these were truly needed for the Spirit Picture, while one was left behind to be delivered with the rest of the goods.
Bai Mo was 100% certain that the list of everything he had purchased would appear on the desk of the National Defense Department's Intelligence Analysis Division the very next day. He knew there was a specialized expert group within, specifically tasked with analyzing him. So, he simply set a trap, using only a portion of the Spirit Picture to mislead them, drawing their focus to the twenty-odd Spirit Hubs.
Nearly two hours after his avatar's match ended, Bai Mo completed the first round of surgery. His luck was good this time; three of the five new Spirit Hubs he transplanted survived, while the other two were assimilated by his own body.
"My estimate was wrong. As the number of Spirit Hubs increases, the consumption of Spirit Energy doesn't seem to grow linearly!" After completing the transplant surgery, he casually erased the rejecting will, then re-sensed his body, only then discovering this fact.
"It seems only two of the originally planned four Spirit Pictures can be completed. What a pity."
At this time, in the United States, a civil war that had lasted several months was nearing its end. Originally, had it not been for the sporadic, and increasingly powerful, landings of the Sea Race tying down large numbers of government forces, the rebel army would have been crushed long ago.
However, by now, the rebel army was like a flickering candle in the wind. Although the three hundred special Ability User troops dispatched by Huaxia suffered minimal losses, the peripheral forces that had responded to the independence war were scattered and in disarray, basically unable to organize into a systemic force.
Although three of its core cities had been destroyed, the United States still possessed the world's most powerful modern army. Coupled with the newly emerged Ability User forces, even a formidable opponent like Chen Bo, an enemy to ten thousand, lacked the confidence to directly face the enemy's army-group-level firepower.
Of course, he also had his own considerations. The task assigned to him from above was merely to create as much chaos as possible and delay the United States' recovery speed. There had never been an order for him to fight to the death, to try and stop a chariot with the strength of a single battalion. Instead, it was more about coordinating with military advisors to instigate the increasingly sharp racial conflicts within the United States.
They also understood that giving such a suicidal order would be utterly meaningless, serving only to alienate the Ability Users within the army. Soldiers might fight to the death in a war defending their own nation, but going abroad to carry out destructive missions and instigate civil wars in other countries was clearly not worth it.
"Li Zheyī, according to the instructions from above, we will cross the United States' border into Mo Xi Country within a month at the latest." As the commander, Chen Bo had realized early on that the enemy simply couldn't be defeated. What needed to be done now was merely to follow instructions: minimize losses while trying to prolong the war as much as possible.
"Understood." Throughout the entire war, Li Zheyī had essentially served as a puppet, with no one paying him any mind. If not for their shared Huaxia ethnicity, the powerful Chen Bo, who held real authority, wouldn't have bothered to explain a single word to him.
"Spirit Animation Fourth Level. In their eyes, such power is still too weak, easily crushed, and not worth any attention at all." The clean-faced youth, as the nominal supreme leader of the independent regime, sat silently in the central tent with a few guards, contemplating his future.
Meanwhile, in the northern United States, fueled by the hatred stirred up by racial conflict, the long-simmering resentment among lower-class white citizens towards favored minority groups began to erupt, leading to large-scale expulsion movements.
They organized themselves, using force to compel all non-white residents to leave their homes. Meanwhile, the army, police, and government departments—now entirely composed of white individuals after the racial cleansing—all turned a blind eye to these events.
Under these circumstances, almost all non-white settlements came under attack.
Soon, with a lack of police control, these assaults rapidly escalated into robberies, transforming into a frenzied plunder of all non-white wealth. Countless individuals were forced to flee overnight, either following the independent army south towards Mo Xi Country or heading to airports to immediately leave the nation.
"Mr. President, should we cross the border and continue pursuing the independent army?" A staff member beside him posed this question after analyzing the battle situation for Joseph Lee.
"No, the difficulty of transnational pursuit is too great. Mo Xi Country is full of jungles, which severely impact aerial bombing. Without heavy firepower cover, how many do you think could deal with Chen Bo? Huaxia's intention in dispatching such a small detachment is to keep us trapped in this quagmire of war. Months of continuous warfare have severely delayed reconstruction efforts."
"Now that this expulsion movement has erupted as the war nears its end, how does Mr. President intend to handle it?"
"The United States belongs to white people! They should live in zoos like those primitive tribes! They shouldn't have equal status with us!" Joseph Lee, a staunch white supremacist, roared.
"Also, how are the plans progressing on Huaxia's side? It's about time we taught them a lesson and made them understand who's the boss of this world!"
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