Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 2160 - 2223: Other News (Happy New Year)

"Can it really stop bullets?" Li Yifei asked.

General Lion nodded repeatedly and said, "It really can. I saw it with my own eyes. I even shot at him once, but supposedly... hmm, his ability to block bullets shouldn’t be very strong. Maybe he can only block one or two bullets; if there are more, he’d be shot through like a sieve. That’s my guess because I’ve never heard of him being shot, nor have I shot at him a second time."

Li Yifei toyed with a bullet in his hand. The 5.67mm bullet spun in his hand, and once he’d had enough, he flicked it gently, and the bullet immediately embedded itself firmly into the wall.

Li Yifei smiled faintly and asked, "Where is he?"

"I don’t know the specifics. I can have someone check. It should be around three hundred kilometers from here, or five hundred, because we have to face the government army, so we can’t be too far away."

"General Lion, I could kill you very easily, so you should cherish your life," Li Yifei said in a quiet tone. General Lion immediately prostrated himself again, his forehead hitting the stone floor with a thudding sound. Ever since he suddenly became fanatical, even his injuries seemed much better.

"Rest assured, my lord, I will definitely not deceive you. With your power, any tricks can’t be hidden from you," General Lion said solemnly, placing one hand on his chest, and then coughed up some blood as he finished speaking.

Li Yifei chuckled and calculated in his mind, "If that Bare-ass General really has such a miraculous ability, I must learn it as a trump card. My True Qi can also form a protective layer but relatively weaker. If it could condense into armor, it might block one or two enemy moves when necessary, possibly avoiding a fatal blow!"

Of course, this would have to be encountered with an enemy of equal level or a bit stronger than Li Yifei. If the opponent was weaker, Li Yifei wouldn’t need to resort to such tricks.

General Lion seemed to have no ulterior motives against Li Yifei. Ignoring his own injuries, he immediately stood up when feeling better, bending over and waiting obediently by the side.

Li Yifei observed him secretly and found no signs of pretension, making him wonder if it was truly his enormous charisma that subdued this murderous maniac...

Li Yifei hadn’t guessed wrong; this guy was indeed a murderous maniac, and crucially, a fanatical religious believer. He had always believed in the existence of divine spirits, that his own abilities were bestowed by them. Now, seeing someone much stronger than him, even if the person was an Easterner, General Lion was still incredibly fanatical, treating him as a true envoy of the gods.

"General Lion, how many men do you currently have?" Li Yifei asked as he sat grandly in General Lion’s previous seat.

General Lion quickly replied, "I currently have about two thousand men under my command, but that’s during peacetime. If the situation becomes tense, more than three thousand might join us, maybe even more, but that would require more food and money, which is a huge consumption and we cannot sustain it for long.

Looking at him, an extremely daring idea suddenly popped into Li Yifei’s mind, so much so that he instinctively shook his head, wanting to dispel the thought.

While looking at the devout and cautious General Lion, Li Yifei suddenly thought, should he provide funding to support General Lion and his men so they could maintain their combat strength and resist the government forces? Even if the Americans didn’t support them, they wouldn’t be easily annihilated, at least not easily.

And if they gained the upper hand or controlled some territories, Li Yifei could also gain great power, such as... various minerals and natural resources.

It’s a very tempting idea because, according to calculations, this country has abundant mineral resources. If acquired, it could be worth a huge fortune, and truthfully, Li Yifei wouldn’t need to invest much money.

This isn’t like wars in developed countries that are all about money, where a single missile can cost millions or tens of millions of US Dollars. Winning is good, but missing the target is wasted. Here, it’s a dumping ground for weapons from all around the world. Those old weapons, manufactured and in service for decades, should be destroyed under normal circumstances, but selling them here not only fetches a high price but actually gets them used. After all, they’re not killing people from their own countries.

This situation results in an excessive and rampant use of weapons in this area, and they’re very cheap, to the extent that ordinary people can afford them, making the security situation chaotic, just like in this small town.

Should he do it? Li Yifei fell into contemplation. He is a good person, but only to his compatriots. To a foreign tribe, he doesn’t count as a good person. Life, for him, is sometimes extremely important, yet sometimes as light as a feather. Hence, a single thought of his could lead to different changes in this land.

Of course, just giving money is not enough; weapons also need to be provided, weapons sources, weapons transportation...

This is a significant issue. Li Yifei thought for a while and decided to put aside this issue and discuss it with family back home. Acting abroad also requires carrying the name of the country, especially for someone with Li Yifei’s status. It might seem like he can do whatever he wants, but if he truly did so, he might quickly incur a national-level crackdown.

How arrogant would one have to be to think like that? Even if it’s one of the smallest countries in the world, even if it’s Africa, an extremely poor and backward place, it’s still not somewhere Li Yifei can bully with personal strength alone.

Rubbing his chin, the palm made a rustling sound against it, and Li Yifei stopped thinking. Looking at the respectful General Lion beside him, he said, "Go heal your wounds. Don’t let me see you."

This guy clearly wouldn’t use any good methods for healing. Just his cultivation needed drinking human blood, and Li Yifei didn’t want to see and be bothered by it.

General Lion quickly nodded as if granted an amnesty, retreating quickly. Li Yifei listened to his heavy footsteps, knowing that if he stood for a while longer, he might collapse directly. Raising an eyebrow, Li Yifei also naturally sat cross-legged in meditation, fully extending his senses so the surroundings within a hundred meters filled his mind.

The next day, Li Yifei opened his eyes and saw General Lion kneeling outside, his head touching the ground, seemingly waiting for a long time. Li Yifei naturally knew when he arrived; he’d been here for an hour but didn’t dare to disturb him.

Li Yifei said, "Come in."

General Lion immediately lifted his head and saw Li Yifei awake. A pleasant look appeared on his face as he quickly crawled inside and greeted, "Good morning, honorable envoy."

"Hmm, are your injuries healed?"

"No, still need a few days, but it’s not a big deal anymore."

"Hehe, are you holding any grudge against me?"

"No, definitely not. It’s my own overestimation. The envoy didn’t kill me, which is already showing great mercy, so how dare I harbor any ill intentions?"

"Stand up. I have something to ask you," Li Yifei said.

General Lion quickly stood up. Li Yifei then asked, "Have you ever considered your own end?"

"My end?" General Lion was initially confused by the question. After thinking for a while, he said, "Honorable envoy, I’ve thought about my end—to die in battle or overthrow the government forces..."

"Is there no third possibility?" Li Yifei asked.

"Or I might just flee. If I fled, these men would scatter, but the government army is very cruel. They catch deserters and kill them on the spot, or use brutal methods to execute them, so I can’t run."

"Have you thought about what you would do if you took power?"

"Honorable envoy, I couldn’t do it. I have little education, and it’s only because I know some principles, possess some leadership skills, and have that special ability that I can rally these people. If I had to manage a country, I wouldn’t be able to do it. Even if I tried, I’d probably be quickly overthrown."

He had a clear self-awareness. After hearing it, Li Yifei nodded and then asked, "So, you believe your fate will be the former?"

"To be honest, sometimes I have pessimistic thoughts, thinking I might die soon. My ability only allows me to fight several people alone. If there are more, I’ll be in danger, not to mention those with guns. Guns aren’t even the worst. If the Americans fully support them, then the fighter jets flying from the coast will accurately reach us, dropping bombs one after another. Even steel bones can’t withstand that."

Li Yifei nodded and said, "Is this what you plan to do?"

"It’s my fate. The moment I decided to lead them in resistance against the government forces and prepare for an uprising, my path had already been set. I have to do it, and I can only do it. Even if I wanted to surrender with them now, the fate awaiting these people would likely be either death or becoming slaves, mining, paving roads, making their lives even more miserable than now. At least following me, their death rate is high, but they have more freedom."

"That sounds noble!" Li Yifei said, non-committal, although he also agreed with him somewhat.

"Honorable envoy, if there’s another way, I’m willing to do anything."

Li Yifei grinned and said, "There’s no possibility. Everyone’s path is predetermined. Since you’ve chosen this path, just continue down it. It’s not the will of the gods, but your own persistence and hold. I always believe even bad people have their bottom line, a hold or something to protect."

A murderous demon, perhaps from his perspective, is motivated by revenge, guardianship, hatred, or some unfounded reasons. It seems justified from that view. Of course, we can’t act like that because beyond human relations, there are morals, laws, and orders to restrain. Killing is evil, undeserving of sympathy.