This is really not mechanical ascension-Chapter 52 - Consumable Controlled Objects

Afterwards, Yang Peng asked hesitantly, “I heard you took action in the training room a few days ago?”

“Hmm, I had no choice,” Li Ming explained.

Yang Peng’s eyes suddenly turned peculiar; it’s not that there were no secrets within the urban defense, but this kind of news wasn’t confidential.

In two days, the news spread like wildfire.

However, according to the duty personnel that day, it appeared that Li Ming was the one who took the initiative.

The original recording was sealed by the minister, and the other three were mysteriously transferred to the City Management Department, rumored to have had their gene seeds removed, yet Li Ming was left unaffected.

The implications of this were far from ordinary.

Ever since his father died, he truly couldn’t see through Li Ming anymore.

“However, Chief Feng Ke seems to be in a bad mood recently; you’d better avoid him,” Yang Peng reminded.

Li Ming replied earnestly, “I understand, ‘the grey-haired mourning the black-haired’ is a deep sorrow and should be treated with understanding.”

…

This was a major operation, and the funeral at the public cemetery in Silver Grey East District required clearing the area in advance to minimize harm to the innocent while also reducing the security burden.

Since Feng Xiao was the son of Chief Feng Ke and had died in the line of duty, he was posthumously awarded the Third-Class Silver Grey Medal, and there was substantial propaganda around it.

The local network in the ‘Star Web’ was already filled with numerous synchronized news releases; some voiced their admiration and remembrance, while others were incessantly cursing.

Scouting the area and formulating the security plan were carried out by regular field agents; the members of the special operations group didn’t need to arrive so early.

Training until midnight, the development progress had reached 94%, which was in line with Li Ming’s expectations.

The following morning, Li Ming visited the Giant Shield Company; his “Fallen Meteor” had arrived.

In the Giant Shield Company’s pickup room, he opened the metal briefcase on the table.

On the black velvet lining lay a slender purple bullet, its edges reflecting light, and its shell was etched with patterns depicting a falling meteor.

Quite heavy, with a cool and smooth touch—

[Fallen Meteor–Consumable: A powerful bullet manufactured from multiple composite materials.

Control Conditions: 1000 points of metal energy

Control Ability–Meteor: Consumes controlled objects, temporarily elevates the host to an E-rank life form standard, lasting for 60 seconds.]

A consumable controlled object?

Li Ming was astonished; he hadn’t expected there to be such controlled objects with no control effect, yet with great power, directly elevating to an E-rank standard.

This type of controlled object would probably be seen more in the future, and naturally, Li Ming would not control this bullet.

Underneath the bullet on the velvet was a note in interstellar common language—

“Wishing you a pleasant hunt.”

…

After returning, by mid-afternoon, the special operations group was gathered to start distributing tasks and to familiarize themselves with the map.

“We are responsible for holding the exterior, that is, this area 1km outside…” Yang Peng pointed to a piece of territory on the right side of the red dot on the virtual map.

“The funeral will be held at 10 a.m., by which time we’ll have the support of all logistics in Silver Grey City,” Yang Peng said seriously.

“Ah…” Lao Yao said carelessly, “Every one of those inside is an E-class Life Form, yet they have us F-class Life Forms standing guard outside.”

“If you ask me, it should be the other way around.”

“Dream on,” Peng Gang snickered, and everyone else shared a knowing smile.

“Captain, isn’t it risky to only defend the graveyard?

Aren’t you afraid of an ambush on the way for the big shots?” Li Ming asked, puzzled.

Everyone involuntarily looked at him, and Yang Peng’s expression paused briefly while Lao Yao casually remarked, “Who knows, kid, the captain said to follow orders, why bother with so much.”

Yang Peng didn’t say more, for that was their mission.

After assigning tasks, everyone went to collect the police equipment; firearms were naturally essential, and combat suits and bulletproof vests could not be missed.

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Today, Li Ming had no time for training.

They set off in the early hours, and when they arrived at the graveyard, it was still dark, with the night sky pitch-black.

The cemetery naturally exuded a sense of heaviness and solemnity, and even the most light-hearted person would find it hard to muster a smile here.

There were many trees here, with pretty much every tombstone accompanied by one, and combined with the terrain’s terraced undulations, the place was expansive but the line of sight wasn’t great.

“Channel connected…”

“Command system connected…”

“Special Operations Squad Seven is in position,” Yang Peng tuned the equipment, and sounds were transmitted into everyone’s miniature earphones; they quickly went to their assigned posts.

Standing under a tree, Li Ming glanced at the tombstone beside him.

It belonged to a little girl with a sweet smile, dimples, and a slightly uplifted head, age only ten, with two bunches of fresh flowers laid beneath the stone, which read– died from Grey Sand Disease.

Grey Sand Disease, a result of the uncontrolled mining by Star Creation Company, had pervaded the air and had broken out massively ten years ago.

It had caused the death of many children and had a profound impact, even spreading to several nearby civilizations; pushed to desperation, Star Creation Company fitted Silver Grey City with purification equipment and offered compensation.

Then, various forces in the outer city emerged like bamboo shoots after the rain, eventually evolving into the current situation, Li Ming recalled.

The wind howled, almost like the mourning of the deceased, as he silently watched the sky brightening.

Three hours later–

Whoosh!

A special model funeral transportation vehicle flew from the direction of Silver Grey City’s center, followed by a neat line of black hover cars, at least a dozen of them.

“What a display, befitting the son of a department head…” Lao Yao observed with optical binoculars, speaking into the channel.

However, before he could finish his sentence, a rocket trailing light shot towards the transport vehicle.

With a loud bang, it exploded into a fireball and then plummeted towards the ground.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, and the others’ faces also shifted slightly.

Following that, roaring sounds erupted from several other directions.

The next moment, a voice came through the channel, “All members of the special squads, heed this.

I am Qin Xiao.

All previous combat plans are now void.”

“From now on, you just need to follow the commands from headquarters.”

What the hell?

The plan is void?

In the channel, many were confused, only Li Ming’s eyes suddenly deepened.

The security plan for the cemetery was a fake, meant to deceive the Bounty Hunters.

To those Bounty Hunters, the cemetery seemed heavily guarded, making a direct assault unlikely to succeed, but they could totally set up an ambush on the way there.

And the high command of the city defense had anticipated their anticipation.

“Squad Seven, you need to reach 22 South Ping Street within five minutes– please set off immediately!”

The intelligence personnel reminded in the channel, and Yang Peng said with a grave voice, “Stop dawdling, follow me!”