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Star Alliance Country, Foreign Affairs Bureau.

Andre, holding a stack of documents, came to the office of his superior and spread out photo after photo on the desk.

The photos were of Lu Yao before he fell ill, during his illness, and now when he looked healthy; there was also a photo of someone wearing a President's mask.

Pointing at these photos, Andre said,

"The most outstanding facial recognition experts have already compared all of Zhang Xin's connections among the Yellow race.

Initially, they missed this person because the change before and after was simply too drastic. Read latest stories on empire

Thankfully, there were immigration records. By comparison, his current appearance has a 70% similarity with the satellite photos.

And, more crucially—wherever he appears, a person wearing a President's mask is sure to appear."

Wester stroked his full head of silvery hair, then took out a pair of reading glasses, put them on, and carefully reviewed the photos and documents in front of him.

"Lu Yao, Zhang Xin's cousin. Such a big difference in physique, and he even had cancer..." Wester looked over with a questioning expression, "Are we certain it's the same person? Hasn't his identity been replaced?"

Andre emphatically pointed at two facial recognition photos filled with marks, explaining,

"We have obtained his recent photo, and the facial recognition experts are certain—it's absolutely the same person. As for the cancer, he must have found an excellent treatment."

Wester made a swift decision. He put down the photos, took off his reading glasses, and said in a cold voice,

"Agent Andre! Starting now, you have all the authorization and may use any means necessary to complete the task.

I don't care who he is or what organization he serves! In any case, we must retrieve the formula!"

Andre took out sunglasses, put them on, stood up and said, "The private jet is ready. I'll go and make the arrest immediately."

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Otherworld

Lu Yao found a "Running Cursive Poetry Scroll" by Zhu Yunming from the Ming Dynasty inside a storeroom. This was something he had acquired long ago after taking down the Hailong Gang, which the gang leader had hung up in his study to show off his cultured taste.

"It's time I see how the Qi Family's inquiries have gone, without clarifying the origin of the Star Key, I can't be at peace."

Lu Yao planned to give this piece of calligraphy to Elder Master Qi to use his connections to gather intelligence about the Star Key.

He had just opened the Dimensional Door when Ping An suddenly came in through the window, holding his master's hand in his mouth and placing it on his body, signaling him to massage.

"Who exactly is the master here..."

Lu Yao couldn't help but laugh and grimace at the same time, he channeled his Inner Breath and gave Ping An a quick rub down, and then it dawned on him—Ping An completely ignored the vortex-like light door on the ground.

This thing was beautifully fantastical, and Ping An was very spiritual and naturally curious; he should at least have taken a look at it.

"Could it be... you can't see it?"

Lu Yao pointed at the light door.

Ping An glanced at the place of the light door and then looked back at his master with confusion, seemingly not understanding what he meant.

"Really can't see... Could it be that 'Dimensional Door' is only visible to me?"

With doubts in mind, Lu Yao returned to Blue Star. Although Ping An couldn't see the door, he hadn't been massaged enough and wobbled after his master to come along.

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When they last visited, Ping An quite liked the cold environment of Yukolun. Happy to be back, he flapped his wings and soared into the sky to play.

Lu Yao walked leisurely toward the airport while taking out his phone to contact Qi Cuiya.

"Hello, Miss Qi, how's the matter I asked you to inquire about going?"

[I was just about to look for you. What you're looking for is called the "Eye of Omniscience," symbolizing God's all-watching eye, a religious ornament prevalent in the 17th century West. I have people inquire in every way possible, the earliest appearance of the object you sent me was on the West Coast of the Star Alliance.]

"Thank you, Miss Qi. I'll discuss this in detail with you after I return to my country."

Lu, don't mention it; just remember to include me when you have good stuff~

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Next, he called Zhao Ya to ask about the new battle armor. However, when the call got through, he heard an apologetic voice:

"I've been designing nonstop since returning to my country, but no matter how hard I try, the battle armor can't meet the requirement to 'withstand a 155MM cannonball'.

The current composite material can withstand the force of a cannonball, but the armor would be subjected to an overpressure of 40,000 pascals inside, and the person inside would be dead without a doubt!"

Her voice sounded tired and hoarse, a clear sign she hadn't been getting much sleep.

Lu Yao also felt that perhaps his demands were too high and consoled her, "It's okay, Sister Zhao. Just do your best; if it really doesn't work out, then there's nothing we can do."

"I'm really sorry; I know too little about armored combat vehicles..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yao suddenly realized—Zhao Ya was just a regular designer, and it was normal for her to have limited knowledge about warfare machinery. But he knew a professional tank engineer!

He quickly said, "Sister Zhao, send me the design drawings."

"Okay, I will send them to you now"

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After receiving the drawings, Lu Yao immediately contacted Semyon. He was an engineer at Marshal's Tank Factory and would definitely be familiar with this area.

Semyon would of course not refuse the request of his daughter's life savior. Besides, he became excited the moment he saw the design drawings:

"Humanoid powered armor? Ha, I didn't expect you to be into this too. We'll have a lot to talk about. Let me take a look..."

After a quick glance, Semyon immediately understood what Lu Yao meant:

"The draftsman's standard is very high, and she used the most advanced design and simulation software.

But she doesn't have enough understanding of tanks, or rather, she lacks practical experience in 'armor protection'. Some things can't just be solved with software simulation.

There are many places in the drawings that can be improved, including the overpressure problem you are facing... It can be solved."

After listening to a bunch of technical jargon, Lu Yao cut to the chase, "Hold on a second, Semyon. How about this? I'll give you the designer's contact information, and you two can communicate directly."

"Happy to help. I'm also quite interested in your 'big toy', too bad the power system is hard to deal with."

Semyon couldn't imagine that Lu Yao possessed the strength of three tons, making himself the best power source.

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Leaving the professional work to the professionals, Lu Yao hung up the phone and prepared to return to his country.

At this moment, he was already closing in on Kyiv International Airport while chatting and walking. Airports are often in the middle of nowhere, making them ideal places for murder and robbery.

His "martial intuition" started to warn him!

This ability was quite interesting, entirely based on the information his body gathered from the outside world to alert him to danger.

His peripheral vision caught sight of drones in the sky and the faint glint of a sniper scope;

The cold wind brought the distinct scent of weapon maintenance oil and the "click-clack" sound of firearms being unlocked and bullets being chambered.

Based on all this, his body instinctively knew "someone was after him" and quickly informed the brain, which was a step slower in reacting.

As for the Spirit Refinement's "danger sense," it was much more mysterious. Lu Yao could clearly perceive countless malicious gazes on him!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

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Three kilometers away, Andre was sitting in a black van.

It was a special operations command vehicle. On the huge display screen inside the vehicle, drones kept a tight watch on Lu Yao, marking him in red.

Andre used his authority to directly muster a 20-person Delta Special Forces team.

He was very confident—no matter how capable the other party was, escaping would be impossible!