Another Mind Pulse suddenly erupted.
Although Chen Ming was also unaffected, the guard who had just struggled to get up completely collapsed.
And several other guards who showed signs of Awakening descended once more into unconsciousness.
Aside from the few who were prepared in advance on Luder Zuo Jing’s side, plus Chen Ming and Lao Wu, there was now no one left on the scene who was conscious.
Chen Ming’s gaze suddenly locked onto the direction from which the Mind Pulse originated.
Despite the dim environment, he could make out the situation there.
The man with the mustache climbed up from the unconscious crowd around him, frowning as he stared at the smoking mechanical device in his hand.
This was the source of the Mind Pulse.
The mustache man originally didn’t want to use it a second time, but there was a particularly strong-willed guard among them, and the others’ capabilities exceeded his expectations.
To avoid further complications, it was best not to spare certain things.
He shoved the smoking device into his pocket, and believing everyone had fallen, he said to the two remaining terrorists still alive: "Get up, God is still waiting for you."
The two terrorists lying on the ground immediately reacted as if stimulated, scrambling to get up.
They continued to charge towards the Armor-Piercing Level Destroyer, the pinnacle of human technology.
Leaving only the mustache man standing at a safe distance.
Chen Ming saw an opportunity, crouched halfway, gripped his pistol aimed at the mustache man’s position, and moved slowly, preparing to shoot when he got close enough to be confident.
Just as Chen Ming took a step forward, Lao Wu suddenly grabbed him and whispered, "What are you doing?"
"I can see you want to kill him. Is your aim good enough?"
Chen Ming hesitated for a moment; he knew well enough that his shooting was more hit-or-miss beyond ten meters.
But he didn’t want to give up because of this and said, "I want to give it a try."
Lao Wu bewilderedly asked, "Is it necessary? Zuo Jing only wants to blow up the Armor-Piercing Level, we don’t need to risk our lives to protect a spaceship for someone else, it’s not like they’re paying you."
Chen Ming retracted his step behind a support pillar and said to Lao Wu, "You probably can guess the effect of my Spiritual Energy, right?"
"Control spaceships, maybe?"
"Exactly, I can control any spaceship, even if it’s just a skeleton left from damage."
"Take them out and I can attempt to approach that Armor-Piercing Level and control it."
"Did you see the auction price for Armor-Piercing Level just now? Seven billion as the base price."
Lao Wu involuntarily swallowed; he knew well the concept of seven billion, but he still said, "Having all that money means nothing if you can’t get your hands on it. This is the Star Realm Capital; how would you take the ship away?"
"I don’t need to take it away, as long as it is under my control, it’s always in my domain."
"If one day that Armor-Piercing Level gets operational... you can probably guess what will happen then."
Lao Wu didn’t need to guess to know what would happen then.
If ever the Armor-Piercing Level was alone, or came close to being alone, Chen Ming could just make it enter the Superspace Channel, unexpectedly freeing it from control.
A spaceship in the Superspace Channel isn’t easy to find; hidden away in some nook without celestial bodies, it might never be found even after a lifetime search.
Thinking about this, Lao Wu couldn’t help but reflect: "Psychics are really something else."
Chen Ming ignored Lao Wu’s description and said, "Alright, enough chit-chat, I have to hurry. If he finds out or the backup troops arrive, I’ll miss my chance."
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But Lao Wu suddenly grabbed him again and said, "Wait, I never said I wouldn’t help you."
Chen Ming clicked his tongue, ducked back behind the support pillar, and handed his pistol over, saying, "Then you do it."
Lao Wu’s eyes sparkled, and he took Chen Ming’s pistol, checked it, and said while aiming at an empty area, "Retro design, you’ve got taste."
"But I can’t use this kind of gun."
He threw the gun back, saying, "Besides, I have my own."
Lao Wu took out a more advanced-looking gun from his chest, which had a seemingly tight device on it.
He tapped the device gently and said, "Automatic targeting system, at least a 20-year sentence if caught, cost me a fortune to get this."
Lao Wu edged half his body out from beside the support pillar and aimed at a group of Luder Zuo Jing nearby.
But before the device on his gun could completely lock onto a target.
From one side of the exhibition hall, through the window blasted open earlier, several smoke grenades were suddenly thrown in.
Almost instantly, thick smoke covered the interior of the exhibition hall completely.
Lao Wu immediately retreated, lay flat on the ground, and peered in the direction from which the smoke grenades came.
And through the smoke, four fully armed guards could be faintly seen entering the exhibition hall.
But besides them, no one else followed in.