Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 580 Negotiation between Gods
The bright moon hangs high.

A transport plane flies at high speed beneath clouds thousands of meters high.

Inside the cabin, the red tactical indicator lights glowed dimly, reflecting on seven young but tense faces.

The eight members of the Super Soldier Company, except for Lena, were all fully armed and seated in their respective tactical seats.

Everyone seemed a little uneasy.

This afternoon, the head instructor spent the entire afternoon conducting a comprehensive assessment of them.

Then, they were given directions for future development and training methods, and a long list of books was provided.

Just when everyone thought they were about to begin another month-long, incredibly boring, rote-learning training in theory,

Mo Yu, the chivalrous hero, stood before them and said calmly, "Alright, I've already told you the theoretical foundation and the path ahead. Now, prepare to begin your first practical lesson."

“I’ve noticed that you’ve hardly ever had any blood on your hands, so… let’s see some blood first.”

When everyone heard this, their minds went blank.

When they all thought Mo Yu was joking...
The next second, the mission coordinates, the operation briefing, and the helicopter that was already fully prepared for takeoff were thrown right in front of them.

Perhaps it's because the enclosed cabin is rather stuffy.

Zhao Xin felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and couldn't sit still for a moment:

"Hey guys...we're not really going to kill someone, are we?"

"Our defenses were tested this afternoon."

Qi Lin, sitting opposite him, suddenly spoke up: "You can take a shower with a heavy machine gun on you without any problem. What are you afraid of?"

“I’m not afraid! I just…” Zhao Xin immediately retorted, but his voice lacked confidence.

Qi Lin interrupted him without looking up, her voice cold and clear: "The targets this time are all armed drug dealers. Didn't you see the files? They... deserve to die!"

“Uh…” Zhao Xin was speechless.

In China, if there's anyone who can be caught and killed without causing any controversy or even putting any psychological burden on the executioner, it's a drug dealer.

Their strength and equipment meant that even the most ruthless drug traffickers could not harm them.

The fact that the heroes Mo Yu chose this target as the starting point for their bloodshed was definitely a well-thought-out decision.

The goal is evil.

It is invincible.

The only obstacle is themselves.

"Qilin..."

Zhao Xin looked at Qi Lin, who was flipping through a book, and asked, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

Qi Lin's fingers paused slightly on the pages of the book.

"I...haven't killed anyone either." Her voice lowered.

Given the security situation in Juxia City, before the Taotie invasion, where would there have been any serious incidents requiring the police to take action and kill criminals on the spot? She had fired her gun, but at most it was for warning or to wound.

The atmosphere inside the cabin seemed even more oppressive.

Sitting in the corner, Ge Xiaolun clenched his fists tightly, trying hard to suppress the cowardly thought of wanting to escape.

His condition was arguably the worst among these people.

The previous generation of Galactic Force's aversion and fear of war, like a leech, constantly eroded his already weak will.

The youngest, Rui Mengmeng, was as quiet as ever.

Whether it was due to a slow reaction time or the influence of the "Norstar Sharp Blade" gene, she simply hugged her giant blade, huddled in her seat, and stared blankly at the cabin wall, lost in thought.

Liu Chuang, the God of War of the Norstar, sat there with an even more nonchalant air.

Looking at his calm demeanor, Zhao Xin couldn't help but bare his teeth and turn to ask, "Chuangzi, you're pretty good, not afraid at all? You...you've killed people before?"

Liu Chuang grinned: "Back when I was in the underworld, I've killed people before. But I always knew my limits and never killed anyone."

"but……"

He felt the fervent desire for "glory" and "war" amplified by his supergenes within him, and muttered, "I'm thinking, chopping down those scum should be about the same, right?"

"..."

Zhao Xin grinned, but didn't dare to say anything more.

"Alright, Zhao Xin."

Du Qiangwei, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly spoke up, "Be quiet. We'll reach our target location in five minutes."

As the deputy commander of the Super Soldier Company and the ground commander-in-chief of this operation, Du Qiangwei's prestige is second only to Lena and Mo Yu.

Zhao Xin dared not provoke her, but the unease in his heart was like ants crawling on him.

After a brief silence, she couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Wait... I mean, Rose... why didn't Instructor Mo and Captain Lena come along for our first real combat exercise?"

"Even if Instructor Mo doesn't participate in this kind of mission, Captain Lena should still be with us, right? She's the captain..."

"you mean,"

Du Qiangwei glanced at him sideways: "I'm not qualified to be the commander of this operation, am I?"

"No, no, no! Absolutely not!"

Having already suffered her beating, Zhao Xin quickly shook his head: "I absolutely support your command! I'm just curious! Curious!"

"Ah."

Du Qiangwei snorted coldly and closed her eyes again.

If someone were to monitor her heart rate, they would find that her emotions were not as calm as they appeared.

Don't be fooled by her cold, aloof demeanor, as if she were a veteran accustomed to killing.

In reality, she was also a greenhorn.

Before the super gene was activated, she was a pilot.

Given the current peaceful state of China, which pilot would have the opportunity to kill someone?

She was actually quite panicked inside.

Just as the Super Soldier Corps' transport plane was about to reach the target airspace.

On the other side, Tianhe City remains as prosperous as ever.

A Hongqi sedan with military license plates stopped in front of the magnificent yet deathly silent gate of the Angel International Resort Hotel.

There was no security guard, no parking attendant, and not even a single light.

In fact, all the staff and guests in the entire resort hotel had been asked to leave three days in advance.

"...I already told you, that old woman specifically said you're in charge! Why did you drag me here?!" In the back seat, Lena was extremely annoyed and ranting at Mo Yu.

She sat cross-legged, dressed in casual clothes, her face etched with boredom and anger.

"What's the point of this stupid negotiation? With those self-righteous angels? I'd rather go on a mission with Rose and the others!" She just wanted to go have some fun.

A young orderly carrying 12 cents on his shoulder, who was helping to drive, sat upright, staring intently ahead.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, got out of the carriage: "Qiangwei and the others are going to see blood and practice their skills, to overcome the hurdle in their hearts. Why do you have to come and join in? You're interested in killing a few mortals?"

"I……"

Lena choked for a moment, then pouted. She was always too embarrassed to admit that she hadn't actually killed anyone, but she stubbornly insisted:

"Tch! I was the one who helped find those drug dens! Besides, I'm the captain of the Super Soldier Company! How could such an important collective operation be possible without my brilliant command?"

Mo Yu rolled his eyes: "With their gear, even a heavy machine gun couldn't scratch their armor. What's the point of having a commander? This mission is just a matter of whether they dare to take action."

He ignored Lena and walked straight to the hotel entrance.

Although Lena was very unwilling and muttered to herself, she still got out of the car and followed them at a leisurely pace.

She actually knew that today's event was the first formal negotiation on Earth between Shenzhou, Lieyang, and Angels.

If she, the embodiment of the Sun's Light representing the Lieyang Civilization, weren't present, Pan Zhen would have to drag her back from Blue Star the next day.

Whether or not a deal can be reached is a matter of ability.

Whether or not to participate is a matter of attitude.

Pan Zhen's main purpose in sending her to Shenzhou was to allow her to grow.

After she arrived, she only cared about shopping and having fun, and didn't do anything productive... So why should the elders let her stay in China? She should go home and do embroidery!

Interestingly, the orderly who was driving also picked up a briefcase and quickly followed.

This was something Mo Yu specifically requested.

Otherwise, given his and Lena's abilities, they wouldn't need to take a car at all.

The orderly was also aware of his "mission".

He was like a human recorder, only responsible for organizing everything he heard into meeting minutes.

Well, that's not really important. Mo Yu will submit the complete meeting recording when she gets back.

Mo Yu mainly felt that this important negotiation, which would determine the future of China, required a Chinese person to be at the table.

After all, regardless of what Mo Yu himself thinks, in the eyes of Angel Yan and Lena, Mo Yu represents himself and the unknown martial arts civilization behind him, not Shenzhou.

Given Shenzhou's current strength, if we exclude the two "external aids" Mo Yu and Lie Yang, and even include the descendants of De Nuo like Du Kao and Lian Feng...

They are simply not qualified to sit at this table and engage in equal dialogue with the known superpowers of the universe.

Sending a powerful figure like Huang, who truly has the authority to make decisions, in person might actually humiliate them.

Therefore, the most suitable candidate is actually a service soldier...

He strode forward, pushed open the hotel door, and then obediently stepped back half a step behind Mo Yu, acting as a nobody.

The heroes Mo Yu and Lena walked into the empty hotel lobby one after the other.

There were no lights, only the cool moonlight streaming through the domed glass, barely outlining the luxurious silhouette of the hall.

The three of them climbed the spiral staircase covered with a dark red carpet and finally arrived at the living room of the presidential suite on the top floor.

It was quite dark here.

Only in the very center of the living room, at the head of each end of the long mahogany table that could accommodate twenty people for a meeting, was a bright spotlight suspended.

The cold white beam of light illuminated the two main seats, making them the focal point of the stage.

At the far end of the conference table, at the boundary between shadow and light.

The orderly's breath hitched.

Right there, bathed in the lampposts, sat three women so perfect they seemed unreal.

They were clad in gilded silver armor, and their dazzling golden hair was brighter than the moonlight.

Sacred, beautiful, yet...so majestic it's suffocating!
The one in the lead sat casually in the main seat, his amber eyes gleaming with a sacred light under the spotlight, a lightness that was almost too dazzling to look directly at, while a faint, frivolous smile played on his lips.

The other two, like the most perfect sculptures, stood on either side of her.

Under the spotlight, the sacred wings reflected light, appearing holy and otherworldly.

The sense of oppression is overwhelming!
'Is...is she really an angel?'

The orderly felt a tremor in his heart, and a sense of awe and insignificance from the deepest part of life instantly gripped him!

Just as he was about to lose his composure—

"call."

The group of heroes standing in front of him, Mo Yu, suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke.

In the midst of the gathering and parting, he had already taken his seat at the other end of the long table, facing the leading angel from afar.

He waved casually.

On the mahogany floor to his left and right, two seeds sprouted on each side, their branches intertwining and winding, and in an instant, they transformed into two chairs exactly like the one he was sitting on.

"sit down."

His calm voice was like the rising sun, warming people's hearts.

The pressure in the orderly's heart dissipated most of its intensity upon hearing this voice.

Lena pouted, walked over casually, plopped down on the chair to Mo Yu's left, and casually crossed her legs.

The orderly took a deep breath.

He glanced at Mo Yu's calm profile and straightened his back.

He represents China!

He marched with perfect military steps to the chair on the right, but only sat down with half his bottom on it. He opened his notebook, gripped his pen tightly, and, head held high, continued to play the role of the invisible man.

It doesn't matter what you say or in what capacity you assume.

But at least at this moment, China, as a force, has indeed sat down at the negotiating table between gods.

From the main seat, Angel Yan glanced indifferently at Mo Yu's left and right, not paying any attention to him, but rather quite interested in Mo Yu's ability.

"Unlike our gene-based technologies."

Angel Yan's voice was ethereal and melodious, "The abilities you can use are more diverse, and... more peculiar."

"It's just a small trick."

Mo Yu, the chivalrous hero, was not arrogant. Instead, he calmly shook his head and said, "What I can do, your technology can also do. It just requires some additional plugins. In fact, compared to the difficulty I had in acquiring these abilities, it is even easier for you to create them."

"Oh?"

Angel Yan raised an eyebrow slightly. "I didn't expect you to be so humble."

She toned down her languid posture, slowly sat up straight, and gazed at Mo Yu.

After receiving Queen Keisha's mission, she has been diligently practicing the "Holy Light Martial Arts" these past few days, hoping to return and report back as soon as possible.

Therefore, after that, she carefully read through the "Martial God's Codex".

With the Holy Light Martial Arts personally developed by Queen Keisha as a foundation, the more she studied it, the more she realized just how profound the seemingly "shallow" "Martial God's Codex" truly was.

simply put……

She understood a little bit, but didn't understand at all.

How exactly can one achieve the so-called "harmony between man and nature"?
This problem deeply troubled the seven-thousand-year-old angel god of war.

The man before her seemed to be the only shortcut.

(End of this chapter)