I manage female characters in all the heavens.

Damn it!

Murphy's happy expression vanished instantly, and he slammed his fist hard on the armrest of the seat, his face turning ashen.

I thought it was because of your superior skills, but it turns out they were just being merciful. It's utterly insulting!

He finally understood that the two Hanxia women had not come to ask for help, but rather to draw the hatred of the King-level monster onto them!

They deliberately lured the King-level monster here to prevent us from going to the No. 26 Ancient Civilization Ruins.

In order to avoid being held accountable afterward, they even chose to actually help themselves fight against the King-level monster, demonstrating the spirit of solidarity and mutual assistance among humans in the face of monsters!

Without a word, they took off in their fighter jets, abandoning Hanxia's two friends and running away on their own, which shows how selfish they are!

Damn it, if they submit this video to the War God Palace, not only will they not get the support of the councilors to punish these two Hanxia spiritualists, but they will also be blamed.

The other party even considered this; they were indeed well-prepared!

Murphy had no immediate solution and could only urge the driver to accelerate, accelerate, and accelerate some more.

At its maximum speed of Mach 6, once this intelligent fighter jet reaches full speed, it will have no problem shaking off this king-level monster and the two Hanxia mentalists.

However, accelerating under such close scrutiny is an extremely difficult task.

Under the precise guidance of Li Mochou and Yunluo's telekinetic energy, several barely perceptible telekinetic strikes landed precisely on the Wild Soul Shark's nostrils and corners of its eyes.

Although not even a scratch was broken, the stinging sensation enraged the enormous creature.

The Wild Soul Shark let out a deep roar, its massive body leaping out of the sea, and an even thicker column of water shot towards the fighter jet like a cannonball!

"Don't panic, we're here to help you!!" Li Mochou and Yunluo shouted, using their powerful mental energy to help the fighter jet turn around.

The fighter jets tumbled wildly in the air, narrowly avoiding the attack, but their speed inevitably dropped again.

Li Mochou and Yunluo had already caught up during this gap.

"Open the door and let us in to hide." Li Mochou knocked on the fuselage of the fighter jet, her voice carrying throughout the cabin through her telekinetic powers.

Murphy's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot: "Get out!"

Yunluo sighed: "Then we'll do it ourselves."

The next moment, two powerful mental forces struck the fighter jet's hatch as if they were tangible.

A piercing metallic groan rang out as the hatch was forcibly ripped off by the combined efforts of two War God psychic masters!

A sudden gust of wind swept in, making it impossible for everyone to open their eyes.

"you--!"

Murphy was shocked and furious, but dared not make a move, fearing that he would damage the fighter jet and completely lose any chance of escape.

Li Mochou and Yun Luo darted into the fighter jet like two swimming fish.

The ripped hatch reattached to the frame, forcibly sealed shut by mental force, instantly restoring the air pressure to equilibrium.

"Alright, boarding successful." Yunluo patted non-existent dust off his hands and gave the dumbfounded American warriors in the cabin a bright smile. "Thank you all for your rescue, I am extremely grateful."

The cabin was deathly silent.

The American warriors watched as the two Han Xia women forced their way into their fighter jets, their expressions incredibly fascinating.

There was anger, astonishment, and frustration, but many people felt that this was not a bad thing. At least with these two powerful mentalists inside the fighter jet, the chances of escaping from a King-level monster were much greater.

"Boss! That king-level monster is still chasing us!"

Murphy took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to throw the two women out, and gritted his teeth as he squeezed out a sentence:

"Full speed ahead! Shake off that beast!"

The fighter jet spewed even more intense flames from its tail, its speed soared again, and it transformed into a shooting star in the afterglow of the setting sun, desperately fleeing into the distance.

Behind them, the Wild Soul Shark relentlessly pursued them, showing no sign of giving up.

It launches water attacks from time to time, forcing fighter jets to evade, which in turn forces them to slow down, preventing them from gaining speed.

Li Mochou and Yunluo issued commands from inside the fighter jet, as if they were the masters of the aircraft, leading everyone to escape from the jaws of death.

In order to save his life, Murphy had no choice but to acquiesce to this behavior.

What was supposed to be a journey to Ruins No. 26 turned into a thrilling escape at sea.

As long as Li Mochou and her companion are willing, this pursuit will continue until "Liu Ting" comes to a conclusion.

Inside the No. 26 ancient civilization site, "Liu Ting" has interrogated more than 500 people.

Continuously using her mental energy to scan others at a high intensity is a huge drain on her, but fortunately, she just used the gift left by Gao Jiyuan, which greatly boosted her mental energy, so she can manage it.

"Take a break, Academician Liu," Lu Jian, who had been by her side, couldn't help but advise. "If you continue like this, your body won't be able to take it."

Lu Jian was a high-level war god and had some understanding of war god-level mentalists. He knew how much pressure such continuous high-precision scanning was. The fact that "Liu Ting" could scan hundreds of people without taking a breath was already astonishing.

“I’m fine.” Liu Ting shook her head, her gaze firm. “Continue the interrogation.”

This isn't just polite talk; she's genuinely fine. Lu Jian isn't a mentalist and will never understand how powerful a peak War God mentalist is, let alone someone like her who's only a half-step star.

One after another.

When the total number of people interrogated exceeded seven hundred, "Liu Ting" finally detected an extremely faint, abnormal fluctuation with her mental power!

Her previously numb gaze instantly sharpened!

"you."

She pointed to a person in the crowd who was about to be interrogated.

The man was wearing the uniform of a support staff member at the ruins. He was about forty years old, had an ordinary appearance, and wore black-rimmed glasses. He looked unremarkable.

But just now, Liu Ting's mental energy, which covered the entire area, suddenly detected a momentary abnormality in him.

It wasn't the tension or unease one should feel as someone about to be interrogated, but a deeper fear, as if something was about to be exposed.

Although that fear lasted only a moment, it was as clear as a bright lamp in the dark night under the immense mental power of "Liu Ting".

Finally, they gave themselves away!

The man's body stiffened, and he raised his head, a perfectly measured hint of doubt on his face: "Academician Liu, did you call me?"

"Hmm." Liu Ting stood up, walked up to him, and looked him up and down. "What's your name? What's your job at the ruins?"

"My name is Zhao Ping. I'm from the ruins' logistics team, responsible for procuring some materials and parts," the man replied fluently and calmly.

However, Liu Ting's mental power could clearly perceive that beneath his calm surface, his heartbeat was accelerating rapidly and his adrenaline level was soaring.

He was nervous.

He was telling the truth, but he was extremely nervous, which was abnormal.

“Zhao Ping…”

"Liu Ting" pondered the name for a moment, then suddenly asked, "During the assembly of the 7.0 version of the electromagnetic railgun, were you in charge of procuring the relevant parts and materials?"

Chapter 267 The Truth, Destruction

At that moment, Zhao Ping's heart pounded violently, and the sound was exceptionally clear to Lu Jian and other War God-level martial artists.

They surrounded him one by one, eyeing Zhao Ping menacingly.

Zhao Ping's legs went weak and he knelt down, trembling as he said, "I...I confess..."

Liu Ting's face turned cold: "It seems there will be a result soon."

At the No. 26 ancient civilization site, Liu Ting and Gao Jiyuan, core members of the project team, sat around a long table.

A thick list of purchase orders and supplier qualification documents were spread out on the table.

"Academician Liu, we've found it." A middle-aged researcher wearing glasses flipped through the documents in his hand, his tone heavy.

"There was indeed a problem with the procurement batch of the main energy guide, one of the core components of the 7.0 version of the railgun."

Liu Ting didn't speak, but listened quietly, her fingers tapping lightly on the table.

The middle-aged researcher continued, "According to Academician Gao's design requirements, the main energy guide needs to be made of special alloy materials that can withstand ultra-high temperature and ultra-high pressure."

"And it must undergo at least three independent flaw detection tests to ensure that there are no microcracks or casting defects inside."

"However, according to Zhao Ping's confession, the batch of flow guides that were ultimately installed on the 7.0 version of the test machine were defective products."

His voice grew even lower: "Purchase records show that a batch of the same model of flow deflectors from the American supplier Cromwell Industries was replaced in the assembly line because of its lower price and shorter delivery time."

"And the person in charge of approving the purchase of these parts..."

He paused, his gaze falling on a signature at the end of the list.

"It's Chen Desheng, the procurement manager of the project team."

"It was him, who colluded with Zhao Ping and Cromwell Industries to defraud the state of funds by selling inferior goods as superior ones."

"While it is not yet certain whether this is the cause of the accident, it is certainly closely related."

The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly became more tense.

Liu Ting picked up the list, her gaze lingering on the signature for a few seconds, before asking softly, "Where is Chen Desheng?"

"After the railgun was installed yesterday, he asked for leave from the ruins citing 'illness' and has not been able to be contacted since."

Another researcher replied, "We just tried calling him, but his phone is switched off."

Liu Ting put down the list, her face expressionless.

After a few seconds of silence, she spoke: "Are there any leftover flow diverters from the batch supplied by Cromwell Group?"

"There was one as a backup, but it was also destroyed in the explosion."

"However, I asked someone to find the same model and batch of flow deflectors from Cromwell Industries elsewhere and conducted an emergency test. The test report has already been sent over."

The middle-aged researcher's voice was filled with barely suppressed anger: "The report shows that there are a large number of nanoscale microcracks inside, and the alloy composition ratio is also incorrect, with performance far below the design requirements of the electromagnetic railgun."

"This type of flow deflector can only withstand the power of a regular electromagnetic railgun at most, and it is completely unusable in ultra-high-power electromagnetic railguns. It is very easy for the structure to collapse under high energy loads!"

He didn't say anything more.

But everyone present understood what this meant.

In the 7.0 version of the Railgun, the main energy conduit collapsed and the energy went out of control the moment the fire button was pressed after the charge was completed, ultimately causing the devastating explosion.

Academician Gao Jiyuan sacrificed his life in this accident caused by defective parts.