People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Patton obviously does not possess the strong spiritual will that Qi Yan mentioned.

Even facing the threat of death at this moment, he could not escape the authority of 'the cutest god in the world'.

Seeing that Patton was still stubborn and staring at his sister, Qi Yan exerted all his mental control and punched Patton twice, leaving a black eye.

Amid Patton's screams like a slaughtered pig, Qi Yan grabbed his hair and said viciously:

"Come on, follow me to the main control room and teach me how to drive this prison."

"No, those people will put me in jail too." Patton wailed and begged for mercy.

Qi Yan threatened: "If you help me, you will be put in jail. If you don't help me, I will kill you now."

Patton seemed to be in vibration mode, his body shaking like a sieve.

Even so, he still stared at Qi Lin, with no intention of moving his eyes away.

Qi Lin said indifferently: "Teach him."

"……it is good!"

Patton surrendered instantly.

Seeing this, Qi Yan was so angry that he punched Patton twice again, and then dragged him into the main control room like a dead dog.

After the Originium bomb detonated by Robin, the main control room was in a mess.

Barton had two dark circles under his eyes. He checked inside and out for a long time and nodded to Qi Yan:

"Although some functions are damaged, there is no problem with normal driving."

Qi Yan rubbed his hands excitedly, pushed Barton aside, and sat in the driving seat: "What are you waiting for? Which one is the accelerator, which one is the brake, and where is the steering wheel?"

“There is no steering wheel, it is operated by commands.”

Patton began to introduce to Qi Yan the operation methods of those panels in a long-winded manner.

After some trouble, Qi Yan finally got a rough idea of ​​the functions of those dazzling panels. With a wave of his hand, he pushed the power lever directly to the highest level.

There was a loud bang in Mansfield Prison, and everyone felt a huge force coming and their bodies tilted uncontrollably.

The huge mobile city-state took off from the ground, stirring up dust that covered the sky.

Barton got up from the ground and said in horror: "Slow down quickly, pull the brake lever quickly, the prison structure can't bear such speed increase!"

"Which one is the brake lever from?"

After Patton pointed out the brake lever, Qi Yan raised his hand and broke it directly: "The brake is gone. On this journey, there is only forward movement, no retreat!"

Amid Patton's heart-wrenching screams, the prison's speed increased steadily, and it began to run wildly like a happy husky.

After Qi Yan mastered the simple operation method, he slapped Barton again:

"Which one is the map? Pull it out for me and locate the nearest natural disaster. Also, turn on the radio for me. I remember that Qie City had this thing back then."

"what?"

Barton almost suspected that he had heard it wrong.

It was not until he was slapped again that he quickly put away his messy thoughts and did what he was told.

A map appeared on a huge screen, and with Patton's operation, he successfully locked onto a natural disaster that was brewing.

There is never a shortage of natural disasters in this land.

But it was the first time that Patton saw someone heading specifically towards the natural disaster.

Qi Yan was too lazy to explain this. He took the microphone from Barton and turned to look at Qi Lin:

"Run, run to the bottom of the prison."

Qi Lin looked at his brother, then at the microphone in his hand, seemed to realize something, his face changed slightly, and he decisively turned around and fled the scene.

After Qi Lin's figure had completely disappeared, Qi Yan brought the microphone to his mouth, with the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably.

"It's rare to drive such a cool luxury car, how can I miss the exclusive BGM for racing?"

……

……

Military District Headquarters Building, Tremont, Columbia.

A soldier, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, rushed into the leader's office in a hurry.

"Captain Black, something terrible has happened!"

Inside the office, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, with an ordinary appearance but a very calm temperament, raised his head and looked at the soldier who broke in, frowning slightly:

"As an elite soldier of Colombia, you should maintain the most basic composure. You broke into my office without any notice. I can even shoot you directly!"

The soldier felt a chill down his spine, and finally regained some composure. He stood at attention and saluted: "Yes!"

Blake waved his hand, not wasting any more words on this, and asked:

“It’s also important to be efficient and report what you find.”

"It's Mansfield Prison. Just ten minutes ago, it suddenly deviated from its original route. We have contacted the city-state closest to it and sent a reconnaissance plane to confirm the situation."

After listening to the soldier's report, Blake did not react much, but just frowned again.

He slowly stood up and commanded, "Go to the monitoring department."

Blake's every move showed the calm and composed demeanor of an elite soldier, which slowly calmed the soldier's originally panicked mood.

The soldier quickly turned around and began to lead the way.

The two quickly rushed to the surveillance department, and as soon as they opened the door, they heard chaotic screams from inside.

"It's crazy, absolutely crazy!"

"There's a steep slope ahead of the prison route. It will definitely crash at this speed... Wait, it's turning. At this speed and angle... Drifting, it's drifting!"

"God, I must be dreaming. I actually saw someone using a mobile city-state to drift across this land."

Blake's eyes were calm beneath his sunglasses. Although his heart was slightly moved by the exclamations of the crowd, there was no change in his expression.

He knew that as the highest-ranking commander present, he had to ensure that he was the calmest person when encountering something.

Only in this way can we stabilize the morale of the army.

Sure enough, after seeing Blake, the soldiers in the monitoring department forced themselves to calm down.

Blake took a few steps forward and came to the surveillance screen, silently watching the screen showing the out-of-control behemoth speeding across the land.

Due to the driver's rough operation, the structure of Mansfield Prison has been visibly deformed and collapsed.

"What exactly does the other party want to do?"

Blake fell into deep thought.

At this time, a soldier hurried to Blake's side and reported: "Sir, it is found that Mansfield Prison is sending some messages through the full-range broadcast. Do you want to connect it?"

"Connect. This must be a declaration from the other party. Whether it's a terrorist attack or revenge for some other purpose, we must find out their intentions."

Blake acted decisively and ordered the call to be connected.

Including Blake, all the staff in the monitoring department held their breath and prepared to analyze the broadcast information with great concentration.

"Ballet in water, Indian macho, Indian rice, kick out the feeling... catch the shrimp, Atong visits the sick Buddha, Haier Wang Tebi... take your mother to fly, Tuarui kicked the wrong butt, oh~"

The strange yet dynamic syllables were sung by a young boy's clear voice, but they sounded like a death curse from hell when they entered everyone's ears. The melody turned into a ruthless giant hand, stirring wildly in their heads.

"Oh, my ears, my head is about to split open!"

"Grandma, what are you talking to me? I can't hear you. Don't wave, I don't want to leave, wuwu..."

"Turn it off, turn it off quickly, it's a sonic weapon!"

Blake's face was distorted, he held his head in pain, and his sunglasses were thrown away.

With an amazing force of will, he stumbled towards the radio receiver and punched it with all his might.

The horrifying singing suddenly stopped, and everyone in the monitoring department collapsed to the ground, their bodies twitching uncontrollably.

Blake gasped with lingering fear and looked up at the prison on the screen that was still running. He could no longer maintain his composure and calm.

Then, his eyes suddenly widened: "What is the other party going to do on this route? There is a natural disaster cloud over there!"

As Blake watched in horror, the huge prison crashed headfirst into the dark range of the disaster cloud.