After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

In the middle of the night, Leng Ran was fast asleep when the quantum computer strapped to her left wrist suddenly started vibrating, waking her up.

Leng Ran groggily raised his left hand, squinted his eyes a crack, and looked sleepily at the computer screen.

It is Zhao Yuheng.

She pressed the answer button, then closed her eyes again: "What are you doing calling me in the middle of the night, Zhao Yuheng? Give me a reason not to kill you..."

The only response was the cold sound of a burst of bullets. Two seconds later, Zhao Yuheng's weak voice came from the personal terminal.

"You don't need to lift a finger. Mo Li, if you don't come to pick me up, I'll kill myself right here."

Leng Ran instantly sobered up.

Zhao Yuheng is in deep trouble, and his situation is extremely dangerous.

Leng Ran immediately rolled out of bed and rushed towards the equipment room in the dark: "Zhao Yuheng, hold on, give me your location, I'll be there right away."

Zhao Yuheng's voice came through intermittently: "Eighth Street, Thirty-Two Road, Black Market Street. Be careful, this place is full of Illuminati!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the chaotic static from the electrical circuit completely drowned out Zhao Yuheng's voice.

Leng Ran frowned: "Zhao Yuheng? Zhao Yuheng, can you hear me?"

The communication signal was severely interfered with, and there was no sound from the other end of the optical computer.

Leng Ran had no choice but to hang up the communication: "Tsk, electromagnetic interference device. Zhao Yuheng, you'd better hold on until I get there."

She rushed into the equipment room, turned on the lights, and began to skillfully put on all sorts of equipment, especially the metal exoskeleton and optical disguise device used to disguise her identity.

To keep your true identity hidden, you need to be careful with these two things and not overlook anything.

Three minutes later, the 1.9-meter-tall blond lion boy reappeared, coldly checked his weapons and equipment one last time, and prepared to set off.

Strangely enough, she had been out for so long, yet Yangon hadn't made a sound, not even turning on a light for her.

But now is not the time to dwell on that; Zhao Yuheng is still waiting for her to save his life.

"Yangon, I'm going out to rescue someone, I'll be right back."

She tossed out the folding motorcycle box with a cold air. The metal box quickly unfolded in the air, and in the blink of an eye, a black motorcycle appeared in front of her.

She leaped lightly out of the window, her night clothes billowing in the cold wind, revealing the metal exoskeleton covering her legs.

He landed steadily on the motorcycle seat, put his right hand on the handlebars and twisted them, and the motorcycle started up, speeding away like a black lightning bolt and disappearing into the vast night.

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Meanwhile, in the Eighth Block, Black Market Street.

Zhao Yuheng clutched his left shoulder, where he had been shot, and stumbled into a dirty alleyway. Blood gushed from the wound, and he was starting to feel dizzy from blood loss.

He closed his eyes helplessly, his back pressed against the cold wall, trying his best to suppress his somewhat heavy breathing, afraid of disturbing the enemy outside who was chasing him—the army of cyborgs from the other shore.

As a former top assassin known as "Soul Seventeen," he never used his hands to kill, but relied on his mental power. Unexpectedly, his proud mental attacks were ineffective against these highly modified humans, and his low-end "stealth" technique, which he used to save his life, had been overused and was on the verge of collapse.

Currently, his only offensive weapon is a psionic energy gun, which is simply not enough against the cyborgs outside who possess advanced weaponry.

And Mo Li, whom he had finally managed to contact, was still nowhere to be found. Zhao Yuheng gave a bitter smile; now, all his hopes for survival rested on Mo Li.

He had never looked forward to seeing that face so much.

Within his mental vision, the cyborg refrained from firing rashly and attracting unnecessary attention, instead meticulously investigating the nearby alleyways.

As his blood continued to drain, he gradually felt cold all over. The long period of hiding from the pursuers had also gradually weakened him.

The cyborg's metal limbs clattered on the stone slabs, each step sinking into Zhao Yuheng's heart. As the footsteps drew closer, Zhao Yuheng slowed his breathing and gripped the gun in his right hand. He was ready to fight to the death when the cyborg searched the alley where he was hiding.

Just as a cyborg stepped into the alley, a resolute light flashed in Zhao Yuheng's eyes. He emerged from the shadows and, without hesitation, fired a shot into the man's left eye.

The bullet pierced the enemy's brain, and the cyborg fell to the ground. However, this attracted the attention of more enemies, who all rushed towards the alley where Zhao Yuheng was.

Just as he was about to be surrounded, a voice that made him feel incredibly reassured came from above.

"Shence, get down!"

Zhao Yuheng decisively dropped to the ground, while two miniature bombs traced beautiful arcs across the night sky, landing precisely among the cyborgs huddled together. A deafening explosion rang out, shattering the stone pavement into countless fragments that flew everywhere, raising a cloud of dust.

Leng Ran rode his motorcycle, leaping off the roof and landing on the ground, narrowly missing the aftershocks of the explosion. With a drift and a sudden stop, he came to a steady halt beside Zhao Yuheng.

Zhao Yuheng, who had already been lying down, felt a wave of heat sweep over his back. As the dust settled, he raised his head again and found a hand already outstretched in front of him.

"I'm here, partner." Leng Ran looked at him with a smile. "Can you still stand up? Let me help you?"

"No need." Zhao Yuheng grasped it with his right hand and used it to get up. "You're so slow, you tough guy."

We're really late.

But... thankfully you came.

Thankfully, you're here.