Fu Luo changed into casual clothes, with a reader left by Ye Wenlin, a multi-functional extendable military knife, a cell phone and some cash in her pockets. She had no luggage at all, empty-handed, adjusting herself to the best state for being on the run.

Wang Ergou must have been frequently locked up at home, so he was exceptionally familiar with this situation. His tools for the job were quite complete; he was clearly a skilled worker. He even knew how to calculate and adjust angles when the system didn't pass, to make the shoddy fake iris look a bit more real.

Very quickly, the two of them broke through the house's security system.

Before leaving, although Fu Luo had reservations about Wang Yacheng's naturally revealed malice, she still asked out of kindness: "I'm leaving just like this, what about you?"

She was sincere, but unexpectedly, that Wang Ergou not only didn't appreciate her words at all, but immediately rolled his eyes at the sky: "You don't need to worry about it."

Ptooey, this brat, kindness is taken for granted.

Fu Luo turned and left without another word.

Transportation had already collapsed, but Fu Luo didn't care at all. She decided to walk there.

Perhaps it was because she was young and healthy, or she was really too carefree. The previous day, Fu Luo had gone through a chaotic day, had not slept a wink all night, and in the morning had fought three hundred rounds with her house's security system. She learned the big secret that her younger brother wanted to stage a sibling fight to the death... At this time, walking on the road, she didn't feel tired at all.

Perhaps when a person can single-mindedly head in one direction, nothing can stop her.

Compared to the young dreams revealed after the clouds parted, what did the terrible space battlefield and trivial family wars matter?

As Fu Luo walked, she pondered. The school teachers basically all knew her, and the requirements for basic soldiers probably wouldn't be too high. She should be able to pass smoothly. Then she would just make do living in the school dorms for a few days - after all, the central military academy was a key military location, outsiders weren't allowed to enter casually, so Fu Xiaoxin definitely wouldn't be able to find her here.

Then she needed to carefully consider her wording and write a polite and tactful reply letter to Yang Ning.

Refusing an invitation that made her feel so honored made even Fu Luo herself feel quite unappreciative.

At this time, Fu Luo, who was wholeheartedly set on going to the spaceship's basic artillery platform, hadn't yet realized that although she always considered herself ordinary and average, fate would not give her the chance to be ordinary and average.

Fu Luo arrived at the school with practiced ease. She registered her identity information at the school gate. Just as she got her number plate and was preparing to line up to get her physical examination form, a middle-aged man in uniform hurriedly walked out with a team of people, passing right by her side.

Fu Luo raised her eyes and couldn't help but call out: "Teacher Wang!"

Wang Yansheng was the best intelligence expert in the country. He had just turned sixty years old. It should have been the most vigorous time in a man's life, but because he had used his mind too much over the years, more than half of his hair had already turned white, always making him look a bit haggard.

Seeing her lining up here, Wang Yansheng was stunned for a moment: "Fu Luo? What are you doing here?"

Fu Luo stood at attention and reported: "I came to apply for the artillery forces."

Wang Yansheng looked at her in disbelief.

The space combat department had always been the elite among the elite. Who would go to the most basic level to be a soldier? Who would go to the most basic level to be a soldier, let alone the student with the highest overall scores?

As an intelligence expert, Wang Yansheng had a unique skill. On the first day of class, he would call the roll first, not to check attendance - their kind of school had never heard of anyone daring to skip class - but after calling the roll once, he could recognize all the names and faces of the entire class without mistake.

Within a week of the start of school, the temperaments and family backgrounds of each student in the class he led would basically be at Wang's fingertips. Fu Luo was one of his best students, so Wang Yansheng had an even deeper impression of her than others.

With a slight turn of thought, he thought of Wang Yizheng. At Wang Yansheng's age, he roughly understood the feelings of being a parent. He quickly guessed the causes and consequences with about eighty or ninety percent accuracy.

"Running away from home?" Teacher Wang asked in a low voice.

Fu Luo silently lowered her head, feeling that the phrase sounded a bit embarrassing.

"Quite a stunt." Wang Yansheng rolled his eyes. "Don't line up here, I have an urgent task that's short on manpower... Sigh, now except for hospital beds, everywhere is short on people. Come with me."

Fu Luo: "But I haven't been tested yet..."

"Test what test," Wang Yansheng interrupted her, "Okay, okay, okay, just take your plate, I'll tell them when the time comes, okay? Keep up!"

Seeing his hurried appearance, one could tell there must be some urgent task. Fu Luo's eyes lit up and without another word, she clicked her heels: "Yes!"

It seemed she didn't need to take the exam?

Fu Luo, who had unintentionally gotten by on her reputation, rubbed her nose and hurriedly jogged to keep up.

Several small aircraft carried them gliding at low altitude. When they arrived at the city center, the aircraft suddenly increased their altitude.

Fu Luo was very familiar with the central business district below. She had stayed here for two months - the electronic poster on the 12th floor wall of the most luxurious office building still had her "General" photo.

As the aircraft passed by, Fu Luo couldn't help but lower her head. Although under the effect of makeup and post-production, ordinary people couldn't tell that the person in the photo was her, Teacher Wang was no "ordinary person".

Fortunately, Wang Yansheng only looked a few more times and muttered in a low voice: "I didn't expect that with some dressing up, she looks quite presentable and has some potential for intelligence work."

Fu Luo was suddenly praised and before she could feel happy, Teacher Wang's next sentence came: "What are you proud of? Just casually complimenting, you silly gazelle, I don't want you."

Fu Luo reacted to the implication in his words and was shocked: "Teacher, you..."

"I also just received the order," Wang Yansheng sighed, "I was teaching so well, this time I've become a spy chief."

On the wide roads on both sides of the ground, one side was the high-rise central business district, and the other side was the government office district - filled with provincial offices in Beijing and central government buildings.

The aircraft slowly circled above the tall buildings. Looking down from a high vantage point, one could see that the two sides were clearly demarcated at this time. One side had armed security forces, and the other side had ragged citizens.

The once bustling central business district was now eerily silent. Not a single light was on in the towering skyscrapers, as if they were already dead. All the display windows had lost their color, and the square was no longer filled with soaring balloons and the slightly noisy laughter of people.

Wang Yansheng's expression remained unchanged as he whispered, "Give me a close-up view."

The image from the accompanying telescope in the aircraft was displayed on the screen, instantly revealing every detail of the scene on the ground - there were men, women, old and young among the people, with expressions ranging from numb, angry, to bewildered... They stood or sat gathered in the square, holding crooked banners and slogans.

The scarlet words struck Fu Luo's eyes.

"Where are our human rights?"

"Where are our homes?"

"We need to survive!"

"We have the right to live under the sun!"

More and more people kept joining in, eventually occupying nearly half the street. It created a massive, oppressive group presence. None of these people stood out to shout slogans, and they all whispered to each other. They quietly held up their signs, looking at the government building in front of them with the same posture, presenting a terrifying silence like the calm before a volcanic eruption.

Even the security forces couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines.

Those standing opposite were not enemies. Now that freedom and democracy had progressed so far, no soldiers from any country would dare point their guns at their own people, especially at this extremely sensitive moment.

Fu Luo narrowed her eyes slightly—something was off. Civilian signals were down, and in just one day, how could so many people spontaneously gather here without signals or internet?

Could it be that the entire city's population suddenly had a telepathic moment at the same time?

Although these people were dressed shabbily, their expressions and complexions were not that fatigued. They reacted swiftly, communicating quickly and effectively with each other, and the atmosphere was restrained and orderly... There was no way this was formed spontaneously by angry citizens!

Fu Luo was startled and turned to look at Wang Yansheng, whose face was equally solemn, "Teacher, are there interstellar spies on the ground?"

Wang Yansheng operated the camera, slowly scanning the entire scene, "If it were only spies inciting protests and demonstrations, that would be fine."

Fu Luo remembered that in class, Wang Yansheng had taught classic cases of how to disguise as protesting citizens to create terrorist incidents, with a total of six steps.

Step 1: Pose as a victimized interest group and organize small-scale marches in areas with the highest foot traffic under the guise of "expressing demands".

Step 2: Raise flags, distribute flyers, and attract genuine protestors who are unaware of the truth to join.

Step 3: The hidden organizers incite the demonstrators through the "disguised" among the "real demanders" to conduct large-scale illegal rallies and marches...

They landed on the rooftop, and Wang Yansheng instructed people to open a huge signal box with over a hundred diode signal terminals, each connected to an undercover agent below. The flashing signals were the special forces' latest encrypted version of Morse code.

Fu Luo only stared for a while before feeling dazzled.

It was equivalent to over a hundred people talking to her at the same time - and not in a language she was familiar with.

But Wang Yansheng had an overall view and remained unperturbed. He even meticulously monitored the video footage transmitted from the ground, "Snipers, pay attention. A woman holding a child has stepped out. Watch the man who pushed her, his appearance..."

He paused for a moment, glancing over the flashing signal terminals, and said in a voice as steady as a mountain, "Around 1.8 meters tall, gray hoodie, wearing a knit hat."

Fu Luo looked at the footage from the ground. A woman suddenly emerged from the crowd, holding a one- or two-year-old child who had just learned to walk upright and was still wearing open-crotch pants.

At the same time, countless scopes from both visible and hidden positions locked onto the woman.

But she showed no panic at all. Holding the child, she stood still in the middle of the road.

The toddler absentmindedly put his hand in his mouth and sucked noisily, seeming quite hungry already.

"Our family came here to make a living seven years ago," the woman began. Her voice had a special infectious quality. "We've always rented in the government's underground public housing. After deducting rent, daily necessities, meals and other expenses, it's hard to save a single cent..."

The woman described her ant-hole life in the underground city in a very emotional way.

Step 4: Ignite group anger and create violent conflicts.

At this point, Wang Yansheng suddenly pressed his earpiece and listened intently for a moment, his voice slightly raised, "Assassination, are you sure?"

Fu Luo's expression turned grim.

"Yes, I understand," Wang Yansheng abruptly stood up and switched to another communication channel, asking quickly, "How long until reinforcements arrive... No, don't send army personnel, find the high-level security department to directly take charge, and also the ground forces of the space military... Mm, who was temporarily authorized to be in charge of communications yesterday?"

The other party replied something, and Wang Yansheng paused, "Good, immediately contact Colonel Yang Ning for me."

After finishing, Wang Yansheng put down the headset and swept his gaze over Fu Luo and the others, "Inside information - interstellar spies are planning to incite mutiny in our military under the guise of this, aiming to assassinate a very important person in our hands. News just came that this person went missing three minutes ago. Now I need you all to take action immediately and find him before the enemy does."