I'm the King Of Technology

Chapter 1057 - Shaolins At Work!

"This is Delta 2X reporting in.

Major General Josh is being held captive.

I repeat. Major General Josh is being held captive!"

...

What? Major General Josh was being held captive here?

A wave of shock slapped the faces of those who picked up the message.

Their eyes went cold, as they now knew what to do.

At present, there should be another ship attained far away in another corner around Deiferus.

These sh.i.p.s were stationed here and strategically moved from time to time around different points across Deiferus.

These sh.i.p.s were the ones that dropped those out on missions, collected any info they could find, and many times took those who completed their missions back to Baymard.

After all, they had radars to know who was where, so they typically chose scanty paths to pass, hence avoiding suspicions.

And, it always helped when they dropped or picked up the marines or soldiers off late into the night around 2 or 3 A.M.

Some sh.i.p.s were either going to Deiferus, going to Baymard or staying stationary far away from sight, just in case there might be trouble.

Bottom line, there should at least be one mission ship close by that would pick up their radio signals.

But most importantly, all these sh.i.p.s always carried information about those out of missions in Deiferus.

"This is The Victorious, BN-183, calling in.

Is anyone out there?

I repeat. This is The Victorious, BN-183, calling in.

Is anyone out there?

Static.

"Hello! The Victorious, BN-183, this is The Queen's Plunderer here. Over."

"Good. Man down. Possible rescue needed at the mission location.

We need key information about Major General Josh, serial number 00-000-003.

We need his mission location, mission task, and those in his team."

"No problem. I'll also contact those within Deiferus with Vehicles to get ready to drive towards the town, city or village where the soldier's mission was supposed to be carried out and check for any other teammates. Dead or alive, we will find them all. Over."

Just like that, the search for Josh's teammates began.

They had to make sure that Josh wasn't the only one taken away towards some weird location.

For all they knew, their other comrades could be in dire need of help too.

Meanwhile, back ashore, Landon and Lucius went their separate ways alongside the Shaolins, according to the development of things.

They had stated in the shadows and observed thoroughly, making heads and tails of what was happening.

Their initial plan was to attack the sh.i.p.s together.

But now, they saw Josh getting dragged into one of the largest estates close to the shores, for heaven knows what.

Of course, they could've left things for Lucy, Ruby and their teams to do.

But from what the girls said, they had also observed several slaves being taken out of several states on their side.

One thing to note was that not all the slaves in the dungeons might be taken out or chosen to go.

Some might even be left alone because they estimated that these people would die soon, maybe due to the extreme weather, wounds or something.

So they had to go into the dungeon and check things out for themselves.

They weren't all that interested in these things.

What interested them were the possible doc.u.ments that they saw a few people secretly fold and rich away.

In short, they had to get into these estates and had no time to move all the way to the other side, where Landon and the rest were.

That's why Lucius and his team broke off to save Josh instead.

Now, it was left for Landon and his team of Shaolins to deal with those on the sh.i.p.s.

.

"Let's go!"

"Hm."

~Woosh! Woosh!

And after getting very close enough, they passed their actions and readied their weapons, ready for action.

Landon squinted his eyes like a leopard while slowly advancing as he looked at his juicy prey.

And right behind him were the Shaolins!

Hanging on their sides were what looked like ordinary Chinese fans that opened and folded.

But these ones were killer fans that had razor-like veins that could cut and slash the enemy.

They also had a very overly thin but flexible Garrote wire that's typically used for assassins.

And finally, they had a pair of what one would call a metal calligraphy brush with them with a pointed tip.

It was 1/3 the length of an a.d.u.l.t arm and was as thin as a pencil, with its sharp knife-like tips.

Alright. Let the games begin.

One of the pirates, who had a whip in his lands, finally placed the who back after watching the last batch of slaves enter the ship he was assigned to watch over.

Now, all that was left was for the pirates carrying the c.h.e.s.ts to hurry up and load everything in.

Ahh... It felt good to go back to the open seas.

"Hey. Thomas, catch."

~Thap.

The pirate caught a chicken drum from his nearby friend and slowly walked towards the gang, standing close to the forest.

Their ship was docked a little close to the forest region, so there was no helping it.

Nonetheless, he wasn't afraid or worried about any enemies because the entire place, even deep within the forest, had Land Pirates diligently watching the area.

Unless one had otherworldly eyes that could spot everything, it was impossible for them to pinpoint all the hundreds and people spread across the region.

Thomas bit into the chicken viciously like a starved animal while walking towards his pirate comrades.

What bad could happen for chilling a bit?