SFS Chapter 127 Why go to all this trouble just to get a pot?
Chapter 127 Why go to all this trouble just to get a pot?
Too much trouble.
When those four words were casually uttered by Lin Fan and transmitted to Li Zhenguo's ears via satellite phone...
Li Zhenguo was completely stunned.
trouble?
Mr. Lin, this is stealing their most important strategic materials from the most heavily guarded secret base in North America!
On our side, we are ready to deploy top-notch agents who have been undercover for over a decade, and we are even prepared for the worst-case scenario of sacrificing an aircraft carrier battle group to draw attention!
In your opinion, this is just... trouble?
"Then...then you mean..." Li Zhenguo asked cautiously and tentatively.
He dared not think any further.
"What do I mean?" Lin Fan glanced at the group of idle "employees" in the yard and curled his lip.
"We're supporting so many people, we can't just let them eat all day without doing any work, can we?"
As he spoke, he shouted into the courtyard.
"Hey! Stop standing around, we've got work to do!"
The voice just fell.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
A dozen golden figures appeared in front of Lin Fan in an instant. Each of them stood tall and straight, kneeling on one knee, their movements perfectly synchronized and full of ritual.
"Sir! What are your orders?"
The sound was loud and clear, making the air in the courtyard buzz.
Li Zhenguo, on the other end of the phone, was so startled by the sudden noise that his hand trembled and he almost dropped his phone.
He recognized the voices – they were those twelve Gold Saints!
He knew that a group of monsters lived in Mr. Lin's courtyard.
But he didn't expect that the discipline of this group of monsters was even stronger than that of his most elite special forces!
These aren't just "employees"; they're clearly an army of gods!
"Well, there's something I need to tell you." Lin Fan cleared his throat and spoke slowly to the row of gleaming "employees" in front of him.
"Just now, a friend from the government said they wanted to send me a pot. But the materials for making the pot are at someone else's house, and they won't give it to me."
"So, we need a business trip slot to retrieve that document for me."
As Lin Fan spoke, he used his mental power to directly input the coordinates that Li Zhenguo had just given into the minds of the twelve people in front of him.
"Who wants to go?"
He had barely finished speaking.
"Sir! Please let me go!" Camus, the Aquarius, was the first to step forward. A hint of urgency appeared on his perpetually icy face. "That place is extremely hot. My 'Absolute Zero' can perfectly penetrate without triggering any heat alarms!"
"Camus, you're wrong!" Scorpio Milo immediately retorted. "These kinds of infiltration missions are all about speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness! My 'Scarlet Needle' can put all the guards to sleep in an instant, without causing any casualties. That's the perfect solution!"
"You're all too violent!" Gemini Saga stepped forward, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Why go through all this trouble to deal with mortal technology? My 'alternate dimension' can directly open a passage to that warehouse. We can take what we need and leave without a trace. That's true art!"
"Sir! My telekinetic powers can pull that rock right out of the ground!"
"Sir! My Light Speed Fist can..."
In an instant, the courtyard became noisy again.
The twelve Gold Saints engaged in another heated debate over a spot to "go on a business trip to pick up a pot," each citing classical texts and analyzing their own strengths, as if they were not going to pick up a stone but rather to run for the position of cosmic sphere commander.
Li Zhenguo on the other end of the phone was completely dumbfounded.
Absolute zero? Scarlet needle? Another dimension?
Each of these words sent chills down his spine.
He now finally understood why Mr. Lin had said "trouble".
What he considered a huge problem was, in the eyes of Mr. Lin's "employees," a simple, easy question.
The only problem is... who to send.
"That's enough!"
Lin Fan finally lost his patience with their noise.
He rubbed his temples, feeling his blood pressure spike first thing in the morning.
"The usual!" he roared weakly.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Best of three! Whoever wins goes!"
"Hurry up! Don't delay my eating the stir-fried cabbage with vinegar!"
And so, under the completely numb gazes of Fang Qingxue and Old Wang on the wall.
The twelve Gold Saints, who would be worshipped as gods by outsiders, once again skillfully formed a circle and extended their gleaming golden fists.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
The scene was sacred and solemn, yet filled with an incomprehensible sense of absurdity.
Li Zhenguo, on the other end of the phone, silently hung up after hearing the unified chants.
He felt that his Plan B could be permanently shelved.
All he wants to know now is which "god" ultimately won this precious opportunity to "get the pot" in North America.
A few minutes later.
Amidst sighs of regret and envious, jealous gazes, Gemini Saga, with a perfect "scissors" move, cut off everyone's "paper" and secured final victory.
He straightened his magnificent holy armor and a victor's smile appeared on his face.
He walked up to Lin Fan, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed, his posture elegant yet haughty.
"Sir, I will not fail you. Please wait a moment, your pot will be here soon."
After saying that, he smirked and swung his right hand forward.
"Another dimension!"
A pitch-black, twisted void, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, appeared out of thin air in the center of the courtyard.
Saga didn't even glance at the hole before stepping inside, his figure vanishing instantly.
In the courtyard, only the black opening leading to an unknown space, still slowly rotating, remained.
Fang Qingxue looked at the black hole and felt her legs go weak.
She... she should have reminded that Mr. Saga just now.
All the gentleman wanted was the ingredients for a pot.
He never said he was going to move the entire base back...