2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Call the city maintenance department and ask them to restore this block to its original state within an hour." The thin man was half leaning on the floating vehicle, directing the young man behind him who was also wearing a black combat uniform.

Wei Jun walked up to Yan Muyun at this time, his thick black eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his tone was a little suspicious: "Have you really been asleep for thirty years?"

"What year is this year?" Yan Muyun asked rhetorically.

"2052."

"I was born in 2000 anyway."

"Hey, this is really incredible."

...

"Excuse me, Captain Sun." Yan Long handed the broken black suitcase in his hand to the hand of the thin-faced man.

Captain Sun casually threw the box into the car, took a look at the shabby and embarrassed young man in front of him, and said with admiration: "You are pretty good, did you break one of the D-class molten demon's horns by yourself?"

"I was careless in the end." Yan Long shook his head.

If Yan Muyun hadn't taken action from the side in the end, he might have been lying in the ambulance now.

"Is your friend interested in the Special Branch?"

Captain Sun raised his chin towards the two people who were talking not far away and asked with interest: "Your kid was finally won over to the first team, which is just enough for your friend to join the second team."

"Besides, his situation is a bit special now." Yan Long glanced over with a complicated expression, only to see Yan Muyun walking over.

"What, let's go?" Yan Muyun waved his hand.

He just wants to see his younger brother as soon as possible. In his mind, the only blood relative left in the world is Yan Yiming. Find out what happened at home during the years when you were asleep.

"Okay." Yan Long nodded.

"Wait a minute!" Wei Jun, who was tall and strong, rushed over and asked: "This little... brother, shouldn't he have registered yet?"

"Register, register for what? My ID card has expired?" Yan Muyun looked confused.

Yan Taki pursed his lips: "No... no, that's right, your ID card should have expired, but the registration we are talking about is registration at the Superpower Management Office."

"According to the law, all citizens who have awakened supernatural powers must go to the nearest Special Branch Bureau to register as soon as possible. Those who conceal or fail to report will be detained for seven to fifteen days depending on the seriousness of the case."

"You may even be sentenced." Wei Jun added.

"I was negligent. I will take him to register now." Yan Long nodded.

At this moment, Captain Sun, who had been silent next to him, made a move.

He reached out and patted the hood of the hoverboard and said, "I'll send you there. You don't look like you can ride a motorcycle like this."

"I've finished my workout anyways. I'll help you ride the motorcycle to the Special Branch and leave it there later." Wei Jun also raised his chin.

Yan Long's arms were indeed aching slightly at this time, but he did not refuse the two people's kindness and nodded in agreement.

Before boarding the float, he turned to look at the small restaurant where he had been hiding, and saw the bald Hunan uncle standing in front of the store that had been damaged beyond recognition by the bombing, with a sad face and muttering something unknown.

Yan Muyun, Yan Long and Captain Sun boarded the floating car, while the other two Special Branch commissioners stayed temporarily to take charge of the aftermath and restore order in the neighborhood.

"Destination, Superpower Management Bureau."

Captain Sun entered the navigation instructions by voice, and the black floating vehicle slowly rose into the air until it was level with the sixth floor of the buildings on both sides, and then drove smoothly and quickly towards the depths of the city.

Today's artificial intelligence driving technology is extremely mature. In bustling and crowded big cities, the traffic volume is much larger than that of thirty years ago, but the probability of traffic accidents has been declining year after year.

It was Yan Muyun's first time riding in such a flying car, and he couldn't help but feel quite strange. He turned slightly sideways, overlooking the street scene below, looking at everything in the city with interest.

"I heard it's a D-level molten demon?" The atmosphere in the car was a bit dull, so Captain Sun found a topic.

"Yeah, right." Yan Long nodded.

"If I remember correctly, during the entry evaluation, your ability level was B level. So as long as you gain more practical experience, monsters of this level will not be difficult for you to deal with."

"What level of superpower do you have?" Yan Muyun withdrew his gaze and asked Captain Sun curiously.

Compared with the scenery outside, this kind of topic with a slightly middle-aged atmosphere aroused his interest more. After all, which man has never had a heroic dream?

Unexpectedly, Captain Sun shook his head and said calmly: "I don't have any powers."

"No superpowers?" Yan Muyun was stunned for a moment, and then thought of a term Yan Long mentioned before: "Are you a genetic warrior?"

"Yes, Wei Jun and I are both C-level genetic warriors." Captain Sun nodded.

Yan Muyun tried hard to recall the online novels he had read and various game settings in his mind, and made his own guess:

"I see that you don't wear power armor, so you probably don't need it. Could it be that after awakening, the genes in the body of a superpower have some kind of mutation, and they are unable to become a genetic warrior, so they need power armor to make up for their physical weakness?"

A trace of doubt appeared on Captain Sun's thin face. He didn't know why the young man in front of him suddenly raised these common sense questions, and... he said them wrong.

Yan Taki next to him naturally knew the inside story. He turned his head and glanced at the other person: "How did you think of this?"

Yan Muyun chuckled twice: "I wrote online novels when I was in college, and I still have some imagination."

"The imagination is indeed rich, but unfortunately it is a little wrong." Yan Long retracted his gaze and explained:

"The reason why I wear a mecha to fight is indeed because I haven't become a genetic warrior yet, but that doesn't mean I can't become a genetic warrior."

"Each person can only inject genetic medicine once, and in order to increase their upper limit, most people will exercise their bodies to their peak condition as much as possible before injecting them."

"For example, although Team Sun and Brother Wei Jun are currently in C level, their upper limit is B level. If I inject now, the upper limit is D level at most."

"And according to scientific research, the best age for injection of genetic medicine is around 20 years old. I am only 18 years old this year, so I am not in a hurry."

Yan Long held his chin with one hand and cast his gaze out the car window: "Also, I am only an intern in the Special Branch Bureau now, and I am not qualified to inject genetic medicine."

By now, Captain Sun had noticed something was wrong, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Xiaotaki, who is this?"

"You should know that my dad has a brother who is in a vegetative state and has been sleeping in a nursing home for thirty years..."

After listening to Yan Long's explanation, Team Sun's reaction was exactly the same as that of the strong man Wei Jun before. He was also quite disbelieving and his mouth opened wide unconsciously.

"You have been sleeping for thirty years and suddenly woke up?"

"For me, it's like sleeping all night." A wry smile appeared on Yan Muyun's face, he stretched out his hand to scratch the back of his head, and sighed:

"A dream lasts for thirty years. Things change and people change. It's better not to wake up."

At this time, Yan Long looked over expressionlessly, and Yan Muyun shuddered for no reason.

He had every reason to believe that his eldest nephew would unplug his oxygen tube without hesitation after his father passed away.

"Well, can you tell me more about these monsters? I'm quite interested." Yan Muyun laughed and changed the topic elsewhere.

"This information is available online. I'll go back and find some professional popular science videos for you. The explanations in them are more professional and detailed..."

Yan Taki noticed the disappointed look in the other person's eyes and sighed: "We are still about three or four minutes away, so I will tell you briefly first."