Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

The place for the chat was a roadside coffee shop, which was packed with people. They were lucky to get a seat. Other shops were also in a state of waiting. Even though the coffee in this shop tasted ordinary, it was still packed, just like a shopping mall on holidays.

There are usually no customers in the store, but now there are no seats available.

The waiter hurriedly brought two cups of iced coffee and immediately started taking orders from the next table, with no time to consider whether the customers who had already been served had any other needs.

There was no spoon, sugar cubes or creamer. Feng Qingyu took a sip to test the poison. The taste was only slightly better than the instant coffee and canned coffee sold in convenience stores, but other than that there were not many surprises.

Feng Qingyu looked around first, then lowered his voice.

"I want to ask about the Mechanical Heart. I saw this term in the diary left by my mother when she died. She was a historian and was still studying the Mechanical Heart until shortly before her death, but her research made no progress."

This statement was not false, her mother had indeed studied the Mechanical Heart and was indeed a historian. Feng Qingyu concealed the secret that she "carried" the Mechanical Heart, because at the end of the diary she was specifically reminded not to mention the secret of having the Mechanical Heart to anyone, otherwise it would bring danger.

She didn't trust Precious enough to entrust him with secrets, so it was best not to tell him.

Precious searched for relevant records in the notebook he carried with him and pointed to one of the pages.

"Mechanical Heart? This term is very old and is only recorded in very few documents. Even I have never seen such a thing. It is an ancient artifact that has existed in the world tens of thousands of years ago. It is an item from the era of Mazteliya, the goddess of mechanical industry. No one has ever seen it, and no one has ever obtained it. Even its existence is still a mystery. It only exists in myths and legends. Now the historical community has given up the search for it. I didn't expect you to be interested in something that almost doesn't exist."

The content recorded in the notebook was not the language of the Victorian Empire. It took Feng Qingyu several minutes to figure out that it was the language of the Eastern Kingdom. It was a language of a small country that was almost unknown, and no one would go out of their way to learn it. She also relied on the mechanical heart to learn it quickly.

There were several pages of content related to myths and legends, but there was not much useful information. What interested Feng Qingyu the most was the abandoned Mazteria Temple. Speaking of the temple, there must be a lot of clues from that era.

She has a fanatical interest in all the history of the goddess and absolutely does not want to miss any opportunity to learn about it.

The contents of the notebook made Feng Qingyu feel itchy, as if he was on the eve of a large-scale lesbian sex, and he couldn't sleep because of the anticipation.

"Do you know how to get to the abandoned temple mentioned above? Since we are here now, it doesn't matter if we go sightseeing in the abandoned temple. We just need a tour guide. Do you have time?"

"Miss Feng Qingyu, do you want to come with me? This temple is the one I will focus on inspecting next."

"That's great, when do we leave?"

"Right now."

They didn't even finish their coffee before they stepped out into the sunlight again. It was noon, and the sunlight was at its strongest in the day. Precious prepared a parasol, but it was a single umbrella.

The two of them squeezed under one umbrella and looked a bit crowded, with physical contact from time to time. Precious was wearing a slim-fitting white T-shirt under her coat today, which was a perfect match for her plump female advantages and light blue

aFrom time to time, it appears and disappears under the translucent fabric, and the woman's body fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.

Being in a small space with such a person, it is inevitable that one will be distracted.

1. The Lost Capital

For the first time in his life, Feng Qingyu visited the legendary Victorian capital of Londinium. The once prosperous capital had become devastated by the ravages of the Sarkaz, with deserted ruins and broken walls everywhere.

This is the miserable situation in the suburbs.

The bodies of the dead were randomly dumped on the roadside, and the property in the houses was looted. No household was spared from the catastrophe. Rhodes Island's aircraft could not approach Londinium rashly, but had to land near a hidden mountain somewhere in the suburbs and walk for a while to sneak in secretly.

The atmosphere of the infiltration mission was certainly different from before. The situation in Londinium was even more severe than that in Chernobyl. Although the Reunion Movement had a strong leader and several cadres with outstanding combat capabilities, they were ultimately a group of idle people who had not undergone professional training.

Sarkaz are natural born warriors. From the moment they are able to pick up weapons and fight, they have to face the fact that they are infected and wanderers of this land.

The hatred in their hearts is stronger than anyone else's. Invading other people's territories and establishing their own territories on other people's territory has obviously become something that the Sarkaz must experience in their lives.

Feng Qingyu expressed sympathy for the group's experience, but he absolutely did not approve of their actions. Any act of aggression against other people's territories under the banner of justice was off the right track, and the mistakes of Londinium needed to be corrected.

Rhodes Island's trip seemed to be intended to correct all this.

The team shuttled through the humid and hot dense forest, and the excited sounds of mosquitoes never stopped. Feng Qingyu didn't even dare to reach out and slap them to death, for fear of alerting the Sarkaz mercenaries with excellent hearing.

Even the slightest disturbance will bring unnecessary trouble.

During the two hours of sneaking, she had been bitten by those poisonous mosquitoes more than a dozen times. Her exposed forearms were painful and itchy. She simply put on an ultra-thin Rhodes Island special sun-proof jacket, and the situation became a little more optimistic.

Kal'tsit felt a little bit reluctant, so she took out her treasured mosquito repellent and stuffed it into her hand without anyone noticing.

"This is a mosquito repellent made from my blood. Although it is still in the experimental stage, it should be more effective than ordinary mosquito repellents. Even Warfarin has recognized this research."

The white plastic spray bottle is filled with a crystal clear red liquid.

It looks like grape juice and watermelon juice made with inferior powder, which makes people suspicious. But the color of Liushen toilet water is not normal, it is a healthy emerald green, so there should be no problem with this bottle of stuff.

"I feel like... when I spray this stuff on my body, it's like rubbing a part of you on my body."

The smell of the mosquito repellent is very light and seems to be a bit pleasant. It can quickly relieve the itching when it comes into contact with the itchy area. The other operators are using the ordinary ones distributed by Rhodes Island, and the sound of repelling mosquitoes can be heard from time to time.

In the dim forest, an uneasy atmosphere grew as time went by. The suffocating silence penetrated every leaf on the tree, as if to completely crush everyone's forced calmness.

In the distance, the walls of Londinium stand in the wilderness. The steel barriers are like a steel giant with arms outstretched, guarding this land with its strong arms.

The city defense cannons on the city wall are in standby mode. Once locked by it, you will be blown to pieces in the next second.

The Sarkaz flag replaced Victoria's national flag and fluttered in the wind above the city wall.

2. Stifling air

The Sarkaz flags fluttering in the wind are not the focus.

Feng Qingyu's attention was attracted by a few unlucky guys on the metal-cast city wall. They were wearing grey Victorian military uniforms with torn marks on the front, which should have been left by sharp blades piercing their bodies.

The blood dyed the military uniform dark brown. The owner of the uniform had been dead for a long time. His body was hung on the city wall by the Sarkaz people, like bacon, and looked a bit miserable.

Strictly speaking, she is a Victorian, but her household registration is in Longmen, Yan Country. Those poor people hanging on the city wall are her compatriots, and she should be sympathized with.

If the Rhodes Island troops could reach the city wall, she would like to put down those poor soldiers killed by the Sarkaz and bury them in a place where they could rest in peace.

It’s a pity that I have important matters to attend to now, so I have to postpone the burial plan indefinitely. I hope that the bodies of these people will not be abandoned in the wilderness by then.

She gulped down the Erguotou she brought from home to dispel the night's chill. The temperature in Londinium was low, and even though she was wearing a Rhodes Island field uniform, the cold outside was pervasive, making her hair stand on end.

It would definitely not be feasible to enter Londinium through the city gate in a swagger. The Rhodes Island team's strength is relatively scattered, and Kal'tsit has other arrangements. It seems that she does not intend to act with this advance team and enter the city of Londinium together.

As soon as another team that set out earlier arrived nearby, she would leave immediately.

Coming and going like the wind, full of mystery... these are labels that Kal'tsit cannot get rid of.

There is also an age mystery.

Kal'tsit stood in the bushes, staring at the building in the distance - the Shard. It was the core of Londinium, and several huge airships were surrounding it, casting huge shadows on the land of Londinium.

The team rested on the spot, eating dry food to replenish their energy during the little remaining rest time.

"Are you ready?"

A group of people stuffed their mouths with compressed biscuits of a very simple taste and answered her in a vague voice, "We are ready." The team had just eaten their first meal since noon, and the self-heating food they had eaten in the aircraft had long been digested.

Feng Qingyu was not able to get used to the sudden switch from delicious food to compressed biscuits.

Even though he had been an undercover agent on the streets of Longmen before, he could still follow the boss and eat and drink delicious food. He had morning and evening tea every day, and often went to restaurants. In the Feng family manor, he also had delicious meals every day. He had never suffered the humiliation of having to eat compressed biscuits.

"I... I really can't swallow it."

She was about to put the remaining half away and use half a bottle of water to dilute the rough feeling in her mouth.

"Is this made according to the recipe provided by Operator Furong? The taste is very familiar..."

"You guessed it right, it was the recipe she provided."

Kal'tsit took a bite of the cookie that Feng Qingyu had eaten, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with that. Several older operators knew what that meant, and thought that Dr. Kal'tsit was really old.

The highly respected Doctor Warfarin and Kal'tsit once complained that Kal'tsit was an old antique, or an old thing at the cultural relic level, who knew nothing about young people's preferences and popular things. Apart from looking young, her whole body was filled with the air of old age.

Due to her status, no one dared to raise their doubts.

After all, Operator Blackfeather has always been ranked first in popularity in Rhodes Island, so it is expected that he would be liked by Dr. Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit was not very picky about the taste of the food. Instead, she helped finish the remaining half, which was heartwarming.

"The taste is okay, but too light. I will ask the small workshop that makes the cookies to add some other ingredients to make the taste richer and more diverse."

"Thanks……"

Feng Qingyu handed her the remaining half bottle of water and took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Just now, several operators stared at me with ambiguous eyes, which made me feel creepy.

Suddenly, the cigarette in her mouth was taken out.

"Smoking is prohibited now. We cannot guarantee whether there are people with particularly sensitive sense of smell among the Sarkaz. They can smell the smell of dozens of kilometers away, including the smell of the cigarette in your hand."

"Sorry, I'll put it away now."

"No smoking during the mission. Hand over all your cigarettes and lighters."

"Yes……"

The old lynx's attitude was unexpectedly tough. Feng Qingyu was like a little kid who had done something wrong. He was bullied to pieces and handed the things over with both hands.

The signal light on an operator's communication device flashed, and she immediately handed the device to Kal'tsit.

"Dr. Kelsey, there's a call."

"Ok."

When she pressed the connect button, all eyes were on her.

Team Amiya's plan is closely related to their next move, and everyone is tired and annoyed of waiting in the jungle to feed mosquitoes.

The air in Londinium became increasingly oppressive, and the only sounds that could be heard were the hum of the communicator and the chirping of cicadas.

"Okay, I understand. You continue to move forward according to the plan. My team is on standby ten kilometers outside the city wall. The coordinates have been sent, please pay attention to receive them."

The communication on the other side was cut off. Kal'tsit returned the communicator to the logistics operator, walked among the crowd, and explained the next task with a leadership attitude.

"I will go and settle Rhodes Island. You will wait here for the doctor and Amiya's team. All actions will be under the doctor's command. That's all. They are still a few hours away from here, so you should rest well during this time. During this period, Operator Kuroba will be the temporary captain."

"Understood." x10

The operators said goodbye to Kal'tsit and watched her escape into the jungle.

The light green figure blended into the half-man-high withered grass and verdant trees. Feng Qingyu did not say goodbye to her alone, but only used a look to express their feelings to each other.

It shouldn’t be too long before we meet again, as Kal’tsit will almost never be absent from any battle in Rhodes Island.

Feng Qingyu was suddenly given the position of captain, and he felt very nervous. He reached into his pocket and found it was empty. Kal'tsit had taken all his cigarettes and lighters.

The woman probably made up the story about the Sarkaz with a keen sense of smell just to find an excuse to help her quit smoking.

"never mind……"

She took out a telescope and observed the situation on the wall of Londinium. There were two groups of people on it, one was the Sarkaz, and the other was the gloomy-looking Victorian soldiers.

The expressions of those Victorian soldiers were very bad. They were pointed at by those arrogant Sarkaz, but they had to endure it in order to save their lives.

Rhodes Island's daily missions are like fighting a war.

No, that was beyond the ordinary. Everyone was drawn into this vortex called Londinium.

3. Mystery of his origin

Time passed slowly in the dull air. Team Amiya sent a signal every fifteen minutes, and each time the coordinates were getting closer and closer to the walls of Londinium.

The dozen or so operators present were all made nervous by the atmosphere here, and even their breathing became softer unconsciously.

It is best to sneak into Londinium at night, as it is too easy to become a target for the Sarkaz during the day. When the sun rises, the surrounding vision will become particularly wide.

If we wait another day, the previously made plans will be disrupted, and temporary adjustments to the plans will lead to hasty actions.

The team encountered an ambush by a group of Sarkaz soldiers on the way. It was too late to rush over to provide support, so it was better to stay where they were and observe the movements of the Sarkaz at any time.

The current Londinium is like a cooking pot with various ingredients mixed in. Each faction represents a dish. The mixture of flavors of multiple ingredients and seasonings will not make the dish more delicious, but will end up in a weird ending.

Rhodes Island should be the hot pot water, striving to wash away the taste of these mixed ingredients.

By the late night, the Rhodes Island fleet was still an hour away from the city wall. Feng Qingyu asked the other members to rest where they were while he kept watch and paid close attention to the movements on the city wall.

Feng Qingyu's eyes felt sore after staring for so long, and he was about to put down the telescope and take a sip of vanilla sarsaparilla soda when a touch of light pink suddenly entered his field of vision, causing him to almost let go of the hand holding the soda.

Fortunately, she was still able to control her fingers and just held the bottle in her hand.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was enough to alert the nearby Sarkaz sentinels. Once they were alerted, countless Sarkaz mages and magic swordsmen with red and black mist would attack the invaders like crazy. If the invaders were to break away from the khaki, their formation would most likely be disrupted and their bodies would be pierced through.

The scene was too bloody and she didn't dare to imagine it any further.

The light pink color that came into view came from the hair of a female Sarkaz. The Sarkaz was wearing a pure white long dress. She stood on the edge of the city wall with her eyes slightly narrowed, holding the railing with both hands, and her eyes were a little dazed.

Her pink pupils were like bottomless pools of water, her eyes were deep and moving, but lacked a bit of life. Although her expression was gentle and compassionate, it seemed very empty, like a seemingly complete puzzle that was missing the most crucial piece in the middle, making it incomplete.

"that person……"