'Are you kidding me?'
The next moment, Zheng Lin felt a sharp elbow strike, and his vision went black as he passed out.
"Take them back. Find out why they were spying on our Qingfeng Base," Lu Feng ordered, then got back into the hovercar.
Lin Jiao and her team took the four unconscious men back to Qingfeng Base. Upon returning to the base's underground air-raid shelter, she brought them before the machine the Gray Wolf Mercenary Corps had used to implant people with pulse-fission chips.
Although Qingfeng Base didn't practice the Gray Wolf Mercenary Corps' methods of controlling people with pulse-fission chips, the device could still be useful at times, so they hadn't discarded it.
This was a prime example.
'No matter who these four are, implanting them with pulse-fission chips will at least make them a little more compliant.'
Before long, Zheng Lin woke from a daze. He felt weak and sluggish, and his expression was grim. It was probably the after-effects of an anesthetic.
