Chapter Twenty-eight: The Transformers Realm

Following Ada Wong into an empty private room, the moment the door closed, the smile that had been on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold expression.

“How did you recognize me?” Ada Wong asked.

“That’s not important. What matters is, have you considered my proposal?” Wang Jing replied at an unhurried pace, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

“What do I get out of this?” Ada Wong’s demeanor softened as she leaned against the table.

“A normal life, just like anyone else when there are no missions. The government will provide food and lodging. As for your salary, name your price. As long as it’s not outrageous, I think the government will agree.”

“And what do I have to do?”

“The same as before—gathering information and specific items. The only difference is that now it’s in different worlds.”

“So it really is just like before,” Ada Wong laughed at herself.

“Of course, you can refuse. If you prefer your current lifestyle, I won’t force you,” Wang Jing said.

At this, Ada Wong let out a disdainful snort. “Do you think I’d believe that?”

“We’re not exactly upstanding citizens. While there will be standard surveillance, we’re not the type to kill off anyone who refuses,” Wang Jing replied, spreading his hands.

After he finished speaking, the two locked eyes in the silence of the empty room, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The silence didn’t last long before Ada Wong nodded in agreement to Wang Jing’s offer.

A smile broke across Wang Jing’s face as he stood up. “Come on, let me introduce you to my squad.”

When Wang Jing opened the door, Liu Peiqiang and the others all looked over in unison. “Everyone, let me introduce our new member: Ada Wong, ace spy. From now on, she’ll be in charge of gathering intelligence in other worlds.”

After brief self-introductions, they ordered a few more dishes to welcome the new team member. During this process, they also informed the hotpot restaurant’s manager that Ada Wong would be leaving with them.

The manager was dumbfounded to learn that one of his restaurant’s waitresses was actually a super-spy. He clearly remembered that when he’d hired He Qian, she’d been a ragged, disheveled woman. Who would have thought she’d suddenly turn out to be a top-class spy?

But once he calmed down, a surge of excitement rose in his heart: with something like this, the company’s stock in the main world would surely skyrocket, and his own salary would probably double as well. Perhaps he’d even get promoted to a regional manager.

After the meal, Wang Jing sent Liu Peiqiang and the others back to their respective worlds, then took Ada Wong to the main world.

Song Guohua, who had long made preparations in the main world, immediately conducted a series of examinations on Ada Wong and questioned Wang Jing about her background.

After a full week of scrutiny, Ada Wong was finally approved to join Wang Jing’s team.

Since there were no missions at the moment, Ada Wong was assigned to receive training at the base, while Wang Jing resumed his usual manual labor.

Just as Wang Jing thought everything was returning to normal, he found himself crossing over again. However, this time, the situation was much better than the previous unexpected crossing.

Accompanying him in this traversal was a squad of armed soldiers who had originally been dispatched to the Resident Evil world to address the security personnel shortage caused by a population increase.

Surveying the towering sand dunes around them, Wang Jing and the six others exchanged glances, immediately raising their guns in alert toward their surroundings.

At that moment, Wang Jing heard the unmistakable roar of helicopter blades in the distance. All seven looked up in the direction of the sound to see an MH-53 Sea Stallion helicopter, escorted by two F-22s, flying eastward and seemingly preparing to land.

“There should be an air force base ahead. Gather around me so I can send you back.”

After sending the six soldiers back to the main world, Wang Jing drove an ordinary off-road vehicle through the crossing again, speeding full throttle toward where the helicopter had disappeared.

Meanwhile, in the main world, the interworld expeditionary force had been urgently assembled. Liu Peiqiang, Wang Lei, Li Yiyi, Alice, and Li Xian, all fully armed, waited in the crossing hall, watching the images of the outside sky displayed on the television.

Night fell rapidly in the desert. When Wang Jing first crossed over, the sun still hung in the sky; now, it had already hidden behind distant dunes.

Ten minutes later, darkness had fully descended. Racing across the sand in his vehicle, Wang Jing crested the final dune and caught sight of an expansive military base.

He stopped the car and climbed onto the roof, scanning the distant airbase through his helmet’s binoculars, searching for clues to this world’s identity.

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire shattered the silence. As Wang Jing looked toward the source, both he and everyone in the main world were stunned—towering above the chaos was a fifteen-meter-tall giant robot.

Watching the unstoppable rampage of Blackout within the military base, Wang Jing immediately realized he was in the world of Transformers 1.

He soon saw Blackout rip open the roof of a building and extract a server from inside.

Knowing that Blackout was searching for information on Megatron and Sam, Wang Jing immediately crossed back to the main world.

“I need a supersonic stealth jet capable of flying from Iraq to the United States!” Wang Jing demanded of Song Guohua the moment he returned.

“I’ll arrange it right away!” Song Guohua replied, immediately ordering his subordinates to contact the nearest airbase.

“Everyone, switch weapons now—replace everything with 50mm armor-piercing grenades. All heavy weapons should be swapped for anti-tank missiles. I want heavy armaments with enough penetration power—at least able to pierce 800 millimeters of rolled homogeneous armor,” Wang Jing ordered rapidly.

As everyone busied themselves, Song Guohua, frowning, approached Wang Jing. “There’s a supersonic stealth jet that meets your requirements, but it’s still in testing.”

“That’s fine, as long as it doesn’t explode outright,” Wang Jing replied casually.

“It only seats two. Liu Peiqiang and the others aren’t trained, so a test pilot will have to take you. Also, the jet will need to refuel once en route. From the U.S. to Iraq is over ten thousand kilometers, and with our current technology, flying supersonic that far is still a challenge,” Song Guohua explained.

“No problem. I can take the plane with me when I cross over, refuel, and then return,” Wang Jing waved dismissively.

“All right then.” Song Guohua checked his watch. “You have ten minutes. The supersonic stealth jet will arrive soon. You can wait at the airport next to the base. By the way, can you tell me what kind of world that is—and what exactly is that enormous robot?”