Free Web NovelChapter 774: Chapter 732: The Beard Trio
The two of them emerged from the pocket space, riding the Magic Floating Cloak over the ocean, relaxing significantly as they welcomed the sunrise and the waves. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
Su Ming took off his mask as well, with their heads coming together to block the wind and light a cigarette.
"Brother, you really did a great job this time. Seeing Da Vinci’s expression made me happy," Zheng Xian’s eyes were barely visible, and the smoke coming from his mouth was intermittently interrupted by his laughter.
Su Ming smiled; this series of events had exhausted him a bit, particularly mentally, but fortunately, everything was resolved.
"Not at all, Brother Zheng, it’s a win-win for us."
Zheng Xian nodded: "Indeed, but I wonder if they can catch Newton, he’s always been a threat."
"They definitely can. You have to know that they originally planned for three more people, and they should be coming back soon."
Those three people were Howard, Tesla, and Nathaniel, who were sent to the Alternate Dimension for gilding.
With the help of these three contemporary scientific geniuses, if Holy Shield still can’t catch a Newton, they might as well crash headfirst into the remains of a Celestial God.
Su Ming was eager to go back and assess the gains from this time.
For example, his understanding of time; he had gained a lot of knowledge from this incident, which needed to be digested well.
He also clearly remembered Wakanda’s location. During this era, he could secretly dig up some Vibranium and Heart-shaped Grass. With his stealth abilities, the Black Panther and the King’s Guard were just jokes to him.
He knew the burial site of Observer Zera too, so he could fetch experimental materials whenever needed in the future.
The future Adjutant sent him an algorithm that could upgrade the current era’s Adjutant, accelerating research speed and ensuring the timeline’s flow.
"Come with me. It’s the perfect time for dinner in the Imperial Capital; let’s go eat some fried duck bones and have a few drinks."
Zheng Xian stretched his neck, his bones making a cracking noise. He wouldn’t work tomorrow, too tired.
Su Ming squinted his eyes, as if irritated by the smoke, "Alright, let’s celebrate a bit, but let’s order a few more dishes, I’m a bit hungry."
"Don’t worry, brother. As long as Old Zheng is alive, you can have whatever you want to eat in the Celestial Dynasty."
The two looked at each other and laughed, not voicing the underlying subtext. Although both knew the reason very well, they left it at that.
Zheng Xian didn’t finish dividing the spoils yet; he wouldn’t let Su Ming out of his sight and promised that as long as he lived, the concerned departments would be allies of Kama Taiji.
Meanwhile, Su Ming was probing Zheng Xian’s attitude after the fact, ensuring that as long as there was interest, even if he took a slightly larger share, Zheng Xian would still join his small boat next time.
That’s enough. Smart people don’t need to say things too explicitly.
"I heard Da Vinci has gotten quite close with some mysterious races?" Su Ming changed the topic; talking business all the time was tiring.
Zheng Xian nodded indifferently, pointing behind with his cigarette-clad fingers: "Those artists, they’re insane. Do you know Da Vinci’s famous paintings?"
"Mona Lisa’s Smile or The Last Supper?" When it comes to Da Vinci’s art masterpieces, it must be these two paintings.
Zheng Xian looked at the sun on the horizon; the projection of the fireball was becoming rounder: "Exactly, Mona Lisa’s Smile. Some experts say that smile contains 83% happiness, 9% disgust, 6% fear, and 2% anger."
"Sounds like over-analysis," Su Ming shrugged. The painting itself was fine, and if the world-famous smile had some deep meaning, Su Ming could believe it.
But how did they come up with specific percentages? If emotions were so precisely quantified, why didn’t these geniuses join the Green Lantern Corps?
Zheng Xian sneered. He stretched his legs, placing the Holy Spear on the Flying Carpet: "I’ve heard a rumor that the mysterious smile was actually just to hide sharp fangs; that beauty was a Vampire."
Su Ming chuckled; the truth of this matter might only be known by Da Vinci himself. But since many Italian poets associated with Demons, scientists seeking out Vampires wasn’t too far-fetched.
Mona Lisa’s model was named Lisa Gherardini, but after hundreds of years, this world-famous beauty left no grave, no remains—nothing.
Considering her attire, Lisa was either rich or noble. How could such a person afford no gravesite after death? The answer is either she didn’t die or turned to ash under the sun.
Along the way, they chatted about these gossips, with Zheng Xian bad-mouthing the leaders of Holy Shield quite a bit.
This style made Su Ming feel familiar, reminiscent of his past life’s colleagues, old hands chatting idly and spitting out stories every day when bored.
If someone pulled off something embarrassing, they’d talk for days, and revisit the tale for years to come.
In high spirits, Su Ming also shared Newton’s story of sacrificing for science, making Director Zheng both feel nauseated and express admiration.
Actually, Newton planning to let the world enter a cycle, preserving strength for rebuilding civilization afterwards wasn’t particularly wrong. It conformed to one of the choices of the world’s natural order.
He himself had great resolve, and certainly ruthless enough.
Unfortunately, his plans clashed with Su Ming’s. Deathstroke couldn’t tolerate Da Vinci’s plans, let alone Earth being restarted.
Things have reached this point, and it’s hard to say who’s right or wrong. It’s merely a matter of victors and vanquished.
And Newton fell into the hands of Da Vinci. That bearded guy would not spare the British. Leo used to think Da Vinci was kind and respectable, but that was just what he showed on the surface.
To become a director of the Holy Shield, one must be both ruthless and cruel.
After today, the Holy Shield will undoubtedly undergo a major shake-up, and the fact that Su Ming left behind the corpse of the alien species for them is actually akin to planting a hidden danger.
On one hand, it’s because the body’s size is too large; current technology levels cannot handle its transportation.
On the other hand, the Holy Shield Brotherhood is large and sprawling, and just one cauldron isn’t enough to hold them all, so Su Ming plans to cut them down like a crop of chives.
If Da Vinci is smart enough, he would quickly find a secret place to bury the Celestial God Remains and then invoke some kind of magic for concealment. Otherwise, the next time a Celestial God visits the Solar System, they would first seek out the Holy Shield. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
However, Su Ming estimates that the technology of the Celestial Gods Group is too tempting, and they will inevitably initiate some research.
Researching Celestial Gods is good, and Tesla will surely get involved. The leverage Su Ming holds over him guarantees it. Leo, who has already been brainwashed and started learning magic, no longer has any regard for such a treacherous and cunning organization like the Holy Shield.
Kama Taiji is the best; from the Supreme Mage to the apprentices, every one of them is noble and upright!
The two traveled through the Mediterranean Sea, then through the Atlantic Ocean and Indian Ocean, finally entering the Celestial Dynasty.
This took only a few minutes, and if it weren’t for worrying about Zheng Xian’s endurance, Su Ming could have traveled even faster.
Upon returning to the Imperial Capital, Zheng Xian immediately arranged for a full-service leisure activity including dining, opera, and a bath, which Su Ming was delighted to enjoy, fostering camaraderie between the two families.
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"Buzz!"
The high-frequency sound of something cutting through the air was heard as Howard and the two others returned to the Immortal City.
They appeared to be on very friendly terms; whatever they experienced in the Alternate Dimension remains unknown. Using Tesla’s Midnight Machine as an energy source, it linked with Howard and Nathaniel’s technological creations, finally enabling their return.
Howard and Nathaniel, wielding weapons, knelt on one knee while Tesla flickered with electric light. The three’s leap created a large circular crater on the ground, and they struck the classic Charlie’s Angels pose within it.
"Stop! No more fighting!"
The electric flashes had yet to dissipate when Howard shouted. According to Michelangelo’s calculations, their return coincided with the peak of the internal conflict between Da Vinci and Newton.
The location of their teleportation was supposed to be the very center of the battlefield.
However, when the teleportation light faded, they found the plaza deserted. A few pieces of scrap paper, carried by an unknown breeze, fluttered past in front of them.
"...."
Silence. The three blinked bewilderedly at each other, unsure of what had gone wrong.
"What’s going on? Where’s everyone?" Howard stowed away his gun, scratching his head while he scanned the surroundings. Except for the dilapidated ruins, there was nothing else.
Tesla immediately began to check the equipment’s parameters, his fingers moving so fast over the instruments that they became a blur. After a moment, he stepped back a few paces, his face full of disbelief.
"The time and space coordinates have been verified, but this timeline is not ours."
During the period they were missing, Tesla had revealed Da Vinci’s plan and exposed Newton’s treachery to them. After calm deliberation, Howard and Nathaniel decided to abandon darkness for light.
Members of the Holy Shield Brotherhood never expected Newton to be so treacherous; they defected from him.
As for whether it was Da Vinci who previously attempted to assassinate Howard, he didn’t wish to delve into it. Let bygones be bygones. When standing on opposing sides, who wouldn’t go all out?
But even as the three united, returning to Earth’s timeline was a challenge. Initially, they had been thrown into a parallel universe, and the time was completely distorted, purely by accident.
How to scientifically replicate such an accident and reverse it took even these three geniuses years to return.
Nathaniel looked even more grim. For Earthlings, they had only been missing for a few hours, but in reality, they had experienced much in a parallel universe.
He had even married an Alien Princess and ’created’ a child by splitting his own time.
If not for Tesla persuading him with grand ideals, he might have almost forgotten about Earth. The Princess was about to ascend to become Queen, and he would be the Prince of Dictatorship, commanding others beneath him.
Not only did they live lavishly, but Tesla and Howard were also able to conduct scientific research and obtain ample materials, all thanks to Nathaniel exchanging favors.
However, his fate was better than Newton’s in many ways. His wife was of a breathtaking beauty by human aesthetic standards, like an elf or fairy, except that she couldn’t bear human children. Everything else was almost perfect.
Initially, he had some psychological barriers, but later, due to prolonged interaction, he began to find joy in it.
Yet he had to forsake such good days. The one-time Space-Time Machine was completed with the help of Alien scientists.
Tearfully bidding goodbye to his wife and child, the three activated the device to return, intending to stand up for Earth. But what happened? Returned only to find battlefield remnants?
What was it all for?!!!
