Chapter 6 After Being Captured

To be honest, Feng Bujue felt much more at ease after being put in a cage.

Back on Earth, he was like a prisoner who had already been handcuffed and put in a prison van. This was the difference between a prisoner in custody and a fugitive... a prisoner in custody was equivalent to being "controlled." As long as he didn't resist violently, the law enforcement officers would have to ensure his safety. But a fugitive was different; any slight movement could result in being shot.

At this point, Feng Bujue dared to communicate with the other party more boldly. He immediately shouted, "Hey! Where am I? What planet is this? Planet Shrug?"

As for language issues, the system's translation function would take care of everything. Whether players spoke in classical Chinese, idioms, or dialects, the system could accurately convey the meaning to others without worrying about misunderstandings.

"You have no right to ask questions, intruder," Je Je Je Je replied. "Whatever you have to say, say it to the person interrogating you."

"I am Je Je Je Je. Capture plan number three is complete. First squad requests permission to return to base, over." Je Je Je Je then reported the situation using the communicator.

"Return approved, over." The reply came quickly this time.

Thus, Je Je Je Je led the first squad of eleven mechs back towards their military base.

Feng Bujue stood in the robot's palm, waiting silently.

Although he didn't have to run himself, he was not feeling well at all. The robot's palm was made of metal and had already been heated by the sun, so the temperature in the "palm cage" was no lower than outside. The red sunlight shone through the gaps, roasting Jue-Ge in his long suit, giving him the feeling of playing "teppanyaki."

"Hmm... he claims to be an army lieutenant, which means I've encountered the military, not the police." Feng Bujue could only use thinking to distract himself. "It's far-fetched to say I stole military secrets... what secrets are there in this vast desert..." He breathed out a mouthful of hot air. "Oh... a weapon testing ground, is it... that makes sense."

"Ah... it's getting hotter and hotter..." Jue-Ge tugged at his collar, which was already smoking. "Looking at these guys wearing thick uniforms and helmets, their technology must include the invention of 'air conditioning'..." He wiped away a few strands of sweat flowing from his forehead towards his eye sockets. "If these guys are all naturally heat-resistant, and the mechanical creations on this planet are also heat-resistant... then I'm in for a rough time."

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something else. "That's right... although I can't take off my own clothes, what if the people on this planet take off my clothes... for example, to dissect me and study me?"

Unfortunately... he was overthinking things. With the system in place, this kind of thing would never happen...

...

In short, about ten minutes later, a desert fortress came into view.

It was a very magnificent building, estimated to be over fifty meters high. The shape of this building could be described in one sentence: it was a huge "m."

"Where do I even begin with this吐槽..." Feng Bujue muttered softly as he threw a [Wild Baseball Fist] into the air. "Avoiding a certain well-known fast-food brand is probably impossible..."

"First squad has returned, requesting entry to the base, over." Je Je Je Je contacted the base again with the communicator.

"Entrance number three is ready, please enter through there, over."

"Understood," Je Je Je Je responded.

Before long, the eleven mechs headed towards the pillar on the right side of the "m" in a mighty formation.

When they arrived in front of the fortress, all the mechs in the first squad stopped. Accompanied by the rumbling of machinery, a large door in front slowly opened.

This door was clearly designed for large vehicles to pass through. After opening, it was directly an inclined asphalt runway leading underground. Under the leadership of Je Je Je Je, the mechs of the first squad entered in single file. Then, the door behind them closed again, and the red sunlight was finally blocked, replaced by white light strips on both sides of the runway.

"Whew..." Feng Bujue breathed a long sigh of relief at that moment. "So that's how it is... even without air conditioning, the temperature is much lower in places where the sun doesn't shine."

After traveling for a while, they reached the end of the runway, which was a semicircular space, with an area equivalent to three football fields. On the "arc" of this semicircular space, there were six tunnel entrances of various shapes, extending into six runways; while on the straight side, there were four giant mechanical doors tens of meters high.

The four doors were marked with four strange symbols. When Jue-Ge focused his attention on those symbols, the system translation displayed the corresponding text, which was essentially the Arabic numerals "1, 2, 3, 4."

"Oh... this writing looks quite interesting." Feng Bujue seemed completely unaware of his situation, and he was quite interested in studying whether the shapes of those alien characters followed any rules, as if he wanted to learn another language here.

"Lieutenant Je Je Je Je and all members of the first squad are here to report!" Je Je Je Je stopped the mech in front of an officer, opened the cockpit door, stood up, and shouted loudly.

The officer was wearing a cyan uniform and a strange pointed hat. He extended the three fingers of his right hand (he only had three fingers in total) and tapped his forehead. "Well done, Lieutenant, leave the rest to me."

"Yes, sir." Je Je Je Je made the same gesture as the other party, which seemed to be the "salute" in the Shrug Planet army.

After responding, Je Je Je Je sat back in the driver's seat and pressed a few buttons on the control panel. Then, the "palm cage" around Feng Bujue transformed and unfolded.

In the next second, four Shrug Planet soldiers with live ammunition surrounded Jue-Ge.

At this moment, Feng Bujue could see the appearance of these Shrug Planet people more clearly. Looking at them up close, it could be seen that, in addition to the height of their shoulders, their faces were also very different from humans...

The faces of the Shrug Planet people were not flat like humans, but rather like fish, narrow in the middle and wide on both sides. They had two eyes, both of which were bulging high, growing on the sides of their cheeks, making them look like creatures with a very wide field of vision... if they weren't blocked by their own shoulders.

Their noses (which appeared to be noses) did not have obvious nasal bridges, and about a dozen extremely small nostrils were distributed on the front of their narrow faces, shaped somewhat like the small holes on a telephone receiver.

Their mouths were not much different from humans, except that the mouths appeared relatively wide due to the shape of their faces.

Feng Bujue watched for a while and did not find any organs similar to ears on the heads of the Shrug Planet people. He thought that... the auditory organs of the Shrug Planet people were likely growing on the back of their heads, or even in other parts of their bodies. Since the sides of their heads were blocked by their shoulders, from an evolutionary point of view, ears should not grow on the sides of their heads.

"Earthling, you understand our language, don't you?" the officer said.

Feng Bujue stood still, without acting rashly. He replied calmly, "Yes." After looking at the appearance of these aliens, he began to observe their weapons without showing any signs.

The four soldiers around him were all holding a metal object, posing in a posture ready to fire at any time. The guns in the hands of these Shrug Planet people were very similar to their counterparts on Earth, but the designs were slightly different.

The angles of the eyes, necks, and shoulders, the length of the arms, and the number of fingers of the Shrug Planet people were all different from humans... and these factors all affected the shooting habits of this species when using weapons, which in turn affected the design of the guns.

"Oh? You can even speak our language?" the officer muttered in slight surprise.

"Sorry, sir, he did say a few words to us after being captured, but I didn't report it," Je Je Je Je added from above.

"It's okay, Lieutenant." The officer looked up and replied, then said to Jue-Ge again, "It seems... you're a veteran spy... Earthling."

Feng Bujue had watched a lot of spy movies, and he immediately made a very sharp response. "Hmph..." First, a cold snort, then a contemptuous look. "May I ask your rank?"

"Hmm?" The officer sneered. "I am Colonel Ke Ke Ke Ke of the Shrug Planet Army." He paused. "I wonder... who might you be?"

"Ha!" Feng Bujue laughed loudly, his expression stern. "Get your superiors to talk to me!"

Ke Ke Ke Ke paced back and forth, sizing up Jue-Ge. "Heh~ you're a prisoner..." He spat on the ground (the saliva of the Shrug Planet people looked crystal clear). "Quite arrogant, aren't you?"

"Hmph..." Feng Bujue raised his head, but said nothing more. His subtext was: I have nothing to say to someone of your level.

"Okay... so you're going to resist to the end..." Ke Ke Ke Ke glared at Jue-Ge, nodding slightly. "You've got guts." He waved at the soldiers. "Take him to the interrogation room."

Before the words were finished, the soldiers standing behind Jue-Ge pushed him, shouting, "Move!"

"What are you pushing me for!" Feng Bujue suddenly went ballistic, shouting violently.

This sudden, almost hysterical shout stunned the soldier.

"I can walk myself." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue added. Then, he raised his head high and swaggered forward.

Ke Ke Ke Ke took a deep breath to calm his anger. He straightened his collar, gave a few instructions to the members of the first squad, and then left with the squad of soldiers.

...

Perhaps some people would be curious as to why Jue-Ge behaved very docilely before being captured, but became lawless afterward?

This... was what was called "different times, different circumstances."

Before, Feng Bujue was extremely lacking in information, so he adopted a "cooperative" attitude. But now that he knew some of the basic settings of the script, the situation was very different...

When he first entered the script world, Feng Bujue knew nothing about the settings of this world. At that time, he didn't dare to offend anyone. Because he was an extreme person, and his philosophy was: "If I step on a cockroach and it happens to be the pet of the supreme god of this world, then I can only burn 500,000 game coins to buy a lesson."

And now, Jue-Ge had some contact with the Shrug Planet people and had a better understanding. He was confident that, with his combat abilities, he could run rampant in this base.

His reasoning was actually very simple... because the weapons in the hands of those soldiers and the combat mechs all indicated that this was a planet that emphasized technological civilization. Races that emphasized technology would not have exaggerated physical combat abilities. The universe was very fair, either advanced technology, or strong physique, or proficiency in magic... not neglecting one for the other, but rather a choice of evolution.

If a race could blow up a planet with one punch, why would they study pistols and missiles? If a race could use magic to teleport to any corner of the universe, why would they bother studying interstellar spacecraft? Technology served its inventors. Without demand, there would be no technology.

Therefore, Feng Bujue could conclude that the combat power of these Shrug Planet people was very limited. Even if it was higher than ordinary humans, it wouldn't be much higher. If their fists and feet were faster than bullets, why would they need guns?

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Chi——

The electronic door of the interrogation room slowly opened. The next second, Feng Bujue was pushed into the room.

The figure of Ke Ke Ke Ke appeared at the door. "You can wait here for a while... big shot." After saying that, he snorted coldly and turned to leave.

A soldier in the corridor then pressed a button on the control panel next to the door. The device emitted a soft "beep" sound, and the electronic door closed in response.

Jue-Ge was left alone in the interrogation room.

"Hmm... this is interesting." Feng Bujue turned around and began to observe the environment in the room.

This room had no windows or obvious ventilation facilities. There was only one door leading to the outside, which was the electronic door that had just closed. On the upper half of the wall opposite that door was a smooth, flat, large mirror.

"One-way glass, huh..." Feng Bujue walked to the "mirror wall" and knocked on the mirror twice with an empty fist. "It's getting more and more like a spy movie from the last century..." he pondered. "There are no camera probes in any corner of the room..." He walked to the middle of the room, where there was a table and two chairs, all made of metal and fixed to the ground so they couldn't be moved. "There doesn't seem to be anything on the tables and chairs either..." He simply sat down, looked up. "The light comes from above the ceiling. The lamps are not installed inside the room... hmm... good, it can prevent prisoners from destroying the lighting equipment and then using the broken glass as weapons..."

Jue-Ge put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and sighed. "Although I don't see any vents, the air conditioning is very comfortable..."