I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 235 - 233: What He Wants

Chapter 235: Chapter 233: What He Wants

The blue sedan drove leisurely along the highway, and Wei Tianyang rolled down the window, letting the night breeze flow into the car.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Mondrian chatted with him sporadically.

The highway was long, and after they left the city area, the surrounding scenery became desolate. Under the ink-black night sky, the wilderness was terrifyingly dark, with only the street lamps illuminating the road on both sides.

"How many years have you been a soldier? You look quite young," Mondrian said.

"Two or three years," Wei Tianyang replied nonchalantly.

"I see your features, and you look like you’re from Chicken Snake Country," Mondrian added.

Wei Tianyang glanced sideways and said, "You can tell that?"

"People from the East Continent are of many races. I wandered there during my military days and saw a few people from Chicken Snake Country," Mondrian explained.

"Ah, yes, you’re right," Wei Tianyang didn’t correct him.

"You must have experienced a lot in the past too? You seem quite complicated," Mondrian said.

"There’s not much to say about my past. I joined the army at 16 and was later chosen for the United Council," Wei Tianyang said.

"If you joined the army at 16, it must have been right when the civil war in Chicken Snake Country started. You were probably drafted, right? Were you part of the radical faction or the conservative one?" Mondrian asked with a smile.

Wei Tianyang smiled. Was he found out?

"I don’t want to talk too much about my past; there’s nothing good to discuss," Wei Tianyang said with a smile.

"Isn’t there a saying? The person you are now is a collection of all your pasts. Our experiences shape who we are today, and I’d really like to know your story," Mondrian said.

"My story isn’t important," Wei Tianyang continued to evade.

"Your story is very important. You have the power to reshape this world, Ishmael. And this power is something she doesn’t possess," Mondrian said.

"Who are you talking about?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"The person you are looking for," Mondrian said.

"You must have seen him," Wei Tianyang said.

"Her code name is ’Heart Speaker,’ right? But she doesn’t like that code name; her real name is Zoe," Mondrian said.

Wei Tianyang remained silent, and Mondrian continued, "You don’t go by Ishmael either. That name is obviously a pseudonym, taken from the Yixu Holy Scripture. The person who named you must think pretty highly of themselves."

He glanced at Mondrian and said, "You don’t know shit."

"Do you care a lot about that person?" Mondrian asked with a smile.

"Tell me about Zoe. You’ve seen her, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t know so much about her," Wei Tianyang changed the subject.

"Do you know what her ability is? The people who sent you must have shown you the files already," Mondrian said.

"She doesn’t have to worry about being deceived, which I think is nice," Wei Tianyang said.

"But that’s a painful thing," Mondrian shook his head.

"Why? If she can hear people’s real thoughts, why would that be painful?" Wei Tianyang counterasked.

"In our lives, we spend ninety percent of our time playing different roles according to the situation and our position, like a teacher patiently explaining to stupid students, someone struggling to take care of their sick, elderly parents while secretly wishing for their quick death, or holding their loved one and professing love while thinking of someone else... Such things happen every day."

"The state wants us soldiers to be loyal to the homeland and the mission, while the high-ranking officials stand at the podium loudly talking about justice and responsibility, but inside they’re mumbling about when this damn speech will end. They send us to kill civilians, but claim we’re going to eradicate terrorists... stuff like that."

Mondrian shook his head.

Wei Tianyang said, "I understand what you mean, but at the very least, through this, you can discern whether someone is worth your affection, whether they can be trusted, right?"

"Remember what I said before? The truth, the truth is the most important thing. Once you have that power, the filters of this world are wiped away, and what lies before you is only the filthy truth. The more filth you see, the more you lose faith in this world." Mondrian said.

"Is that what she thinks? Or is it what you think?" Wei Tianyang asked with a smile.

"I lost an arm for the truth, you can say it’s my idea," Mondrian replied.

"What’s her situation now? What exactly does the Fogen Government want her to do by sending her in?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"I don’t know, I only know that she abandoned her original mission and chose the truth, just like I did," Mondrian answered.

"Will she trust me?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"I think she already trusts you," Mondrian replied with a smile.

"Why?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"Because what you want is similar to what she wants," Mondrian responded.

As they spoke, the car had already reached the edge of the forest. The dense woods were like a silent ocean. Wei Tianyang followed Mondrian’s directions, exiting the highway through a tollgate and turning into a muddy path, the vehicle bouncing along, disappearing into the pitch-black woods.

Meanwhile, a military transport aircraft had taken off from the Sethiyan Federal Military Base, approaching the airspace of Libitelli.

Inside the cabin, three armed men and one woman had checked their equipment, remaining silent. On the opposite side, there sat an old man in a suit and bulletproof vest.

The five of them looked at each other until finally the bald black man with a white goatee spoke first, "Shit, I dare say this is definitely a deadly mission. Did you guys read the briefing?"

"Shut up, Mette," the white woman with dirty braids and black camouflage paint across her eyes, chewing bubble gum, said.

"I haven’t heard of this guy. They say he blew up a city at the age of 16? We could do it too, it’s just that the higher-ups don’t allow it," a young white man with a Mohawk laughed.

"Jonathan? What do you think?" the black man called Mette looked at another man.

That man, wearing a beret, had brown skin, a broad flat nose, and an intimidating presence, looking much like a bull.

"Shh," Jonathan merely shook his head and then closed his eyes.

"Jonathan? You’re the commander for this operation, you’ve got to say something," the woman said.

"Grace." Jonathan opened his eyes and looked at the woman.

"Luke... and Mette," he then looked at the Mohawk man and the black man.

The three of them looked at Jonathan, ready for him to speak.

"You guys be quiet, I need to... take a nap," Jonathan said, closing his eyes again.

"Fuck..." Grace gave him the middle finger.

"Who can tell me who this old man is?" Luke changed the subject, looking at the old man sitting opposite him.

"The briefing didn’t say, just that he’s the one helping us track down Wei Tianyang," Mette replied.

"Hey, old man, what’s your name? You’re not from the Superpower Special Forces, are you?" Grace asked.

The old man sighed and said, "I’m Spencer."