"Outside, things... are currently going smoothly."
Looking at the scorched man who had just pulled out a struggling, yet quickly unconscious, sniffer, Leon felt a peculiar expression emerge as he recounted the scene, "A sniffer just came out with a cigarette, probably looking to take a break, and conveniently opened the hatch for us. But... um... the bottle with your butt in it got knocked off by that opening hatch and must have fallen to the bottom of the tower by now."
"Don't worry, Pioni."
Feeling the complex emotions of "Little Silver Man" Pioni, Leon quickly offered comfort, "To prevent someone from using ranged weapons to attack the Sky Clipper's airbag, there's a large prohibited entry area at the bottom of the Boarding Tower. Your butt shouldn't fall into anyone else's hands, and after the mission here is over, we'll immediately go down the tower to find it, guaranteed to retrieve your butt!"
As for the butt... it's not too bad, but the thing in front of the butt is something that absolutely can't be lost!
"Alright... alright then."
Having made it onto the private ship, with only one step away from completing the mission, it wouldn't be right to actually send down everyone to find his butt. Pioni had no choice but to helplessly instruct, "You guys better hurry, the feeling of being without a butt... is really quite strange..."
"Relax, Pioni. So far, aside from the little accident with your butt, everything else has gone very smoothly. This mission will definitely be quick."
After appeasing the heartbroken "Little Silver Man," Leon, to avoid any further mishaps, handed the thermos to the most robust of the scorched men while he himself fiddled with the little piece of Yang Jiao sticking out of his cuff, checking on the situation inside the Sky Clipper.
Soon, with a slight flicker of the world before his eyes, the positions of one soul flame after another were directly "marked" by the Black Goat's soul vision.
"Five in the front cabin, probably the Sky Clipper's operations staff; twenty-three in the rear cabin, likely guards escorting mined specimens from their positions. The largest space, the middle cabin, holds only eleven people, and they're spread out.
"Judging by the Sky Clipper's structural diagram, the middle cabin is made up of many small separated rooms. The people having individual rooms on this private ship should be those sniffers."
After briefly stating what he "saw," Leon began to arrange the actions, "A bit further ahead should be the Sky Clipper's utility cabin. Next, use our spatial ability to tuck this unconscious sniffer into the utility cabin and lock it up.
"Then we'll go along the corridor ahead, directly into the control zone of the front cabin, and shut all the airtight valves between the cabins to prevent the guards responsible for escort from the rear cabin from coming out. Finally, we go back to the middle cabin to find the remaining sniffers and thoroughly alter their memories... Any questions?"
If it were about campaigning or election speeches, the unruly rebels might struggle. But for infiltration, destruction, and attacking targets, these veteran "criminals" were nothing but skilled experts.
As Leon finished speaking, except for Lucy and Phoebe, who were only responsible for modifying memories, the rest silently filed in, deftly moving towards the front cabin. Their footsteps were as quiet as cats.
Immediately, in Leon's soul vision, before the souls of the rebels even reached the control zone, not twenty seconds had passed before the five operators lost consciousness, and the airtight valves between the Sky Clipper's cabins were decisively shut.
This infiltration skill level was vastly superior to his own.
Having marveled at the rebels' efficiency, Leon waited for the team who returned from the front cabin to take their positions. Then he led Lucy and her sister into the Sky Clipper's middle cabin, just as the alerted sniffers emerged from their rooms, only to be consecutively assailed by the [Holy Spirit Pendant]'s psychic impact, rolling their eyes as they fell unconscious.
This operation was executed... smoothly like flowing water~
From jumping in until now it had been less than a minute, yet the entire cabin stretch of over 120 meters of the Sky Clipper was under control. All key targets were successfully knocked out, prompting Leon to nod in satisfaction. While Lucy and Phoebe altered memories, he led the group into the sniffers' rooms to retrieve their sniffing records.
[Location: Laine County and Northern Merino County, Hesperito Volcano Cluster, Ash Spine Ravine]
[Target: Crustal heat source exploration]
[Responsible Person: Isaac Asimov]
[Geological Situation: Mainly composed of Basalt and Andesite, mining is quite difficult...]
[Quality Analysis: A-, Highly challenging to process, requiring the construction of an S-rated giant mining facility and all associated infrastructure...]
[Estimated Reserve: SS+, With no significant geological changes, the crustal energy can provide nearly permanent energy output, with a total duration expected to exceed 300 years...]
[Value Assessment: Common cooperative extraction is rated as B+ level, extreme special extraction as S-.
"However, undertaking extreme extraction actions can meet over 80% of current energy needs, but will cause devastating impact over 12,000 square kilometers of environment, and the cloud of ash mixed with volcanic dust, would disperse westward with ocean monsoon, causing years of acid rain... The cost is too high, recommendation: abandon..."]
Crustal heat source point, volcano... this must be the report.
Amid the heap of sniffer reports, having successfully found his target, Leon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He rubbed his cuff slightly, took out a small bottle, unscrewed it, and poured its contents onto the report.