Chapter 189: Ability Training

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Okay, I agree.” Rena finally gritted her teeth and said.

Wesley had no intention of letting her go so easily. “I asked you if you were lying to me. So what did you promise me now? Why didn’t I understand?”

Rena’s body stiffened, then she forced a smile on her face. “I didn’t lie to you. I did agree.”

“Very good, our people will help you extract Chen Haoran’s blood. I think you know the reason, so what you have to do is to lure the Clairvoyant out. You don’t have to worry about him. This person doesn’t have the ability to foresee the future and is just an ordinary person with a special identity. You are not allowed to be in awe of him.”

“So what should I do after that?”

“You just need to do things normally. Also, don’t kill anyone. Otherwise, you will still need to be punished. I will give you a phone number, which you will memorize. At the same time, you only have one chance to dial this number, which is when the Clairvoyant appears, and we will continue to track you. Both sides will proceed normally so that you will not be exposed.”

“Understood.” Rena appreciated this way of keeping her safe.

Things went unexpectedly well. After Wesley arranged everything, he waited for Simons and Fitz to come back with Chen Haoran’s blood. They did not get much back, and Chen Haoran did not lose his ability, but he would definitely go to jail. The matter of turning off the SHIELD agent would not be over easily.

After giving Rena the serum and sending her away quietly, the plane took off and returned to the United States.

Wesley was ready to train in the interrogation room and turned off the monitoring equipment. This was a closed training room, and the defense was relatively high. Wesley put on the armor directly. To train control of the space gem, the help of the armor could not be separated. The energy output of the space gem was detected through the energy generator of the armor and observed.

“It’s ready to start. Apple, help me watch it.”

“Understood.”

The upgrade of the apple was still far off. The power of the space gem was not something it could control. It could only extract the energy released by the space gem from Wesley’s body. However, it also had to consider the problem of Wesley’s physical enhancement, so the speed was very slow.

Wesley controlled the space gem to send energy to the armor, and Apple controlled the armor to conduct energy detection and storage. “Energy output is one percent of the armor power per minute,” Apple reported.

1% armor power was Wesley and Apple’s special energy unit. If the maximum energy storage of the armor was 100%, then 1% battleship power was a basic unit. This setting was for Wesley to have an intuitive understanding. The energy output of the space gem was very abstract. Wesley needed to get used to a basic unit and base it on future use.

What Wesley had to do was repeatedly control the space gem to output 1% of the armor power. With this as the foundation, he would expand it in the future.

One percent of the armor’s power output per minute was not enough. He needed another second or an instant to output so much to be considered successful, but the control was not perfect. He needed to keep increasing it. There was a process of adaptation here.

The space gem was not an electronic device. Although it was controlled through its own mind, it could not be executed just by giving it a command. The control link in the middle was very subtle.

This was what Wesley was feeling now. Wesley could understand this feeling, but it was very difficult for him to describe it in words. He could not think of any words to describe it. Control relied on a memory pattern to turn the feeling of control into a part of his body. This required a lot of training, and Wesley had only just begun. He was still a long way from success.

After a morning of training, Wesley walked out of the surveillance room. The plane was about to return to the United States. Skye sat in the living room with this coffee, holding a book in her hand. This was the basic course for S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Now that she couldn’t touch electronic devices, Wesley let her see the book.

“What do you think? Can you read it?” Wesley asked as he sat across from her.

“Yes, it’s very interesting. Agents’ studies are fun.” Sky said, then looked around. “They don’t talk to me now. What should I do?”

“Did you apologize?” Wesley asked.

“Not yet. I don’t know how to start.” Sky was very conflicted.

“There’s no need to think too much about it. Just go and apologize. I think the effect will be better. Don’t like to be forgiven directly. Even Simons and Fitz are two agents of SHIELD. They don’t trust anyone easily. It takes time.”

“I understand. I’ll go now.” Sky put down the book decisively and went straight to the laboratory on the first floor.

As he watched Skye leave, Wesley remembered the issue of stun guns. There were now two of these guns. They were now on trial and had not yet been finalized for mass production. Wesley got up and was about to go to the first floor to discuss it with Fitz, but now Skye was apologizing. Wesley stopped and then used the conference room equipment to look at the situation on the first floor.

Simons and Fitz were busy, and Sky was talking. Wesley did not turn on the audio. The problem between the three of them could be seen through the image. Fitz and Simons were desperately busy, as if they were trying to avoid Sky, and Sky was talking intermittently. She did not know what she wanted to say.

Wesley shut down the surveillance image and then came to the first floor. “Fitz, the stun gun is working pretty well, but it’s a little heavier. Better take some weight off it.”

“Heavy? How much heavier?” Fitz asked.

“Less than an ounce, about twenty-five grams,” Wesley said.

“Really?” Fitz picked up the gun and weighed it in disbelief.

“This weight is not important to me, but guns have to be mass-produced. For ordinary people, it is indeed a little heavy. This concerns the speed at which they draw their guns and the endurance of the battle.” Wesley patiently explained.

“Okay, I’ll improve it. Any other problems?”

“It’s about the silencer. The other thing is about Sky. Her apology doesn’t mean anything, but at least it’s a matter of attitude. I don’t ask you to forgive her. After all, you’re agents, so you have to be vigilant, but this kind of thinking can’t affect your work. You can observe her later, or you can say you’re supervising her.”

Fitz and Simons looked at each other, then nodded, and went back to their work with their heads down, hiding their heads like ostriches.