Translator: AnubisTL
Chen Jiang drove a pickup truck down the street, seemingly without a destination in mind.
Li Hao sat in the back, his eyes closed, mentally mapping the surrounding terrain and every detail of the environment.
They were attempting to materialize a complete topographical representation of the city.
This would allow them to identify primary and secondary bombing targets for their upcoming assault.
The primary targets were naturally the military bases.
However, these bases were heavily fortified, making direct approach impossible.
When the city's materialized map was projected into the air, the inaccessible areas would appear as glaring blank spots on the map.
Knowing the exact locations was enough.
The rest would be left to the turrets to handle.
This entire process had consumed over two hours.
And this was only a rough approximation of the city's map, achieved by running red lights the entire way. As for the truck's original driver, he was now sleeping soundly in a deep underground cavern, never to wake again.
"Brother Jiang."
Li Hao suddenly felt blood trickling from his nose. He opened his eyes, his breath shallow, and shook his head weakly. "I can't go on. My mental energy is at its limit. I can't carve any more."
"That's enough."
Chen Jiang casually pulled a few sheets of paper from the dashboard and handed them to Li Hao. "You've done well."
Then, he turned the steering wheel and steered the pickup onto a narrow side road. A short distance later, they arrived at the entrance of a factory.
He slowly brought the pickup to a stop at the gate.
Inside the security booth, a middle-aged man was pacing agitatedly, his face flushed as he barked into the phone. "So what if I bought it? What's your problem?"
"Are you ever going to shut up? I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't gamble, and I don't chase women. All I fucking want is a little tea!"
"And I can't even drink it openly! I have to hide the leaves every time!"
"It's just a few dozen yuan a pound! How long are you going to keep nagging me about it?"
"It's hard, I know it's hard! But am I not trying my best too?!"
Just then—
He saw a pickup truck abruptly stop in front of the gate and waved impatiently, shouting, "The Factory Director ordered two hours ago that no visitors are allowed today. Go back where you came from!"
Before he could finish speaking, a shotgun as thick as a man's forearm suddenly appeared before his eyes, pointed directly at his forehead.
The cold steel against his skin instantly sobered the middle-aged man. His hands instinctively shot up, his phone clattering to the ground. His face paled with fear as he stammered, "Brother... tell me what you want. Don't be rash."
"Open the gate," Scar Dog said calmly, his expression blank as he held the shotgun to the man's head from the passenger seat. "Do you understand? Open the gate."
"I understand, I understand!" the man replied frantically, nodding rapidly. "I'll open it, I'll open it, boss! I'm just an employee here, with a family to support."
As the man frantically pressed a button on the desk, the steel gate slowly slid open to either side.
Scar Dog nodded in satisfaction and gently squeezed the trigger.
Bang.
The middle-aged man, his face still plastered with a servile smile, didn't even have time to react before his head exploded, blood splattering across the pickup truck's hood and staining the vehicle crimson.
The corpse slumped heavily to the ground.
"Let's go, Brother Jiang," Scar Dog said, retracting his shotgun and glancing at the now-wide-open factory gate.
As the truck slowly pulled forward, the middle-aged man's phone, which had fallen to the ground, continued to blare with angry curses.
"Alright, Old Wang, you've got some nerve, huh? Daring to curse me now?"
"You think I want to nag you? If you could just earn more money, would I even bother?"
"Let me tell you, if I hadn't married a useless bum like you, my life would be a hundred times better than this!"
"Hey, are you even listening to me?"
Just then—
From the passenger seat of the pickup truck that had just entered the factory, a shotgun suddenly extended.
Bang.
With a muffled gunshot, the phone on the ground exploded, just like the man's head had moments before.
Perhaps it was because the Blood Sacrifice of the Ten Thousand Races Event was about to begin.
Along the way, they noticed that passersby were moving with unusual urgency, clearly trying to finish their tasks quickly to prepare for the event.
Numerous armored vehicles, fully loaded with artillery, were seen heading out of the city.
Inside the factory, apart from the security guard at the entrance, they saw no one else.
Chen Jiang and his companions stepped out of their vehicle, and a phantom gate materialized before them.
The trio charged straight through.
When they emerged, they found themselves in a spacious room.
The room contained a massive mahogany desk and a soft bed.
On the bed, a man and a woman were locked in a passionate embrace.
The moment Chen Jiang and his companions appeared, the woman screamed in terror.
"Ahhh!!!"
She struggled violently, trying to escape from beneath the obese man pinning her down.
However, the size disparity was too great.
No matter how hard she fought, the man held her firmly beneath him.
But then—
A cold gun barrel suddenly extended from over his shoulder.
And then—
Bang!
The cold, silent gunshot echoed slowly.
The woman who had been struggling violently just moments before had her head explode instantly, blood splattering across the entire room, even reaching the ceiling. Her body twitched twice before going completely still.
The man stared at the scene before him, momentarily stunned before his mind caught up.
"Ahhh!"
A piercing scream erupted, even louder than before!
The man shrieked in terror, scrambling off the woman's corpse on all fours. He turned to see three men who had appeared behind him unnoticed, his body trembling violently. For a moment, he couldn't utter a single word.
"How fascinating. You always manage to acquire such peculiar mechanical organs," Scar Dog remarked casually, glancing around. He then grabbed the man by the hair and dragged him toward the phantom gate. "Let's go, my dear Mr. Factory Director."
The man howled in pain as Scar Dog pulled him forward by the hair, his body forced to follow.
Li Hao stood behind the man, pressing a hand cannon against his back.
Soon, Chen Jiang and the others emerged from the phantom gate, back inside the factory.
(End of the Chapter)
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