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Zhong Kui's Diary
Seeing this, I gritted my teeth and punched away the severed hand that was aimed at my eye. Then, I kicked away two severed legs that were attacking my knees. With a powerful leap, I stood directly on the Iron Plate, sinking my waist and pressing down hard to stabilize the shaking Iron Plate.
At this moment, Fatty had already cut off all the Hell's Claws on him thanks to Early Summer. Without caring about any debt of gratitude or promises, he rushed over to stand beside me. Together, we pressed down on the Iron Plate to fend off the attacks from the Hell's Claws.
Fatty understood clearly that Zhang Qixia had already pressed the remote control to control the Hell's Claws. Even if we killed her now, these so-called Hell's Claws would continue to pour out endlessly. The most urgent task was to block the Hell's Claws in the Cellar from coming out. Once we dealt with all the Hell's Claws above, everything else would be easier.
Moreover, there was still Wen Zhan and the others, right? Early Summer was already chopping away at the Hell's Claws on Wen Zhan. Once Wen Zhan freed his hands, whether he came to help us or went after Zhang Qixia, it would be enough to control the situation.
Soon, Wen Zhan stood up, thanked us with a bow, and quickly ran over to my side. The Hell's Claws pouring out from the gap were increasing in number, and Fatty and I were struggling to hold them off.
"Cover the Iron Plate!" Wen Zhan shouted loudly. "You two handle these things; I'll cover the Iron Plate."
Fatty and I responded, and as Wen Zhan grabbed the iron ring in the middle of the Iron Plate, we jumped down from it and positioned ourselves on either side of the gap, continuously repelling the Hell's Claws. At that moment when we jumped down, Wen Zhan pulled with all his might, and the Iron Plate moved into place, sealing off the gap tightly.
Once Wen Zhan secured the Iron Plate, we felt a huge weight lift off our shoulders. Previously, for every one we killed, another would come out; it seemed like there was no end to the Hell's Claws. But now that we had covered the Iron Plate, no new reinforcements would join in; it meant that for every one we killed, there would be one less.
The Severed Limbs in the Cellar seemed unwilling to be trapped below; they jumped up and slammed against the Iron Plate with loud thuds. The Iron Plate shook up and down with each impact. Wen Zhan jumped forward and stood on top of the Iron Plate; even so, it still trembled slightly until Fatty and I joined him to stabilize it.
Meanwhile, Early Summer had already cut off all of Wen Qianqian's Hell's Claws. Once freed, Wen Qianqian picked up a Submachine Gun from the ground, loaded a magazine without hesitation, and aimed it at Zhang Qixia before pulling the trigger.
As the Submachine Gun fired rapidly, Early Summer pushed Wen Qianqian just then. All of the bullets hit the wall instead, splattering countless pieces of stone dust.
Wen Qianqian stumbled from Early Summer's push and was furious. She turned around and shouted at Early Summer, "What do you mean by that?" Her voice was filled with anger; if Early Summer hadn't just saved her, she probably would have shot at her.
"Don't kill her yet! We still need her to eliminate the remaining Hell's Claw," someone shouted loudly.
Wen Qianqian was momentarily stunned, but then she moved forward with her gun and began firing at the Hell's Claw.
With Wen Qianqian's support, the pressure on us significantly decreased. We even had time to retrieve our own guns, reload the magazines, and fire at the remaining Hell's Claw. Soon, we had wiped them out completely, and the Training Room was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Meanwhile, the Iron Plate covering the entrance to the Cellar continued to be pounded relentlessly by the Hell's Claw below.
I wiped my face with my sleeve, trying to remove the blood and flesh from my face, only to find that my sleeve was also stained with blood. As I rubbed it, my face became even more smeared with blood and flesh. Some bits of meat nearly got rubbed into my eyes. I cursed a few times and pulled out some tissues from the Mustard Seed Pendant, handing them to Fatty and others. Everyone cleaned themselves up a bit.
All of this was done in front of Zhang Qixia, as if to show her that we had taken control of the situation. Without the Hell's Claw, she was nothing.
However, Zhang Qixia frantically pressed the remote control. With each press, the speed of the Hell's Claw crashing against the Iron Plate intensified.
I wasn't worried that these Hell's Claw would break through. The Cellar was four or five meters high; no matter how powerful the Hell's Claw were, after jumping to such a height, their original force would be reduced to only one or two percent. Plus, with the Iron Plate weighing over two hundred pounds and us combined weighing over three hundred pounds—Fatty weighed over two hundred pounds—there was a total weight of over seven hundred pounds. There was no way they could break through.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Zhang Qixia suddenly screamed in madness. After pressing the remote a few more times, she turned and ran towards the exit.
Gunfire erupted.
Wen Zhan raised his hand and fired a burst of bullets that swept past Zhang Qixia's feet, kicking up a flurry of stone debris.
Zhang Qixia let out a scream and collapsed to the ground, still mumbling, "How could this happen? How could this happen..."
"Now, can you stop those Hell's Claw?" I laughed.
Zhang Qixia stood frozen in place, mumbling to herself, seemingly unaware of what was happening until Wen Zhan fired another round at her feet and shouted at her. Only then did she snap out of it, hurriedly pressing a few buttons on her remote control and placing it on the ground, shouting, "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."
As soon as the remote was turned off, the sounds of impact beneath her feet ceased. I chuckled, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and distributed them to Wen Zhan and Fatty, while also waving at Early Summer: "Hey, A-Zhen, do you want one?"
I expected Early Summer to glare at me in anger, but to my surprise, she was completely different from before. She cheerfully accepted my cigarette and examined it closely: "Soft White Sand? Damn, how can someone of your status smoke such low-quality cigarettes?" After saying that, she casually tossed my cigarette to the ground and exaggeratedly flicked her fingers as if my cigarette had dirtied them.
"You don't know anything; I'm not smoking cigarettes, I'm smoking memories!" I laughed and lit my cigarette, explaining it in an Artistic Youth way.
"You smoke memories? If you can't afford it, don't act tough!" Early Summer spat, turning to smile at Fatty: "What are you looking at me for with those sideways glances? Are you not convinced? Why don't you pull out a good pack of cigarettes for me to see?"
Fatty immediately retorted angrily, "What do you mean? Do I look like a loser?"
"Considering you know the going rate for a fifty-dollar room service in a hotel so well, who’s the loser here?" Early Summer scoffed and turned to Wen Zhan: "Hand over a cigarette!"
Wen Zhan laughed heartily as if he were listening to a comedy routine and pulled out a pack of White Sand. Early Summer took one and pulled out a lighter from her pocket. With a click, she lit the cigarette; it sounded like pure steel. That lighter must be worth quite a bit.
Watching Early Summer smoothly exhale a puff of smoke, I finally asked, "No need for pretense; you're definitely the legendary undercover agent. I wonder who you're working for? A civil servant from the Dragon Group? Or perhaps a disciple from some big family?"
"Dragon Group?" Early Summer chuckled: "That's too far-fetched for me. I'm just a detective from the Wuniu County Public Security Bureau."
Upon hearing this, we all exchanged surprised glances, seeing astonishment reflected in each other's eyes.
The Boss Lady gang is nothing but a group of ruthless criminals; for them, killing and arson are as ordinary as eating and sleeping. To be able to infiltrate their organization for years without being discovered is truly a remarkable talent. That's why I suspected that Early Summer was a member of the Dragon Group or a disciple from another prominent family; only they could send such a formidable character to act as an undercover agent. However, I never expected her to be just a criminal police officer from the county public security bureau. This was astonishing—such talent exists even in a small county?
At that moment, I suddenly recalled that earlier at the Golden Silver Pavilion, Early Summer had unexpectedly beaten us up. After being attacked, the knot behind me conveniently slipped down to my wrist. Thinking back now, what are the odds of such a coincidence? It was clear that Early Summer had been secretly helping me.
"Then why don't you directly ask your public security bureau to mobilize police forces to arrest them instead of using us to eliminate them?" Wen Qianqian looked at Early Summer, her eyes flashing with suspicion.
Indeed, Wen Qianqian had hit the nail on the head. We all turned to Early Summer, waiting for her response.
Early Summer smiled lightly and leisurely blew out a smoke ring: "I don't mind telling you the truth. Wuxian County is this small; which police officer in the bureau doesn't have relatives? Relatives have relatives, and the entire county is practically one big network. To put it bluntly, as soon as a police car leaves the station, relevant messages spread throughout the county. Under such circumstances, how could we possibly catch these people?"
I nodded silently; there were only so many people in the county, and everyone knew each other. It was quite common for news to leak out.
Early Summer continued: "Letting news leak is one thing, but the most important issue is that the Boss Lady gang is extremely vicious. If any fish slip through the net, they will retaliate fiercely. As mentioned earlier, there are only a few people in the county; who doesn’t know whom? They could easily find the home of the investigating officer and wipe out their entire family. For these people, it’s as easy as eating and drinking."
With such fears of wolves in front and tigers behind, how can you still be a police officer? You might as well resign and open an online store on Taobao, casually asking others for good reviews—wouldn't that be much safer? But then I thought again; what Early Summer said was indeed true. For such a group of ruthless individuals, if they couldn't be completely eradicated, anyone would live in fear. Police officers are human too; they have parents and children.
In an instant, I could only smile wryly and say, "So you want us to help eliminate this group of people, right?"
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