Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
“Captain,” a somewhat urgent voice came through the intercom, but it abruptly cut off, leaving only the sound of static.
The silence that had just settled was soon disrupted by a series of similar occurrences, triggered by a team member discovering the bodies of two companions, which led to a wave of unrest.
The team members fell silent at an increasingly rapid pace, so fast that it felt like mere electronic interference was affecting the communication.
However, the instruments carried by the technicians here showed everything to be normal.
“Stop him at all costs! Absolutely! This operation cannot afford any mishaps!” After connecting to the group channel and issuing the final orders, the Militants of the Royal Academy of Basic Studies sprang into action, leaving only a minimal number of members to guard the students while everyone else joined in the search and ambush.
On the playground of the Royal Academy of Basic Studies, four figures were making their way inside.
“Chairman O, you really have calculated this well.” The officer accompanying Ou Qizheng, who was preparing to negotiate with the group of Terrorists, adjusted his hat and smiled lightly.
At that moment, they were flanked by two fully armed Terrorists, seemingly responsible for escorting them inside.
Ou Qizheng personally entered negotiations with the terrorists. Regardless of the reasons behind it, once the news got out, it would ignite public opinion. If successful, the contrast between the Common Unity Party and the Reform Party would be stark; without any performance from the Common Unity Party, this terrorist incident could only be categorized as an accident. However, with such a contrast combined with manipulated public sentiment, the resulting impact would be immeasurable.
For this reason, the highest military official overseeing this operation accompanied them into the school under the pretext that his son was inside. His excuse was equally strong; his instructor's daughter was also at the school. Although he felt inadequate in weight, it could still lend some support. As for risks?
Perhaps if they killed him, his role would become even more significant. This clearly indicated that the current government was not inactive; they too were willing to make sacrifices.
“I'm sorry; perhaps you are doubting us, but I can clearly tell you that our armed forces do not reach such levels, and we lack international assistance.” After a nonchalant smile, Ou Qizheng brushed aside their doubts lightly.
Just then, muffled ‘puff’ sounds began to emanate from a distant classroom building.
Upon hearing these sounds, both Militants and the officer's expressions changed slightly. They then saw a figure flash out from the stairwell.
As soon as they caught sight of someone within their line of vision, blood flowers erupted from both Militants' heads almost simultaneously. There wasn’t even a moment for reaction; it was as if their opponent had known there were people here all along.
Simultaneously, over twenty Militants appeared from other classroom buildings surrounding the playground. Not only were there many on the playground itself but also several figures poking their Gun Bodies out from windows along the corridors of the classroom buildings.
Seeing this unfold, the officer who had just regained his composure sighed helplessly. Although he did not know this rebel's identity, he realized it was already over for him. No matter how skilled he was with a gun or how fast he moved, there was no way he could break through in such an environment.
The first-floor corridor had numerous pillars for cover and allowed one to evade shots from above peering out of windows. However, this would also restrict his movement range. Once those twenty or so surged in together, could he really take on twenty opponents alone? These were all seasoned Skilled Mercenaries.
If he had known in advance that chaos would erupt here and had arranged for personnel to respond, it would have been the best opportunity for rescue. Unfortunately, reality was far from his expectations.
The figure that emerged from the stairway did not head directly to the playground. Instead, it moved gracefully beneath the pillars of a corridor on the first floor. Despite the bullets flying around, none found their mark; they either struck the stone columns supporting the floor or exploded nearby, sending fragments of concrete into the air. Dust nearly obscured him, but each time, he narrowly escaped.
In his hand, he held an Assault Rifle, and with every burst of three shots, at least one Militant fell.
There was not a single miss!
Although the Assault Rifle did not have excessive recoil, it was still a type of Rifle. It was normal to handle a handgun or Submachine Gun with one hand, but holding an Assault Rifle steady while firing was no easy feat. Yet he managed to maintain his aim with terrifying accuracy.
Now, he was exchanging fire with a group of Mercenaries who were skilled marksmen, yet their shooting precision was surprisingly low.
The bewildered soldier crouched behind two corpses, carefully observing the movements of the Mysterious Figure.
However, when he focused his gaze, he suddenly realized that the figure, which had been so close moments ago, had completely blurred. It seemed as if it had been consumed by a colorless flame, gradually vanishing from his sight and merging with the swirling dust.
"What is this?" After shaking his head vigorously and looking again, he found that the figure was still there. However, that earlier sensation had left him profoundly shaken. A mysterious concept from military training flashed through his mind—'Momentum.'
It was a strange kind of momentum that exuded no sense of pressure at all, fundamentally different from what he had experienced with an elite soldier who could mentally dominate enemies around him. Beyond this enigmatic Spirit Realm, he could think of no other explanation.
Just as this officer began to recover from his shock, he was horrified to discover that among the twenty or so Militants who had been surrounded, only two or three remained alive; most had already become cold corpses.
The few survivors clung to various cover points for dear life and didn’t even dare to show their heads.
Clearly, the shocking scene below had deeply affected the Terrorists positioned at the upper windows ready to shoot. When that mysterious figure naturally stepped out from the corridor onto the playground, more than half of those aiming chose to retreat instead.
The remaining few fell silent after several were taken out with precise shots to their heads. They all crouched behind the corridor railing, too afraid to show themselves.
He stood alone on the entire playground, yet his presence made everyone nearby too afraid to even lift their heads. The crimson ground was enveloped in silence, mixed with the thick scent of blood that wafted across the area. Around his feet lay a multitude of corpses, painting a scene that was both shocking and terrifying.
The absolute suppression of firepower!
One person's absolute suppression of firepower!
One person conducting firepower suppression against many in a harsh environment!
After the area outside had been completely cleared by this individual, a head wearing a hard hat peeked out from the stairway. After glancing around nervously, despite feeling fear at the sight of the blood-soaked playground, they ran over, closely following the figure. With a delicate hand, they grabbed onto the hem of his clothing, eyes shut and nose covered, as they made their way toward an electric shuttle parked nearby, designated for internal school transport.
Throughout this entire process, no one dared to look up. Some militants leaning against the railing even drew crosses over their chests. The visual impact of the recent massacre on the playground had completely shattered their previous understanding.
"Ou Qizheng?" As the electric patrol vehicle passed by the officer and Ou Qizheng, the mysterious figure controlling it stepped back and turned, asking in a hoarse voice.
"That's me." Despite the horrifying scene and the terrifying person before him, Ou Qizheng met his gaze without flinching.
"That's good." The assault rifle was raised again, its muzzle aimed directly at Ou Qizheng's forehead. Before he could say anything further, the trigger was pulled, and blood splattered alongside brain matter all over the officer.
A moment ago, there had been unstable voltage; around one or two in the early morning, a distant explosion echoed. The area's voltage stabilizer had failed. However, the repair personnel remained diligent; they were likely working overtime and would have it fixed by morning (to be continued).
Comment 0 Comment Count