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By this time, more than a quarter of an hour had passed. All the Storage Rooms that had been shut down by Jufeng and Chen Tan Hua were now in a state of rebooting, but it would still take some time before they could be fully operational again.
During his movements, Jufeng had directly or indirectly disrupted several rebooting Storage Rooms, causing considerable trouble for the Terrorists. They were forced to station guards at the entrances of each Storage Room.
This significantly reduced the pressure on Jufeng, as the number of people actively pursuing him had fluctuated. However, the reduction in pressure still left him with a headache; with half an hour gone, his mission remained unaccomplished, and these dangerous items could potentially become leverage in the final negotiations with the Terrorists.
As Jufeng dodged around, he pondered solutions in his mind, but found himself powerless at that moment.
He had to rely on his friends.
Just when Jufeng was feeling anxious, suddenly, all the lights in the special Storage Room went out.
In an instant, most of the illumination vanished; what had been bright as day moments ago was now engulfed in darkness, akin to a total solar eclipse without even a sliver of light.
The Terrorists present were taken aback, as darkness often breeds fear. For them, given the events of that night, it was like adding insult to injury.
It wasn’t just here; throughout the underground Arms Factory of the Terrorists, except for a few special areas with emergency Electric Power supplies, everything else was plunged into darkness.
Indeed, just like these Storage Rooms—despite the external Electric Power being completely cut off—the rebooting process continued as a precautionary measure.
However, for Jufeng, this darkness became the perfect disguise since he had mirrors that allowed him to move freely in the night.
The darkness startled the Terrorists, but under a few commands from Azure Dragon Monk, everyone calmed down and took their positions at their respective Storage Room entrances, guarding against Jufeng's potential ambush. At the same time, Azure Dragon Monk ordered those near the Power Workshop to rush for support.
Jufeng took his glasses from his pocket and put them on. He silently expressed gratitude to Chen Tan Hua and then slowly made his way into the crowd.
To avoid alarming the enemy, Jufeng moved as lightly and silently as possible.
He arrived at the nearest storage room when a sudden cry of pain erupted, followed by the sharp crack of a gunshot.
The cry was deliberately made by Jufeng to instill panic in the darkness. Unable to see, no one dared to fire recklessly; however, those near the source of the cry were still on edge. When an unexpected event occurred, one of them lost control and fired a shot.
That single shot triggered a chain reaction.
Around the shooter, sporadic gunfire erupted as others, uncertain and probing, aimed in the direction of the sound. Some even got hit.
But it was certainly not Jufeng who was struck.
At that moment, Jufeng had already slipped into the gap of the Storage Room, taking advantage of the chaos to move to another location.
This time, he showed no mercy.
Retrieving the handgun from the injured person, he unleashed a barrage at all the terrorists stationed at the entrance of the central Storage Room. In an instant, he severed the restart mechanism. The Storage Room, which had less than ten minutes left before it could successfully reboot, was now rendered incapacitated once again.
Jufeng acted decisively; those Storage Rooms that had been restarted were systematically destroyed by him. In less than five minutes, all attempts at rebooting had ended in failure.
The terrorists could see the lights of the Storage Rooms flickering out in the night, fueling their anger. However, restarting would still take half an hour, and in the darkness, Jufeng continued to move stealthily. No one knew when he would reappear to extinguish their hopes once more.
The Azure Dragon Monk hid behind the crowd, not daring to show his face. He quickly donned a full-body bulletproof vest, fearing that Jufeng might suddenly appear beside him and take him down with a single shot.
He naturally noticed the situation in the Storage Room, and in a fit of rage, he urged his subordinates to restart it while constantly inquiring about the situation at the Power Workshop.
What method Chen Tan Hua used remained a mystery, as the conditions at the Power Workshop showed no signs of improvement.
Five minutes passed, and Jufeng turned off the remaining Storage Rooms that had not been shut down earlier.
In the darkness, the Terrorists were like startled birds; people were falling one after another, and not all of them fell at Jufeng's hands. Many were merely reacting out of fear, resulting in friendly fire among their own.
Time ticked away. If this state continued, no one would emerge victorious. After all, with more and more Terrorists appearing, it was becoming increasingly difficult for Chen Tan Hua to hold out much longer. Jufeng had only shut down the Storage Rooms, which seemed to inflict little damage on the Azure Dragon Monk.
Clearly, this was not how the script was meant to unfold.
Jufeng had discreetly pressed a button on a device hidden in his clothing just a minute ago.
There was no need for subtlety since it was night; no one could see anything.
It was a trigger-based signal transmitter, also originating from Jinhai Industries. Interestingly, none of the devices currently available on the market to block signals had any effect on it.
The Azure Dragon Monk had set up all possible blocks here, yet they still could not prevent the military outside from receiving the signal sent by Jufeng.
Within a minute, they arrived at the location.
Just as Jufeng was still engaging with the Terrorists, a bright explosion suddenly erupted above their heads, followed by the fiery glow of the Thermal Sword appearing overhead.
Two seconds later, Starlight illuminated the venue.
What had once been a canopy, metallic and disguised as grass, was now revealed. The canopy opened, the metal crumbled under the heat of the Thermal Sword, and the fake grass was ultimately just that—fake. In the face of the vast starlight, it was nothing.
Along with Starlight came dozens of armed Special Forces wearing infrared goggles.
Jufeng immediately raised his hands, holding the launching device.
Almost simultaneously, the extinguished lights flickered back to life.
With the return of light, the Azure Dragon Monk naturally noticed the descending Special Forces. Some of his subordinates began to feel uneasy, then rebelled, even turning to flee.
Unfortunately, they were no match for the already armed Military Elite.
As soldiers advanced, one stepped forward, wearing a mask that obscured their features. They saluted Jufeng with a standard military gesture and took the signal-launching device from his hands.
Comfortable aimed their submachine gun at the group surrounding the Azure Dragon Monk. In this situation, their handguns seemed utterly useless. Many began to regret not having chosen submachine guns from the start; perhaps things would have turned out differently.
But was that really the case?
Jufeng asked the Azure Dragon Monk, "So we meet face to face at last? Do you feel a bit regretful?"
The Azure Dragon Monk looked at Jufeng, his gaze as shadowy as ever, but his tone was calm.
"Regret? No, I have never known how to write those two words. Have you been with as many women as I have? Have you tasted as many delicacies as I have? Have you killed as many people as I have?"
"To be a villain, one must be aware of it. I have long known this about myself; I was just trying to delay its arrival. I never expected that in the end, you would bring me to such a conclusion."
The Azure Dragon Monk slowly stepped out of the crowd. At that moment, footsteps echoed behind him, but they were not from terrorists; they were still fully armed soldiers.
His heart felt as cold as water.
He turned back and then turned his body around again. The Azure Dragon Monk shook his head and removed the heavy bulletproof vest.
For some reason, in Jufeng's eyes, he suddenly appeared like a general taking off his armor after a battle.
It was a pity that he was not returning to the fields but rather walking toward the end of life.
The Azure Dragon Monk slowly raised both hands, indicating that he truly intended to surrender.
"I have records of my dealings with those two hypocrites stored in the Central Computer. I hope you can defeat them and stand at the pinnacle of this world. Alas, that thought is too simple; with him around, how can you reach the top?"
The Azure Dragon Monk shook his head. When he mentioned him, a rare look of reverence appeared in his eyes, causing Jufeng to pause.
The soldiers nearby moved out, capturing everyone who had followed the Azure Dragon Monk and raised their hands in surrender, then escorting them onto the aircraft above.
Jufeng watched the Azure Dragon Monk leave, not expecting that the grand action would end so hastily and simply.
Jufeng felt a bit out of place, somewhat unnatural.
He wondered what the Azure Dragon Monk meant by his last words. Was it intentional to leave Jufeng with a knot in his heart?
Jufeng gazed at the starry sky beyond the ruined roof, letting out a sarcastic smile.
What significance did it hold to care so much?
Life is like a play; no matter who takes the stage, one is always the eternal protagonist of their own story.
(To be continued)
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