Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 63 - 53: For Destiny (Double-Length - )
Then, the silence was lifted, and the volume burst forth, with screams rising and falling, sharp enough to seemingly collapse the building.
But what they didn’t know was that even if they shouted themselves hoarse, not a hint of their voices would escape, disturbing the peace and tranquility outside.
Thanks to the wisdom of the Upper City Council and the power of technological development, the order and peace of the majority is always guarded in the most convenient and effortless way.
Zhou Jian, captain of the second squad of the Zone 9 Investigation Corps, looked at the corpses scattered on the ground as if he were looking at a pile of decaying leaves.
"Anyone in this community may be a lurking element of extreme evil, posing a significant threat."
"Therefore, by superior orders, this purge leaves no survivors and must not allow a single person to escape."
"Second and third squads, maintain alert and secure the area. First squad, target building 11, room 404."
Zhou Jian took the loudspeaker handed by an aide, and his cold voice echoed within the black box.
As the order was issued, a squad of soldiers put down their helmets, donned night vision goggles, and quickly headed towards building 11.
Hong Hu listened, his face twitching, and said with discontent, "Calling us the extreme evil, who’s really the extreme evil here?"
Other members of the 117 squad gave no reply, their eyes cold as ice, evidently used to such scenes.
"The reaping scythe was drawn by us, so, in a sense, they all perished because of us. Defining us as extreme evil isn’t wrong."
The leader pulled out a two-meter-long greatsword from behind the sofa, stomped her foot on the ground, and burst through the window, plummeting straight from the four-story building to the ground with a crash.
"Then let them see the terror of extreme evil~"
Before landing, her vicious roar, like a female tiger’s growl, drowned out the responses from the loudspeaker.
Several soldiers who couldn’t dodge in time were smashed into mincemeat, with blood and flesh splattering as the greatsword swung, emitting a sharp whistle aimed to devour people.
"Open fire!"
Ratatatatata... The dense rain of bullets formed a metal storm, with the impenetrable swinging greatsword advancing against the wind.
"For Destiny, offer up death!"
Amidst the frenzied laughter, several humanoid projectiles crashed down again from the building above.
Inside building 14.
The Special Envoy drew back the curtains, looking down at the scene below with indifference and said, "If the Patrol Office doesn’t act soon, all the credit will be snatched by the Investigation Corps."
Wang Yilin waved his hand down.
Behind him, the Chief Constables, long ready, withdrew their weapons and firearms with an imposing display, rushing downstairs.
The sound of rushing footsteps down the stairs startled the residents inside to hide behind their peepholes.
"Not the Investigation Corps."
"It’s the Patrol Office."
"Save us, the Investigation Corps has gone mad and said they want to kill us all."
A young man opened the door, ignoring the woman pulling at him from behind, seeming to take the Chief Constables who suddenly appeared in the building as the straw to clutch at for life.
The rushing footsteps came to a collective halt, and a group of Chief Constables exchanged glances, their breathing became stifled and heavy.
Feng Ju, having just delivered a badge, was already back in line, standing in the second row at this moment. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
He looked at the man running closer, took a deep breath, and tore away the Chief Constable standing in front of him, stepping forward as the Patrol Office’s standard saber drew a gleaming streak.
The man’s neck split open with a line of blood, his head toppled to the ground, rolling down the stairs with a clatter.
Feng Ju looked down at the headless corpse, loosened the tight grip of his jaw, and exhaled a hot breath: "Don’t blame me, you were all doomed to die tonight anyway, better to let your deaths serve the Patrol Office’s merits rather than the Investigation Corps’."
Having said this, Feng Ju turned to the group of Chief Constables and said solemnly, "Brothers, there are only a few heads of extreme evil members, but there are thousands of heads of these people, we can’t just pick the small heads and let the Investigation Corps take all the big ones."
With that, Feng Ju paid no heed to what the others thought and swiftly approached the woman paralyzed on the ground, holding his blade.
After witnessing the Special Envoy’s coldness and the Investigation Corps’ cruelty, Feng Ju’s worldview had been elevated, becoming more steadfast and thorough.
As Lower City People, to make a mark, one must understand how to make trade-offs and maximize resource utilization.
In the past, giving up on his son and devoting all family resources to his daughter was based on this idea.
Now, abandoning meaningless pity for his kind, using their worthless heads in exchange for his own merits and appreciation from Shangguan.
All are in pursuit of maximizing benefits.
Schlick!
The blade sliced open the woman’s neck, and the spurting blood sprayed over Feng Ju’s face.
His eyes turned bloodshot, muttering as if possessed, "I’m not wrong, in Lower City, to live a life worth living, one must abandon all unnecessary things and seize every resource and hope to gamble on that sliver of reward and future."
"This is Lower City’s law of survival, I’m not wrong, I’m just adhering to and executing this rule."
A group of Chief Constables looked at Feng Ju, his face covered with blood stains, and some instinctively stepped back with disgust, while others seemed to awaken, tightening their grip on their blades and following closely behind Feng Ju.
The Patrol Office’s team split into two groups, one speeding towards the base of the building, rushing into the bloody battlefield.
The other group, going door to door, prepared to carry out a thorough sweep of every building.
The Special Envoy listened to the screams echoing through the corridor, yet he seemed to enjoy the sound as if it were beautiful music, a strange flush spreading across his face.
"It seems that there are smart ones under Director Wang who can grasp my intention, and that’s good," the Special Envoy said with delight.
Wang Yilin nodded, forcing a smile.
The Special Envoy was not bothered, smiling complacently as he patted Wang Yilin’s shoulder and said earnestly, "There’s no need to feel guilty, the blame for the deaths tonight will be squarely placed on Destiny."
"Destiny settled in this community, and only then death and slaughter were brought upon them; these Blank People, if they had any logic, would understand that Destiny brought them doom."
"Even if they go to hell after dying, they can only settle the score with Destiny, it has nothing to do with us~"
Wang Yilin’s mouth twitched, knowing full well that the Special Envoy was spouting sophistry, but it was beneath his noble status to condescend to soothe him, so if he continued to be emotional it would be quite ungrateful.
With this in mind, the guilt in his heart dissipated, and he too smiled, agreeing:
"The Special Envoy is right, the blame lies with this Destiny, any lost lives of those Blank People should be attributed to Destiny."
"And we’ve even avenged them; if they had any gratitude, they should be burning incense and praying for us at King Yama’s in the afterlife~"
....
Outside the black-box enclosed old and run-down community, many people looked up at the light beam shooting towards the ground from the tail end of the Upper City, eyes flashing with curiosity.
It seems to be in the direction of West City.
Many people judged the location, and some particularly bored or overly curious folks wanted to head over to the "Black Pillar" location for a peek, ideally to see what’s happening inside.
But the closest any of them could reach was the outer edge of the snack street, where the Investigation Corps, armed to the teeth, blocked any bold individuals.
At the same time, everyone’s phones received an urgent text alert from the Zone 9 government.
—A Destiny-affiliated organization has infiltrated West City, currently being blockaded and apprehended by the Investigation Corps and the Patrol Office. Please avoid approaching xxxxx Street in West City and its surroundings unless necessary to avoid unnecessary danger.
—The members of this organization are extremists, extremely dangerous and heinous. The Investigation Corps and Patrol Office are making every effort to capture them without letting anyone escape, so please rest assured.
In the crowd outside the snack street, a man wearing a hat lowered his head with a cold smile and deleted the two spam messages.
Then, another text received earlier appeared on his phone.
—117 squad, requesting to go Offline!
His finger lingered on the page for a moment, then he hit the delete key, erasing a previously [failed to send] reply message along with it: Approved, may your journey be unforsaken.
Unforsaken carries two meanings—one is wishing the 117 squad remains whole, with no one left behind.
The other is to bless them to take a few more foes before dying, sparing them from a dull, uninteresting journey below.
Unfortunately, those well-wishes were never successfully sent.
The man let out a bitter smile; he didn’t even know their names and appearances; his only image of them was the number [117].
He stuffed his phone back into his pocket, took one last look in the direction of the "Black Pillar," and silently replied in his heart: "For Destiny, offer up death!"
He turned, striding away.
All preparations were complete; it was time to find the contact to collect the goods...
