Chapter 58

At the same time, here in the church.

In the middle of the magnificent auditorium stood a long oval table, with twelve black-robed bishops sitting in the lower middle position.

The first eleven people reported their recent work situation one by one.

Finally, a black-robed bishop stood up and told the news he had just found out.

These messages are all related to the Realist sect.

"Recently, based on the clues provided by our informants, we have tracked down some of the hiding places of the Reality Church and sent people to intercept and arrest them."

"But in the process of arresting these pagans, we discovered something incredible."

"Whether it's the form of action, the way things are done, the secret codes used for communication, or the means by which the heretics avoid being tracked, they are all very mature and don't look like a new sect that has only been around for less than a month."

The three cardinals are at the top.

One of them asked him: "It sounds like they are difficult to deal with. Did they catch anyone in the end?"

The black-robed bishop nodded: "We caught some of them."

"Although the sect is mature, the pagans are all newcomers and can easily reveal their true colors."

"We interrogated these heretics and learned that only one of them held real power, and that person was the Pope of the Realist Church."

After a pause, the black-robed bishop said hesitantly, "Moreover, this pope seems to have some vague connection with the First Base."

"Among the captured heretics, there was one who was responsible for loading and unloading resource boxes. He saw the First Base logo on the boxes."

The three cardinals seemed to be thinking.

"First Base... We didn't provoke them, why did they provoke us?"

“We need to find out what their intentions are.”

The cardinal made a key point: "What do you think is there for the First Foundation that would attract their attention?"

Everyone present looked at each other in bewilderment.

They all turned their heads suddenly and looked at the young man on the coronation throne.

The young man propped up his chin with one hand, his face expressionless.

After listening to the report of the black-robed bishop, he nodded slightly, indicating that everyone could sit down.

"If the First Base wants to attack City B, it should be targeting me."

The little fox said in a cold tone, not surprised at all: "After all, I am a mutant."

"But you are still the Pope of Idealism!"

As soon as these words were spoken, more than a dozen bishops stood up and slammed the table.

Bishop Shi was the first to be hit. He said angrily: "The First Base has already occupied the two major cities around it. They still want to attack other cities. What are they trying to do? Dominate the world?!"

"If they are really that restless, then we must fight back and let them see if City B is a vegetarian!"

The little fox was not as righteous and angry as they appeared, but his eyes were like poisoned ice knives.

Before evolution, mutants had serious physical defects and could only be slaughtered by the base.

But now, even if he is affected by his nature, he is still a true S-rank perfect form.

It would be a little funny if the base still thought they could easily control him.

The members of Idealism talked a lot, and after discussing which force they should find to form an alliance with, they would fight against the arrogant First Base together.

Suddenly, someone rushed in from outside the door.

Wearing uniform, he is a member of the patrol team.

The man was panting but didn't care to calm down. He saluted the young man and the other bishops in a hurry.

"Your Holiness, we have detected an elite force, more than ten miles away in the eastern suburbs of the city. There is at least one division!"

One division means 10,000 people.

In today's apocalyptic world with a rapidly declining population, a force of this magnitude is no less than an ironclad army.

You know, some of the fallen cities cannot guarantee that they can now pull out 10,000 residents.

Everyone present immediately took a breath of cool air.

Bishop Shi was the first to react.

"Have you found out from which direction this troop came and who led them?"

Another bishop said: "There is no such a large army near us. Are you sure they are not passing by on a mission?"

The detectives who went to communicate with the army have not returned yet, and the patrol team just rushed over to report the news.

He said anxiously, "There are a large number of zombies gathering in the eastern suburbs of the city, but this army did not choose to detour to avoid the zombies. Instead, they advanced towards the city while firing."

"So we can be sure that their target is City B!"

As they were talking, the investigators also brought back the news.

Bishop Shi asked anxiously, "Who on earth is leading a division of troops here?"

"It's Wen Jinfeng from City A!"

The detectives could hardly hide their panic on their faces.

"He said, let's not waste any more unnecessary words, and hope that the Idealism Cult can think carefully about whether it has recently captured someone who shouldn't have been captured."

"Out of common courtesy, he will wait for half an hour. Once half an hour is up, if the Idealism Cult does not hand the person over, then he will, he will..."

He suddenly hesitated, and the cardinal shouted: "Tell me, what does he want?"

The investigator gritted his teeth and spoke out.

"He invited the Pope of Idealism to watch a grand fireworks display!"

The moonlight was pale, and the cold night wind whistled past the church bell tower like the roar of a wild beast.

There are two people on the bell tower.

One of them was wearing a black robe and his face was completely covered.

He wore a broken flower emblem on his chest, which was exactly the same as the one in Tang Qi's hand.

The other wore the same emblem on his chest.

He was standing at the back, two steps away from the front, facing the man in black, with his waist bent, and a respectful attitude.

These two are members of the Realism sect.

Looking down toward the east of the city from their perspective, they could vaguely see a patch of orange-red artillery fire in the distance.

An army was rapidly clearing out the zombies in the surrounding area with great efficiency, and was heading towards City B with great momentum.

Seeing this, his lower lip moved slightly, as if he was excited and wanted to say something.

The man in black raised his hand back.

"Don't have any radical ideas. The whole city is under the supervision of Mutant 27. It will be able to sense your emotions."

The subordinate was shocked and quickly calmed himself down.

Hearing the black-clad man's confident tone, he couldn't help but ask in admiration.

"Your Highness, how did you know that Wen Jinfeng would attack City A?"

The man in black chuckled and said, "Wen Jinfeng is very ambitious. If it's something he wants, he will get it no matter what the price."

"Viral vaccine, this is really a good bait, isn't it?"

My subordinates were overwhelmed with emotion when they heard this.

The man in black was determined to win.

Just looking at the troops gathered at the gate of the base, his face twisted for a moment.

The man in black murmured, "However, I really didn't expect that he would attack Idealism so soon."

Although Wen Jinfeng has always presented himself as a madman to the outside world, everyone who has dealt with him knows that he has a kind of almost harsh prudence in his bones.

Simply put, it's difficult.

Difficult people don't make decisions rashly.

Even if you take a risk, you must think it over again and again.

But the men in black got the news that Wen Jinfeng had gone mad again for some reason not long ago and had carried out a major purge in City A.

Judging from the results alone, Wen Jinfeng's decision must have been wise.

The regulatory committee of City A had never expected Wen Jinfeng to take sudden action, and was caught off guard.

Wen Jinfeng himself took advantage of this opportunity to seize all those scattered forces.

Today's City A has truly become a place where "Wen Jinfeng has the final say."

When other forces knew about this, they could not say anything except to sigh in envy or to praise it as beautiful.

The man in black still felt that choosing to reshuffle City A at this critical juncture was not like Wen Jinfeng's style.

If anything, this was the first thing that was beyond the expectations of the man in black.

Then the second thing that puzzled him was Wen Jinfeng's early attack on the Idealism Sect.

The impact is not small.

According to the plan of the man in black, Wen Jinfeng would have to lie low for at least a year and a half to consolidate the power he had just acquired.

This window period was enough for Reality Church to secretly develop its own power in City B.

When Wen Jinfeng and No. 27 started fighting because of Zhang Quanyong, the realistic coach could seize the opportunity to severely injure Wen Jinfeng and take down No. 27.

But now, Wen Jinfeng actually arrived early!

The man in black was confused.

Why did the warm wind come so quickly?

The Realist Church had not yet developed, and had not had time to plant spies in the Idealist Church.

Nor has it been able to inspire enough believers to shake their faith in the number 27.

Don't even think about taking advantage of the opportunity to get a piece of the pie.

The man in black even worried that if the two opposing factions came to blows, the aftermath would likely overthrow the budding Realism Church!

The subordinate had no idea that the man in black was upset, so he respectfully asked what the next plan was.

The man in black came to his senses.

Although the plan had changed and some major problems had occurred, he did not expect that this crisis would be able to completely bring down Idealism.

After all, No. 27 has evolved into an S-class complete form, invulnerable to swords and guns, and unbreakable by metal and stone.

If No. 27 burns his boats and completely releases his power.

Then the entire city of B will fall into an illusion and become a hell where tens of thousands of people kill each other.

The subordinates were terrified: "The Pope of Idealism is so powerful? Then we..."

The man in black smiled meaningfully.

"Don't panic. If it wants to fully unleash its power, it must first release its emotional control over City B. That moment is the opportunity I've been waiting for."

If a person temporarily forgets the sorrow in reality because of a beautiful dream.

So when he wakes up and has to face the cruel reality again, will he be grateful to the person who created the dream for him, or will he harbor endless resentment towards him?

The man in black said slowly, "As long as No. 27 releases his emotional control, it will surely cause panic among all the members of the Idealism Cult."

"People will no longer respect it, love it."

"Instead, they will regard it as a scourge, hate it, scold it, and finally raise their weapons and shout to kill it."

As the man in black spoke, he seemed to see a beautiful and exciting scene.

He controlled his emotions in order to prevent the little fox from noticing anything unusual.

But he stretched out his hand uncontrollably towards the moonlight and raised his voice with joy.

"By then, the strength I obtained from the First Base will be of great use!"

"Idealism will be overthrown by Realism. The extremely powerful No. 27 will become a prisoner of Realism and be driven by me."

This is prophecy, this is destiny.

The Man in Black can't wait to witness it.

"No one can stop the glory of Realism from spreading across the earth, and I am destined to become a powerful pope, ruling over hundreds of thousands of believers!"

"Now everything is ready, we just have to wait for Wen Jinfeng to take action."

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Upon learning that City B was facing a crisis, Wen Xin was very worried about the little fox's condition and did not bother to continue questioning.

He knocked the man unconscious and borrowed a rope from a caring resident. He tied the three unconscious people together and sent them to the patrol team as quickly as possible.

There were only a few patrolmen left.

When they suddenly saw Zhao Shouqiang and the other two thrown in from the door, their eyes widened in surprise.

Wen Xin said quickly, "These people are members of the Reality Church. Sorry to bother you!"

"Hey, wait a minute—"

Before he could finish his words, the young man had transformed into a sharp arrow and rushed out like a flying arrow.

Why did the army attack City B?

While running, Wen Xin suppressed his anxiety and restlessness and analyzed the situation rationally.

As a private organization, Idealism has basically had no dealings with the government.

Not to mention the chain reaction in this regard that has offended the military.

One possibility is that the attackers felt that Idealism was profitable and wanted to annex it.

There is another possibility, that this attack was a personal vendetta, which has nothing to do with the above two situations, but is the most difficult to deal with.

After all, they sent out the army without warning, and it was obvious that it would be difficult to resolve the situation.

While running, Wen Xin suddenly stopped.

This is too slow a run. I'm afraid the attackers will get in before he even reaches his destination!

Fortunately, there was a patrol team on the road holding a loud speaker and constantly shouting for everyone to assemble.

Someone drove towards the east of the city.

Coincidentally, there was a Idealist among them who knew Wen Xin.

He asked in surprise, "Mr. Wen, why are you here?"

Wen Xin got into the car without even having time to catch his breath: "Who among you knows where His Holiness the Pope is?"

"His Holiness should be on the front line."

Thinking about it, Wen Xin rubbed his swollen and painful forehead and asked, "Who is attacking City B?"

The attack came too suddenly, and the patrol team had not yet received the news.

They looked nervous and could not explain the situation clearly in a few words.

Wen Xin stopped asking questions, put his hand on the pistol at his waist, and closed his eyes to rest.

With the driver driving at full speed, they soon arrived at their destination - the east gate of the B City base.

But then, another insurmountable problem was placed before Wen Xin.

Staring at the huge crowd blocking his way, he realized that he couldn't squeeze through at all: "..."

That’s not all.

The little fox's pressure directly dispersed the zombies, and most of the people in the Idealism Sect were ordinary people.

They had never fought against hordes of zombies, let alone experienced war.

At this time, the patrol team members who arrived were crowded together in a disorderly manner, and they only knew how to rush forward bravely.

People moved around, each one blocking the view.

In the darkness, Wen Xin could not see clearly the situation in front of the army.

He took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm and not panic.

The next second, several patrol team members around him started discussing.

"Who is this person?"

"I heard it was the crazy ruler of City A, Wen Jinfeng. Some time ago, he wiped out the regulatory committee of City A. He must have seen that Idealism was flourishing, and wanted to swallow up the power of Idealism!"

"Your Holiness will not let this greedy and cruel guy go!"

Wen Xin: “……!”

He couldn't calm down.

On one side is his family's dough, and on the other side is his elder brother.

If these two were to fight, Wen Xin would feel suffocated by the pain no matter who got hurt.

Wen Xin pinched her fingers and rubbed the swollen temples hard.

Xiao Qi has a gentle personality and doesn't like to offend others on her own initiative.

Although his brother has a bad temper and often has a cold face, he is not a warmonger.

It must be because of the incident where Pockmarked Face colluded with someone inside City A.

But Wen Xin knew that it was a misunderstanding. Xiao Qi didn't know that the pockmarked man had acted on his own initiative and was planning to send Zhang Quanyong to City A as an apology gift.

If the misunderstanding can be clarified, there may be a glimmer of hope.

But how can he get to the front line?

Wen Xin looked around anxiously, then suddenly his eyes froze.

He saw a crane not far away.

The mechanical arm was close to the city wall, apparently repairing the wall that had been damaged by rain some time ago.

At this time, the machine was still running, making a rumbling sound, but the person inside had disappeared.

I don't know whether he ran away after hearing the news, or squeezed into the crowd waiting to fight.

Wen Xin stared at the hook on the crane.

A long iron chain hook was hung on it, extending all the way outside the city wall.

A bold idea gradually came into his mind.

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At this moment, Wen Jinfeng had already met the little fox.

Searchlights were turned on on the city walls, and hundreds of army armored vehicles also turned on their headlights.

Countless bright white lights overlapped together, making the dim earth as bright as day.

Even the withered grass on the ground was clearly illuminated.

Unlike the noisy and bustling rear, the atmosphere at the front can be described as dead silent.

Neither of the bigwigs on either side spoke.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see the cold and tense atmosphere.

The uncontrollable tension spread like a thick fog, gradually enveloping everyone's heart.

Wen Jinfeng sat in the armored vehicle without showing his head.

A pair of cold eyes slightly raised up, looking at the young man standing in front of the Idealism group through the high-density bulletproof glass.

Wen Jinfeng had learned from the information that the Pope of Idealism was a teenager.

But he did not lower his guard because of that childish face.

The general range of a sniper rifle is between 800 meters and 1500 meters, a mortar is 3000 meters, and a tank gun/bullet is even farther.

The fact that the young man dared to face countless cannons and stand within the range of the cannons showed that the other side was not afraid of the threat of hot weapons.

Can a mortal being do this?

Wen Jinfeng's eyes were cold.

Perhaps it is just as the rumors say, the Pope of Idealism is not a human being at all, but a mutant so powerful that he can mimic a human.

Idealism here.

While Wen Jinfeng was looking at the little fox, the little fox was also looking at him.

For some reason, this person made him feel uncomfortable.

It's not a psychological discomfort, but the discomfort of having one's strength suppressed.

The little fox felt that his strength seemed to be affected in some way.

He could clearly sense that Wen Xin was in the base before, but now he could not specifically sense the young man's location.

The little fox frowned worriedly.

He turned his attention back to Wen Jinfeng.

When the latter sent someone to pick up Wen Xin and take him back to City A, he had heard of the other person's name and knew that this person was Wen Xin's biological brother.

This, to a certain extent, alleviated the little fox's hostility.

After all, he is an S-class mutant. No matter how good his personality is, he has an innate majesty and pride that cannot be violated.

If any other human army came to pressure him and tried to force him to hand over Zhang Quanyong, the little fox would definitely give him an illusion first.

Only after the fight will we know who will win.

But now, the little fox originally planned to send Zhang Quanyong to City A to avoid embarrassing Wen Xin.

It doesn't matter whether Wen Jinfeng forced him to hand it over or not.

The little fox turned around and asked Bishop Shi: "I asked you to bring Zhang Quanyong here, why hasn't he arrived yet?"

Wen Jinfeng actually came over in person to ask for someone.

Bishop Shi was caught up in this indescribable sense of absurdity and hastily responded to the young man's words.

"Your Highness, they should be here soon."

After a few minutes, a slight noise came from behind.

"Here we are!"

These four simple words made Wen Jinfeng's pupils narrow slightly, and he looked over quickly.

The members of the Idealism Cult who were guarding behind the little fox made way for it.

Several believers, along with a ferocious man, gradually came into the sight of the two armies.

The man buried his head, his face hidden by the crowd. Many people could only vaguely see his thin outline.

Wen Jinfeng stared at it intently.

He found that the man's shoulders were held down by the believers, and there was no doubt that he was being escorted.

The believers next to him complained that the man was walking too slowly and started to scold him impatiently and urge him to move faster.

Wen Jinfeng stared at the scene closely, expressionless.

The hands hanging by his sides were clenched in an instant, and his knuckles made crackling sounds.

Li Yongming stood behind Wen Jinfeng, holding a loud speaker in his hand, and frowned as he looked at the man who was brought out.

He had preconceived ideas and decided that the target of this rescue was Wen Xin. At first glance, he almost mistook her for him.

But now, Li Yongming can be sure.

This man with unsteady steps and a noisy mind is definitely not someone who always remembers the warmth of standing straight.

What kind of people did Idealism send out?

The next second, the believer pushed the man, causing him to stagger and almost fall to the ground.

Li Yongming's eyes suddenly blurred and the loudspeaker in his hand was snatched away by the man next to him.

Wen Jinfeng flicked his finger and turned the amplification effect to maximum.

The shrill sound of the loudspeaker rang out, and the man's voice was like a bolt of thunder that struck heavily over everyone's head.

"Let him go on his own, or I'll kill you."

Instantly, the entire clearing echoed with his bone-chilling warning.

The little fox paused.

The three cardinals had never expected Wen Jinfeng to be so arrogant. He threatened to kill their believers in front of His Holiness the Pope. They were so angry that they were shaking all over.

Li Yongming looked at Wen Jinfeng's angry face, which was simply frightening.

You cannot question your superiors' decisions before the battle.

But he still couldn't help but asked in a low voice.

"Boss, you are so angry, do you know that person?"

Li Yongming guessed uncertainly: "In other words, in addition to Wen Xin, he is also the target of our rescue operation."

He came to his senses: "I know, this person is Zhang Quanyong!"

"..." Wen Jinfeng, "?"

The cultist who was holding Zhang Quanyong was stunned, and when he looked up he saw countless gun barrels coming at him. He was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and his hands loosened their grip.

Without the restraints pressing on his shoulders and head, the man slowly raised his head, revealing a haggard and tired face.

Wen Jinfeng: “…”

Even though he hadn't seen Wen Xin for a long time, he wouldn't mistake her for someone else just by looking at her face.

Wen Jinfeng instantly realized that he seemed to have misunderstood something.

At this time, the believers said in panic: "This is Zhang Quanyong, we have brought him here."

Li Yongming said, it is indeed so, the boss is worthy of being the boss.

He admired her from the bottom of his heart.

"It seems that Zhang Quanyong is not doing well in Idealism. Your words just now showed that you value Zhang Quanyong enough. I believe that he must be full of gratitude and trust in us now."

Wen Jinfeng: “…”

He rubbed his brows and said, "Don't think it's that easy. Ask someone to take him away."

Li Yongming immediately agreed.

Looking back, he and Wen Jinfeng waited for the Idealist Church to release more people.

But who would have thought that the boy tilted his head, with an expression that said, "The person you want has already been given to you, what's the point of that?"

Wen Jinfeng held the loudspeaker and waited for ten seconds.

Seeing that the Idealist Sect did not make any move, he slowly frowned and asked over the loudspeaker, "Where is Wen Xin?"

Except for the little fox, all the people from the Wei Xin Sect were stunned for a moment.

The cardinal whispered to Bishop Shi: "He came to see Wen Xin? Who is he to Wen Xin?"

Bishop Shi was also at a loss.

How would he know? He never thought that Wen Xin actually knew Wen Jinfeng!

etc……

Wen Xin, surnamed Wen.

Wen Jinfeng, also surnamed Wen.

The three archbishops thought of the key point almost at the same time and took a breath of cool air.

They had found it strange before. Zhang Quanyong was accidentally rescued from the zombie encirclement by the Idealism Cult. Why did Wen Jinfeng use the word "abducted"?

Bishop Shi hurried forward to report to the little fox.

"It's bad, Your Highness. Wen Jinfeng came to me this time not for Zhang Quanyong, but to get Wen Xin back."

"There is a high probability that Wen Xin is the brother of Wen Jinfeng who ran away from home!"

He was visibly panicking: "But we don't even know where Wen Xin is now!"

The little fox looked at him as if it was a matter of course: "I know, Wen Jinfeng is Wen Xin's brother."

This time it was Bishop Shi's turn to be dumbfounded: "Huh?"

He asked stupidly, "Then, why have I never heard you mention it before?"

The little fox looked even more puzzled than he was: "You didn't ask me."

After saying this, he ignored the petrified Stone Bishop behind him and responded to Wen Jinfeng's words.

"Wen Xin went to see a friend and probably hasn't come back yet. Do you want to see him?"

Li Yongming's expression changed and he quickly looked at Wen Jinfeng, whose face was as gloomy as water.

Wen Jinfeng didn't stop at all.

"Thank you for the Pope's care, but my brother has been bothering you for long enough. This time I came to take him home."

Isotherm Jinfeng put down the speaker, and Li Yongming said hesitantly, "Sir, I just looked carefully. He didn't use any amplification when he spoke, but I could hear his voice clearly."

Wen Jinfeng was not surprised: "He is a mutant."

As he spoke, the man calmly tapped his pockets with his fingers.

Under the force of the fingertips, the outline of a palm-sized square box was vaguely revealed.

This box is a secret weapon that Wen Jinfeng borrowed from the First Base at a huge cost. After using it, it will cause a certain degree of weakness to the mutant.

As long as the mutants are weak, human thermal weapons are the best killing weapons.

The stuff is real, it has been tested, the effect is amazing, and it is very dominant.

But Wen Jinfeng did not forget the ridiculous attitude of the First Base when it lent him this trump card.

The latter must be planning something shady.

Wen Jinfeng still didn't want to use this thing unless it was absolutely necessary.

Li Yongming felt relieved when he saw that his superior had expected this.

But he discovered something strange.

"From the Pope's tone, he seems to be very familiar with Wen Xin?"

Wen Jinfeng couldn't help but sneer: "You knew him so well that you took him away by force when he was unconscious?"

This is indeed hard to justify.

If it was someone you know or are close to, at least you wouldn't be so rude and impolite.

After all, Wen Xin didn't fall to the ground alone, his teammate Lin Nan was beside him.

According to Lin Nan's retelling, Wen Xin was indeed kidnapped, and the robbers were a group of foxes.

The little fox can tolerate many things.

For example, Wen Jinfeng had a particularly bad attitude and was very aggressive. He first sent a large number of troops, and then said a lot of unpleasant things.

But the only thing he couldn't tolerate was that Wen Jinfeng actually wanted to take Wen Xin away.

This instantly made his already limited good impression of Wen Jinfeng plummet to the bottom, and his voice became completely cold.

"Wen Xin is living very well and happily here. He will not and cannot go back with you."

This statement, which seemed like a declaration of sovereignty, suddenly confused Li Yongming.

When it comes to how chilling the voice is, Wen Jinfeng is no less impressive than the little fox.

He immediately said coldly: "Your Highness the Pope may not have heard clearly, Wen Xin is my younger brother."

"Dear, brother, brother."

Wen Jinfeng paused for a moment, "What excuse do you want to use to detain him?"

The little fox was rude, with obvious sarcasm in his tone.

"You are Wen Xin's biological brother, you are my dear brother who has neglected Wen Xin for more than 20 years!"

"Where were you when he was lonely? Where were you when he was hurt and unhappy? Where were you when he cried?"

When Wen Jinfeng heard this series of questions, his face turned unhappy and he blurted out.

"He was the one who left me and ran away from home first. I didn't want to chase him away! And when did he cry? He was over 20 years old and still shed tears. Isn't he ashamed?"

Li Yongming: ...Is this the important point, sir? !

But soon after, he saw Wen Jinfeng reach for his pocket.

On the surface, the man was arguing with the little fox without caring about anything. He seemed to be very emotional and unstable.

In fact, he took out the box quietly and held it steadily in his hand.

Wen Jinfeng's eagle-like sharp eyes carefully examined every detail of the little fox.

He was watching to see how the mutant would use his abilities.

The little fox, who was engaged in an argument with Wen Jinfeng, suddenly felt a surge of danger from the other party.

This sense of danger was like a steel knife, piercing his brain nerves.

The little fox's hair stood on end instantly, and his eyes turned blood red.

An invisible pressure emanated from him, affecting many people present, who looked dazed for a moment.

Wen Jinfeng also felt this intense discomfort that could directly affect his mind.

However, his willpower was stronger than that of ordinary people. Unlike the others, his eyes did not become dull and dazed. Instead, he covered his head in pain.

Looking up, Wen Jinfeng saw Li Yongming standing there stupidly like a puppet, and he thought the little fox had launched an attack.

There was a ruthless look in his eyes, and his fingertips had already picked into the gap to open the box.

The box was about to be opened.

Bang!

A figure fell from the sky and hit the window of the armored vehicle where Wen Jinfeng was.

Several people nearby, including Li Yongming, were instantly startled back to their senses by the huge movement.

They quickly drew their guns, looked serious, and roared.

"Who is it? Everyone, be alert! There's an ambush!"

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When Wen Xin climbed onto the crane, the battle situation on both sides had become tense and was about to break out.

The little fox's power rushed out without distinguishing between friend and foe, and unsurprisingly, it also affected him.

Wen Xin was distracted for a moment and shook his head vigorously.

Something is wrong with Xiaoqi, he has to go down quickly!

Wen Xin didn't care if he would be beaten into a sieve when he went up, so he put the safety equipment that was taken out from the driver's cab on himself, tied the other end of the rope to the sling, and jumped down like a swing.

At an altitude of more than fifty meters, the cold wind turned into sharp knives.

There was a constant buzzing in Wen Xin's ears, and it was only because of her rock-hard willpower that she didn't let go halfway.

When he was about to reach the ground, he pulled himself up with all his strength, curled up his legs and turned over again, increasing the resistance his body encountered in the air to reduce the impact of falling from a great height.

Then, Wen Xin fell magnificently onto the armored vehicle's window.

That led to the questioning just now.

Wen Xin's legs were numb from the shock, his internal organs were almost dislocated, and he was in so much pain that he saw stars.

But with the protection of safety equipment, he did not faint.

Recognizing Li Yongming's voice, Wen Xin struggled to raise his head, waved his hands and said, "Captain Li, it's me, Wen Xin...hiss!"

There was a piercing pain in his ankle, and the discomfort of swelling quickly spread from his skin. Wen Xin guessed that his foot was sprained.

Honestly, it's a blessing in disguise that I only sustained minor injuries from high-altitude bungee jumping.

But then there was a loud bang, the car door was opened from inside, and a man rushed out in a hurry.

He grabbed Wen Xin's shoulders with a terrifying expression, and at that moment he seemed to be going crazy, shouting at the young man.

"Where did you jump from, that crane? Are you tired of living, Wen Xin?!"

Before Wen Xin could recover, he was met with Wen Jinfeng's almost broken voice.

Thinking that Wen Jinfeng was probably worried about him and that was why he was so aggressive, he could still endure being yelled at at first.

Later, he couldn't help it anymore and retorted in a weak voice.

"I did lower the crane when you two were arguing... It's not that I don't know how to walk normally, I don't have legs, and I don't want to be a Powerpuff Girl... Is that enough, Wen Jinfeng!"

Wen Xin was also furious: "If any of you weren't arguing so sincerely, you would have noticed that I was almost shouting myself hoarse!"

"I called you so loudly, but you didn't even raise your head. You mentioned that I just wanted to find an excuse to start a fight, right? You don't care about me at all!"

Wen Jinfeng was choked by his roar.

Wen Xin's chest was heavy.

He seldom showed his emotions so openly, and the angry shout just now woke him up.

He once imagined what the scene would be like when he and Wen Jinfeng reunited.

Maybe we will remain silent and show no enthusiasm, or maybe we will make sarcastic remarks and finally part ways unhappily.

But Wen Xin never thought that the next time they met, the two armies would meet and the situation would be tense, and that he would become the fuse that triggered the war.

If he really becomes a sinner who causes the destruction of lives, it would be better to kill him before anything happens!

A faint voice came from behind: "Wen Xin..."

Wen Xin quickly calmed his breathing.

He turned around and saw the boy looking at him with a biting lip, looking like a child who had done something wrong.

The little fox could feel Wen Xin's anger most clearly, and readily admitted his mistake.

"Wen Xin, believe me, I know what you hate and I don't want to fight with him."

At this point, the young man did not forget to divert the blame and pointed at Wen Jinfeng aggrievedly: "It's something he's carrying that seems to be able to restrain me and make me feel particularly uncomfortable."

Wen Xintong paused for a moment and looked quickly at Wen Jinfeng.

Wen Jinfeng calmed down faster than him. His expression was calm and flawless. He casually spread his hands and opened his mouth with a sneer.

"Your Highness, what are you talking about? I am just an ordinary human being. How can I have such a magical thing?"

"If I really had it, I wouldn't have wasted my time talking to you just now. Wouldn't I have just used that thing to subdue you?"

The little fox said gloomily: "You were going to use it, but you didn't have time."

"So." Wen Jinfeng raised his eyebrows, "Are you, the Pope, planning to send someone to search me?"

"I don't mind, or you can search it yourself."

The little fox frowned, he was sure that the other person was carrying something.

But he had a hunch that nothing good would come of getting close to this man.

Wen Xin was silent for a while.

He looked at the little fox that was looking at him, and then looked at Wen Jinfeng who looked innocent.

After a long while, he sighed softly, as if he was compromising helplessly.

"Well, one is the Pope of Idealism, and the other is the leader of City A. In front of so many people, they are arguing like kindergarten kids. What kind of talk is that?"

The little fox pouted in grievance, and Wen Jinfeng curled his lips and smiled.

Wen Xin rubbed his forehead and said, "You guys are not going to fight now, are you? If you are not going to fight, then find a place to sit down and have a good chat."

At this time, he covered his ankle and hissed with his teeth bared: "Ah!"

Immediately the little fox's heart shuddered violently.

He looked down and saw Wen Xin had rolled up his trouser legs, revealing purple bruises.

The scars were so horrifying that the little fox felt his heart clenched and he hurried over to support him.

"Wen Xin, are you injured? When did it happen? Does it hurt? I should have discovered it earlier!"

He was so focused on suppressing his restless nature that he didn't notice that Wen Xin's ankle was injured.

Wen Jinfeng's brows were also furrowed.

Cold sweat broke out on Wen Xin's forehead.

He moved his feet, and a sharp pain shot up to his brain nerves. His face turned pale and transparent in an instant. He stretched out his hand to Wen Jinfeng: "Brother, help me too, hiss."

Hearing the young man's continuous breathing, Wen Jinfeng couldn't help himself and reached out to support his body.

"Now you feel the pain? Why didn't you feel it when you went up to heaven just now..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Wen Jinfeng raised his head, but slowly glanced down.

This angle allowed him to see Wen Xin's slender fingers stretched out.

The snow-white fingertips pressed against his clothes pocket and gently pinched the box inside.

Wen Jinfeng raised his eyes again and met Wen Xin's eyes.

The young man stared at him silently, with a bright and clear light flashing in his eyes, and countless emotions passing through him, as if he had seen through him.

【Author's words】

Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated me with nutrient solution during 2023-05-06 23:58:13~2023-05-07 23:58:12~

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