Chapter 728 Congratulations to me, then kill

"not good!!!"

Zhang Shen only had time to instinctively cross his arms to protect his face. The next second, he felt an indescribable impact slam into him, and he was thrown into the air without warning.

The world is spinning!

It traced a parabola through the air before crashing back to the ground like a tattered sack.

"Pfft!" He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He felt as if bells and drums were ringing in his head, and he saw stars before his eyes. Waves of intense dizziness and nausea kept coming over him.

He felt wet all over, especially his arms, where a cool, piercing sensation ran through the bones.

He fought off the dizziness and struggled to get up.

But he didn't bother to check his injuries; he was utterly horrified, as if he had seen a ghost, and stared at the center of the explosion.

There……

Where are the remains of corpses? Where is the filth of flesh and blood?

Yes, there was only one perfectly intact, standing quietly... a living person's figure.

His black uniform was crisp and spotless, and beneath his pale skin, there seemed to be an immense, eerie power.

The glasses on his face... wait, the glasses are back to normal too?

Only around the eyebrows and eyes, a small section of eyebrow seemed to be missing, leaving a tiny break, as if silently reminding Zhang Shenyi that the life-or-death struggle between them just now was not a false illusion.

But... if it wasn't fake, why isn't he dead?! How could he not be dead?!

Zhang Shen was 100% certain that what he had just killed could not possibly be some kind of illusion.

That feel, that feedback, you can't fake it!

"You're surprised to see I'm still alive?"

Feng Mu habitually raised his hand and gently adjusted the perfectly intact glasses frame with his index finger, looking at the dumbfounded Zhang Shenyi with a playful expression.

The latter looked extremely miserable, with torn and bloodied arms, and the stark white bones exposed to the air.

His entire body was covered in jagged wounds, with the skin torn and pitted, as if it had been corroded by some kind of highly corrosive energy, emanating an ominous black aura.

Clearly, the impact of the "corpse explosion" just now was not purely physical damage.

Feng Mu's usual gentle smile vanished, replaced by a chilling warning:

"You are terrified!"

"very good."

"Remember this fear, keep it firmly in your soul."

"Remember me, I am the one you... cannot kill."

As he spoke, Feng Mu took a small step forward in the direction of Zhang Shenyi.

This seemingly casual step sent a chill down Zhang Shenyi's spine, making him feel a bone-chilling fear, like a startled rabbit.

He immediately disregarded his serious injuries and instinctively tried to adopt a defensive posture, mobilizing the remaining qi and blood in his body.

Then, his expression changed drastically again!

He was horrified to discover that his blood and energy seemed to be frozen by some invisible ice. His power, which was originally as surging as a river, was now stagnant and obscure, and he could not mobilize it at all.

"My blood and qi are stagnant. Was the corpse explosion just now poisonous?" Zhang Shenyi's mind was in turmoil.

Feng Mu naturally wouldn't tell Zhang Shenyi what tricks or abilities he had used, much less tell him that he was carrying a divine artifact.

That was just a small test of the divine weapon's power.

(The third active effect of the Axe of the End - The Phantom Legion of the End:)

Summon 1-4 Final Clones. Each Final Clone inherits 55% of the original's attributes and 70% of its attack power, and can perfectly use all of the original's skills.

The clone contains void energy; upon being killed, it will trigger a large-scale explosion, causing corrosive damage and silencing enemies for 3 seconds.

Before Zhang Shenyi could figure it out, Feng Mu's figure swayed slightly, like a ghost, leaving a faint afterimage, and instantly appeared in front of him.

The two were very close!

Zhang Shenyi could even clearly see his own bald head reflected in the other person's glasses.

Zhang Shenyi felt a chill run down his spine, and only one thought remained in his mind: "It's over! I'm going to die!"

Feng Mu didn't stop walking at all; his figure was like a gentle breeze as he brushed past him.

Only a single, light, yet crueler-than-anything word remained, carried by the wind into his ears:

"take it easy."

"I told you, you won your life."

"For the rest of your life, just live it well."

"Live with gratitude for me!"

Zhang Shenyi was stunned.

He suddenly turned his stiff neck and looked in the direction Feng Mu had left.

Instead of feeling any gratitude for escaping death, I felt as if I had been thrown into an ice cave that had never melted, chilling me to the bone and making my soul tremble.

Because he saw Feng Mu rush past him and head straight for his teammates.

A fear colder than death instantly gripped his heart!

What's the meaning?

You won't kill me?

And then...you go kill my teammates?!

Am I supposed to just stand by and watch my remaining teammates die one by one right in front of me?!

And you expect me to be grateful for this?!

This is what you call...congratulations?!

you……

You fucking...

Zhang Shenyi's lips trembled, but he found himself at a loss for words, unable to find a single word to criticize Feng Mu's benevolence.

All he knew was that he truly... didn't want this kind of "congratulations" at all!

It would be better to just let Feng Mu kill him.

Dying a little earlier might allow me to travel faster on the road to the underworld, waiting for my teammates to come down one by one so I can re-recruit them...

On the highway, the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the earthy stench of soil being turned over.

Li Xiang stood blankly beside the car that had almost become his metal coffin, his face pale and his forehead still damp with cold sweat.

He turned back with lingering fear, looking at the two shockingly large craters not far behind him.

The soil around the edge of the pit was charred black, and wisps of choking black smoke stubbornly rose from the bottom of the pit, twisting and merging into the gray sky.

The rubble at the bottom of the pit was scorched into a vitrified state by the high temperature, radiating residual heat, as if hell had just opened its mouth twice here.

The exhaustion from surviving the ordeal washed over him like a tidal wave, his legs felt weak, and he had to rely on the support of the vehicle to keep his balance.

The door of the other car was violently pushed open, and Chang Erbing practically tumbled out, staggering as he barely managed to stand still next to Li Xiang.

His face was even worse than Li Xiang's, his lips were bluish-black, and his legs were as weak as overcooked noodles. When he stood next to Li Xiang, he was still trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Chang Erbing swallowed hard, his throat dry and tight, and said to Li Xiang in a trembling voice:

"Li... Captain Li... almost, really just a hair's breadth away, we would have been blown up together."

Li Xiang's face was grim, his gaze fixed on the two still-smoking bomb craters, his eyes filled with suppressed fear and surging anger.

He shook his head, his voice low and firm:

"It's almost there. But Erbing, you're wrong."

He turned to look at Chang Erbing, speaking with absolute certainty:

"The target of those two missiles was very clear. They weren't aimed at your car, but at mine. So, you just had a false alarm. I'm the one who really had a close call with death."

Li Xiang paused, then muttered to himself:

"Thankfully, Feng Mu was in the car; he saved me."

As Li Xiang spoke, he gazed into the distance, his brows furrowed, his voice low and filled with deep doubt:

"By the way, Erbing, based on your judgment... tell me, were those two missiles meant to kill me... or to kill Feng Mu?"

Upon hearing this, Chang Erbing's pent-up grievances and lingering fear instantly surged back up:

"Captain Li, your analysis is correct, but there's no need to show off your superb reasoning skills here, because you have no idea what happened in my car."

Yes, you're right. Those two missiles really did seem to have eyes, trying to bypass my car and head straight for yours. But the problem was, I had a madman in my car who was trying to ram into it.

"So close...so close..."

Chang Erbing screamed wildly in his heart,

"I'm not exaggerating, he really almost succeeded."

However, these words swirled in Chang Erbing's throat several times before he finally swallowed them back down.

While he was cursing under his breath, he quickly glanced at Liu Yi, who was standing not far away, intently gazing at the bushes.

He cursed inwardly, "Madmen! A bunch of incomprehensible madmen!"

But after he finished cursing, a sense of envy, which he himself was unwilling to admit, quietly grew from the cracks in his heart.

They weren't just madmen, they were an exceptionally united group of madmen. This kind of collective atmosphere was truly... truly unsettling and captivating.

Unfortunately, our police station has never had this kind of collective atmosphere.

Why is that?

Is it a systemic problem or a people problem?

Surely it can't be just that our police station lacks a charismatic leader like Feng Mu, can it?!

Ugh, pshaw!

I must be going crazy, I'm actually starting to find crazy people incredibly attractive!!!

Chang Erbing involuntarily fell into deep thought.

Seeing that Chang Erbing's eyes were darting around and his expression was constantly changing, as if he had not yet fully recovered from the great shock, Li Xiang did not continue to ask him any questions.

In his heart, he already had the right answer.

"Fine, regardless of whether the missile came from me or Feng Mu, it almost killed both of us. Now, I really owe Feng Mu my life."

He took a deep breath, strode towards Tian Xiaohai, who had been vigilantly guarding the area, and tentatively asked:

"Feng Mu charged forward alone, are we just going to stay here and not move? Don't we... go and help him?"

They weren't close to the battlefield; they could see flashes of light, billowing dust, and occasional loud explosions, but they couldn't clearly see the specifics of the battle or how dangerous the engagements were.

But even a fool would know that it was extremely dangerous over there.

Li Xiang's willingness to offer "help" at this moment, even if it was largely just a gesture, an expression of gratitude after realizing he owed him a life-saving favor, was enough to prove that he still believed in the principle of "repaying kindness" deep down.

Upon hearing this, a glint of interest flashed in Tian Xiaohai's eyes.

He actually wanted to rush after Feng Mu the moment he rushed out.

For him, wherever his godfather is, he should always be by his side.

But his godfather ran too fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye; he couldn't catch up at all.

Liu Yi, who was standing nearby, quickly walked over and firmly stopped him:

"The minister's order is for us to stay here and protect Captain Li. Before the minister issues any new instructions, we should not act on our own or do anything dangerous."

Chang Erbing rolled his eyes as he listened, inwardly cursing, "So now you know what danger is, huh?"

Tian Xiaohai frowned, about to speak in rebuttal.

Gong Qi, standing nearby, chuckled sinisterly:

"Alright, stop arguing. I already notified my family immediately. Actually, I didn't need to go through all that trouble."

Those two huge fireworks were clearly seen by anyone who isn't blind. The reinforcements... should be on their way by now.

Having been influenced by Feng Mu for a long time, Gong Qi had also gotten used to calling the Second Supervisor "home".

As if to confirm his words, his eyes suddenly narrowed into slits, and his entire demeanor instantly became more like that of a venomous snake.

He raised his hand and pointed to the far end of the highway, saying quietly:

"Look, they're here!"

Everyone followed his gaze.

A long, black snake suddenly appeared on the straight road.

That was a convoy of about ten armed prisoner transport vehicles, or something like that?

The reason for uncertainty is that no prison van has bulletproof armor plates, and the armor plates are covered with rough welding marks and reinforcing ribs, which clearly indicate that they have been illegally modified.

Each car window was modified to be exceptionally narrow, like a firing port in a bunker.

That's bad enough, but what's even more outrageous is that some vehicles have been fitted with heavy weapon mounts on their roofs. The weapon models are hard to identify from a distance, but they are all black, thick, and look menacingly powerful.

If it weren't for the three words "Prisoner Transport Vehicle" clearly painted on the side of the vehicle with a blue flag, it would be quite difficult to identify.

At this moment, the convoy of prison vans was lined up end to end, their engines emitting a deep and furious roar as they sped towards them at an astonishing speed.

The wheels rolled wildly over the broken asphalt road, kicking up clouds of dust that swept across the sky like a sandstorm, or like the scales and dust kicked up by a giant snake. The momentum was terrifying, as if it wanted to devour and crush everything in its path.

Chang Erbing's eyes widened, his pupils slightly contracting in shock.

He subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his eyes hard, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

He turned his head slightly and whispered incredulously to Li Xiang, whose face was grave, beside him:

"What the hell, Captain Li? If I'm not mistaken, those look like prison vans, but isn't there something wrong with those vehicles?"

Li Xiang did not answer immediately; his heart was also in turmoil, no less than that of Chang Erbing.

His mind raced, and countless chilling theories sprang to mind like boiling water.

He wondered what Feng Mu had been doing in the Second Prison. Could this be a pilot reform of the Second Prison, turning the prison into an armed base?

But where can we recruit more soldiers? We can't just rely on the existing prison guards, can we?

(End of this chapter)