Su Yuxi frowned, staring at the blood-red figure. If he ran out of here now, there were so many guns and cannons waiting for him outside, and he would probably be doomed.
Perhaps sensing the danger her father posed, she felt waves of sharp pain in her belly.
Su Yuxi clutched her stomach, letting out a muffled groan through her nose. Despite her discomfort, she shouted at the running man, "Fu Huaijin, my stomach hurts."
"Aren't you going to take care of me and the child?"
Fu Huaijin suddenly stopped in his tracks, halting his escape, and murmured under his breath, "Child."
Su Yuxi seized the opportunity, moved slightly, and conjured a pure white fox tail. She flew towards Fu Huaijin, who had stopped temporarily. The long fox tail was like a soft silk, and with a gentle curl, it pulled the man who wanted to escape back.
Fu Huaijin, who was pulled back, was stunned for a moment. Threatened, he instinctively raised his hand to attack the person behind him, but before his hand could touch him, it was bound by something soft.
His other hand swung back reflexively, but he was still trapped. He tried to break free, but the harder he tried, the tighter the thing gripped him, as if it were going to crush his bones.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free of the restraints.
"Huff, huff..." Fu Huaijin's heart was racing, his heart pounding like a war drum, his pupils rapidly dilating and contracting, his muscles like a fully drawn bowstring, and with a crack, his thoracic vertebrae broke, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The struggle intensified.
He wanted to escape his predicament, even if it meant excruciating pain and agonizing agony.
However, once Su Yuxi unleashed her fox tail, there was no way he could escape.
Her three tails cleverly wrapped around Fu Huaijin's wrists and waist, perfectly controlling him, and then transformed into two tails to bind his legs, tightly enveloping his entire body, making him unable to move.
At this moment, Fu Huaijin was like a newborn baby, tightly enveloped by a warm and soft power, with a soft white and red light appearing above their heads, circling around them in circles.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky outside; the previously sparse starry sky was now covered with dark clouds.
Layer upon layer of dark clouds piled up and churned above the base, with several bolts of lightning crackling and flashing. Each lightning bolt ripped through the void like a sharp sword, and just one glance was enough to feel a heavy, oppressive aura.
With a loud boom, a muffled thunderclap resounded.
Everyone stared intently at the sky, their expressions varied—some were suspicious, some surprised, and some uneasy.
They had seen extreme weather before, but this sudden change was something they had never encountered before.
The clouds pressed lower and lower, drawing ever closer, seemingly within reach. The rumbling thunder roared in their ears, as if filled with boundless fury, wishing to shatter everything beneath the dark clouds.
"What happened?"
Some people in the crowd panicked.
This damn oppressive feeling made it hard for them to breathe.
Even more terrifying is that their hair bristles stand up, and some of the long-haired ones have their heads turned into sea urchin heads.
Everyone's expression changed drastically. This was a reaction to lightning; a strong electric current filled the air. If they continued to stand there without taking any precautions, they would most likely become the target of lightning in the next instant.
The others realized something was wrong, and some had already begun planning to flee.
The next second, the wind and rain howled, thunder roared, and the hurricane swept up dust and fallen leaves, quickly forming swirling vortices that then converged into an even larger vortex.
Is this the end of the world?
"Oh shit……"
"Go, go quickly!" Someone shouted. No one cared about the search or orders anymore; their own lives were the most important thing.
They were desperate to get into the base to hide, but James and his men pointed their guns at them.
Faced with a life-threatening situation, the prosecutor could no longer maintain his composure, his tone revealing barely concealed impatience and dissatisfaction: "James, put the inspection aside for now, let us go inside and hide for a bit."
James rolled his eyes at him, raised his hand, and signaled the people behind him to get ready. Anyone who tried to force their way in would be treated as a trespasser and killed without exception.
What does it matter to him whether these people live or die? It would be better if they died.
The prosecutors were furious, but there was nothing they could do. They stepped aside and whispered among themselves about whether to force their way in.
However, given their tough stance, if they really intend to attack, a fierce battle is inevitable.
Given the current weather, no matter how you look at it, they're at a disadvantage. But if they just go back like this, the higher-ups won't let them off the hook.
Just as they were caught in a dilemma, a thunderous roar erupted as a bolt of lightning struck the doorway with deadly accuracy.
Both sides were so frightened that they took a few steps back.
There was an unlucky guy who happened to be standing on the dividing line between the two places at the door, so naturally, he became the target and was blasted to a crisp, falling straight to the ground.
His body twitched a few times before finally settling down. It was unclear whether he was dead or had simply passed out. No one dared to touch him, but judging from the smell of roasted meat, his condition was probably not optimistic.
In this tense standoff, the prosecutor's side was the first to show signs of backing down.
Although they are on the side of justice, they are paid to do this job, and it would be somewhat not worth risking their lives for it.
"Kevin, call back and report the situation. Ask if we can retreat for the time being."
Upon receiving the order, the man immediately took out his phone and made a call.
The moment he pressed the call button, a deafening roar of thunder followed, and a bolt of lightning flashed before his eyes. The thunderbolt struck his phone directly, and in the blink of an eye, the man's hand was blown to pieces.
Suddenly, besides the sounds of wind and thunder, there was also his heart-wrenching screams.
This scene shocked everyone present. On instinct, they all pulled out their phones from their pockets and threw them far away without hesitation, fearing that lightning would strike them at any moment.
Seeing that even God was punishing them, James and his group smirked and said, "What goes around comes around. Look, even God is punishing you. Get out of here, or I'll shoot you all."
The prosecutor glanced back at the brewing storm, then at the menacing gun barrels.
This is someone else's territory. If you rush in recklessly, you might get riddled with bullets. If you drive the car away, you'll at least have a 50% chance of survival.
They gritted their teeth and glared fiercely at James: "You're ruthless. We'll settle this score with you sooner or later."
"Go..." At his command, everyone eagerly returned to their cars, started the engines, and headed back to find a place to hide.
James watched their car disappear into the dust, his eyes full of disdain.
On the other side of the mountain, a lone figure stood atop the peak, his silver hair swaying gently in the raging wind. Trees around him had already been uprooted, but he remained motionless.
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