Chapter 106 Parachute In, Act According to Circumstances!
Cheng Gan looked at Zhou Jue without the slightest hesitation and simply asked, "Do you have a plan?"
"Plan?" Zhou Jue raised an eyebrow and twirled the pale yellow teleportation talisman between his fingers. "The plan is to parachute in and then act according to circumstances."
That's as good as saying nothing at all.
But Cheng Gan understood. In the face of absolute power, sometimes the simplest plan is the most effective plan.
Zhou Jue took out two sets of clothes from the secret box, handing one set to Cheng Gan. It wasn't some high-tech combat uniform, just an ordinary T-shirt and work pants, the kind you wouldn't notice in a crowd.
Zhou Jue quickly changed her clothes. Dressed casually, she looked like a backpacker on a budget trip to Southeast Asia, except that her eyes lacked the leisure of a tourist.
Cheng Gan quickly changed as well. She put away all her weapons and equipment, leaving only a military dagger tucked into her waistband and a small pistol strapped to her ankle. This was her habit; she could never allow herself to be completely unarmed.
Zhou Jue saw this but said nothing. She herself was the same; seemingly empty-handed, but with just a thought, the dazzling "arsenal" in the Starry Secret Box could instantly arm her to the teeth.
"Are you ready?" Zhou Jue asked.
Cheng Gan nodded.
“Alright, let’s experience what it means to ‘go as far as our thoughts can reach.’” Zhou Jue held the teleportation talisman and took a deep breath.
"Walk!"
Zhou Jue gave a low shout and poured his spiritual power into the talisman!
"Buzz~!"
This time, it's no longer the dizzying, passive feeling of being thrown.
Under Zhou Jue's powerful mental strength, the activation process of the teleportation talisman became clear and controllable.
She could "see" that the surrounding space had transformed into a soft curtain. The power of the teleportation talisman was like an invisible hand gently kneading a fold in this curtain.
At one end of the folds lies the Amazon rainforest where they live.
Meanwhile, guided by Zhou Jue's strong will, they crossed mountains and oceans, precisely connecting to a coordinate point filled with filth.
"brush!"
Zhou Jue and Cheng Gan vanished from their spot in an instant.
Almost the instant they landed, a stench violently assaulted their nostrils.
The stench of rotting garbage, the acrid smell of burning cheap diesel fuel, the pungent chemical smell of disinfectant, and... a faint, almost imperceptible, odor of blood.
The four flavors, mixed together, create a unique "despair" scent that belongs to this land.
The two appeared in a narrow, dirty back alley.
On either side of the alley stood two seven- or eight-story buildings, their walls mottled and covered with bluish-black mold. Without exception, all the windows were fitted with thick iron bars, and outside the bars, there were rings and rings of barbed wire.
It's less like a building and more like two prisons standing upright.
Sewage flowed across the alleyway, and black plastic bags, leftover lunch boxes, and other unrecognizable trash were piled up everywhere. Several large rats scurried in and out of the garbage, merely raising their eyelids lazily when they saw the two people who suddenly appeared, showing no fear whatsoever.
“This place…” Cheng Gan’s voice was very low, with a hint of solemnity.
Zhou Jue sensed it even without her saying so.
A sense of oppression filled the air.
This is not some mystical energy field, but rather an "aura" formed by the long-term accumulation and sedimentation of the fear, pain, and despair of countless people, creating an atmosphere that makes people feel extremely uncomfortable both physically and mentally.
Inside the Starry Secret Box.
The old tree, which had just recovered its vitality and was comfortably stretching its branches and leaves, suddenly shuddered.
"Hey, little girl, where have you been all this way?" Old Tree's booming voice rang out in Zhou Jue's mind.
"This smell outside is even stronger than my polluted hometown! It's not the kind of pollution that's physical, it's... the stench of people's hearts! It's suffocating me! It's so unlucky!"
Zhou Jue didn't have time to pay attention to its chatter.
She held her breath and listened intently.
Through the thick walls, you could hear the cacophony of keyboard clicks, the sounds of hundreds or even thousands of computers running simultaneously, all blending into an annoying low-frequency noise.
Mixed in with this noise were other sounds.
A man was yelling in broken Mandarin, "Hurry up! Next one! If you don't meet your targets, you won't get dinner tonight!"
A woman was crying, her voice extremely low, as if she had covered her mouth tightly with her hand.
besides……
Snap!
Snap!
The dull thud of a belt or stick striking flesh, accompanied by painful gasps.
These sounds drifted intermittently from the windows with welded iron bars, mingling with the stench in the alley and creating a scene of hell on earth.
"We've arrived," Zhou Jue said softly, his voice devoid of any emotion.
But Cheng Gan could sense that Zhou Jue beside him was emanating a murderous intent.
Zhou Jue's heart was in turmoil at this moment. She thought she had already trained her mind to be tough enough.
But it was only at this moment that she realized that sometimes, the crimes that humans commit against their own kind touch the deepest chords in her heart more than any natural disaster or any alien.
Because those monsters, those aliens, their evil stems from instinct, from the conflict between species.
The evil here is pure evil, driven by self-interest, treating fellow countrymen like livestock, and exploiting them to the bone.
"Hoo..." Zhou Jue slowly exhaled, forcibly suppressing the almost boiling killing intent.
She told herself that now was not the time to act impulsively.
Rushing in and starting a massacre would be easy, but what about the compatriots inside? In the chaos, those ruthless guards would definitely kill the hostages.
What she wanted was not just a simple massacre.
What she wanted was to bring everyone home safely.
Just then, footsteps came from the alley entrance, accompanied by the sound of several people cursing and talking.
"Damn it, another one escaped today! What are Ah Kun and his gang good for?! They can't even keep an eye on one person!"
"The boss got angry and said that if it happened again, he would chop off one of Ah Kun's fingers and feed it to the dogs!"
"Run? Where can he run to? This whole town is under our control. He can't fly away even if he has wings! Catch him, break his legs, and see how he runs away then!"
Zhou Jue and Cheng Gan exchanged a glance, and almost simultaneously, their figures flashed, like two ghosts blending into the shadows, silently attaching themselves to the recessed wall at the deepest part of the alley.
The invisibility talisman perfectly concealed the two people's figures and aura.
The footsteps grew closer.
Three men wearing floral shirts and flip-flops, with messy tattoos on their arms, strolled into the alley.
The one in the lead was a fat man with a face full of scars; he was unbuckling his belt as he walked.
"Damn it! I have to go out to pee and I have to smell this stench."
He clearly intended to relieve himself right there in the alley.
The two skinny men behind him took out cigarettes from their pockets, lit them, and chatted idly.
"I heard that a new batch of 'piglets' came in at the Feilong Industrial Park next door yesterday. They're of good quality, and several of them are college students."
"Hey, what good are college students? They just obediently type on keyboards. If they don't listen, throw them in a water dungeon for two days, and they'll be all temperless."
"Yeah, right. By the way, that guy who ran away earlier, wasn't he the new guy? I heard he's a tough nut to crack, he wouldn't give up even after being shocked several times..."
Zhou Jue made a gesture to Cheng Gan.
The two silently slid out of the shadows.
Just as the two skinny men sensed the wind behind them, they were simultaneously struck hard on the back of the neck, collapsing limply without uttering a sound. The fat man was facing the wall, about to relieve himself.
Sudden
A cool sensation touched his carotid artery.
His entire body of fat froze instantly.
A hand reached out from behind him and covered his mouth, while at the same time, a voice devoid of any emotion entered his ears.
"Don't make a sound."
"I'll ask, you answer."
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