Chapter 53: Sacrifice Death for Destiny (Two chapters in one)
An old and dilapidated residential complex with no name, Room 404, Building 11.
The doors and windows were closed, and thick curtains blocked out the light.
Inside the house, seven evil members were sitting or leaning on the sofa. The TV was on, broadcasting the current affairs news of District 9.
[In recent days, all departments in our district have worked together to conduct friendly negotiations with District 8 and increase trade exchanges…][Our district has followed the new program issued by the Upper City Council and has made more detailed functional divisions among departments…][In recent years, the gross domestic product of our district has steadily increased, and the exploration of the Hidden Gate has continued to deepen, playing an important role in the integrated human supply circulation system…][Resolutely implement the program of the integrated human circulation, unwaveringly, and resolutely implement the various policies and measures of the Upper City Council without ambiguity, and resolutely follow the pace of the Upper City and not fall behind.][Order is stable, life is prosperous, and everyone should contribute their own value to the integrated human circulation system.][We firmly believe that in the near future, human footprints will cover every corner of the Hidden Gate, and the lost world will surely return to the embrace of mankind.] Click——
The TV screen was smashed by a big hand, half of the cracked screen went out, and the announcer's delicate face and subtitles were shattered into a distorted shape.
"It's the same old clichés every day. I'm almost sick of it." Hong Hu shook off the fragments in his hands, saying in an annoyed tone.
A woman with half of her face left with stitch scars frowned and asked, "Are you nervous and scared?"
The other five members subconsciously sat up straighter when the woman spoke.
Hong Hu shook his head and denied: "I'm not scared."
The woman said indifferently: "It doesn't matter. Fear and anxiety in the face of death are natural physiological reactions. There is no need to hide or escape. But our bodies after death will eventually be paved into stairs leading to the sky."
Hong Hu and several extremely evil members looked at each other, fanaticism appeared in their eyes, and they stood up at the same time, with their right fists against their hearts: "For fate, sacrifice death!"
The woman turned her head and looked at the curtains. A hint of hostility flashed in her eyes. She said coldly, "In order to make it easier to receive the goods after the contact, we must drag more people with us before we die."
The evil members nodded silently, and at the same time took out their weapons and began to make final preparations.
Suddenly, Hong Hu couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "Big sister, since we are all going to die, can you tell me who the contact person is and what the goods are?"
The big sister stared at Hong Hu with burning eyes, seeing the immaturity on his face which had not yet completely faded.
She grinned, and the necrotic muscles on her face twitched at the corners of her mouth. The scar came alive like a centipede, looking horrifying and hideous.
Hong Hu scratched his head in fear: "Big sister, I was wrong. I won't ask."
The eldest sister did not blame him, but said gently: "Because we are all going to die, we don't need to know the answer."
The room fell silent, with the hourglass of death hanging over everyone's head.
“Here it comes!”
The member sitting by the window pulled aside a corner of the curtain and peeked at the entrance of the community.
A large number of Survey Corps-style dark blue uniforms came into view and quickly dispersed, blocking all exits. The snack street along the street was also cleared and put under martial law.
Four strange instruments were placed symmetrically in the community, forming a square.
The next moment, a pitch-black laser was fired out, shooting straight towards Shangcheng's butt.
The colorful lights on the huge base of the upper city received the laser from the ground. Four of the lights flashed twice and silently turned into ink-black.
Then, the inky-black light beams fell vertically, extending into a square in mid-air, like a black box of infinite height, falling from the upper city, and accurately covering the old and dilapidated neighborhood.
The big sister lowered her head and used her cell phone to send a pre-edited message to a digital number without any remarks.
——Team 117, apply to log off! No reply, because the infinitely tall black box has covered the entire community at the speed of light, turning it into darkness, a dead place that isolates all prying eyes and signal transmission.
The big sister looked at the signal grid on the top of the phone which turned into an X, pulled out the SIM card without changing her expression, and rubbed it into pieces with two fingers.
The sound insulation in the old and dilapidated residential area is not very good.
Soon, screams were heard from people going up and down the stairs, and then some residents opened the windows and shouted outside.
"What's going on?"
"The lights in Upper City were turned off so early today?"
"Why is there no signal?"
"Everyone, look, our neighborhood is covered by a black box. What's going on? Can anyone come out and explain it? It feels a bit scary."
"I can't see outside the hood. Wait a minute, someone's coming in. They look like they're from the Survey Corps. They all have guns."
Two minutes later.
Those who were more impatient rushed out of the building entrance and gathered in the yard. They bravely walked in groups, using their mobile phone flashlights as light sources, towards the entrance and exit of the community.
Most of the windows in the buildings were thrown open, and everyone was looking out, with all eyes focused on it.
Click.
The sound of the bolt being pulled and loaded was uniform.
There wasn't even a chance of communication or a reply. What responded to them was a torrential downpour of bullets. In the blink of an eye, the ground was stained with pits and blood.
The cell phone that fell to the ground cast a dark red shadow on the bodies.
The mobile phones that were no longer operational soon went dark, and darkness engulfed the bodies.
The rainstorm came suddenly and stopped suddenly, but the whole community seemed to have pressed the mute button, and countless throats were stuck and lost their voices.
Then, the mute was lifted and the volume rebounded, with screams coming one after another, so sharp that it seemed to collapse the building.
But what they didn't know was that even if they shouted at the top of their lungs, not a single sound could be heard and disturb the peace and tranquility outside.
Thanks to the wisdom of the Upper City Council and the power of technological development, we can always protect the order and peace of the majority of people in the most convenient and labor-saving way.
Zhou Jian, captain of the Second Battalion of the Ninth District Survey Corps, had no expression on his face. He looked at the corpses on the ground as if he was looking at a field of rotten grass and leaves.
"Anyone in this community could be a potential evil element, and could cause serious harm."
"So, according to the order from our superiors, no one will be left alive during this crackdown, and no one will be allowed to escape."
"Teams two and three are on alert and blocking the area. Team one is targeting Building 11, Room 404."
Zhou Jian took the loudspeaker handed to him by his deputy, and his cold voice echoed in the black box.
As the order was issued, a team of soldiers put down their helmets, put on night vision goggles, and quickly rushed towards the 11 buildings.
Hong Hu's face twitched when he heard this, and he said indignantly: "You say we are the most evil, but who is the most evil?"
None of the other members of Team 117 answered him. Their eyes were as cold as ice, and it was obvious that they were used to this kind of scene.
"We were the ones who brought the sickle that cut the grass. So, to a certain extent, they all died because of us. It's not wrong to define us as extremely evil."
The big sister pulled out a two-meter-long sword from behind the sofa, stomped on the ground, broke through the window, and fell straight to the ground from the 4-meter-high building, creating a big hole.
"Then let them see the horror of utter evil~"
Before the man fell to the ground, his ferocious roar was like that of a tigress, drowning out all the responses coming from the loudspeaker.
Several soldiers who were unable to dodge were smashed into meat patties, with blood and flesh splattered everywhere. A great sword was swung, making a sharp roar as it chose its target to devour.
"shooting!"
Da da da da da... The dense rain of bullets turned into a metal storm, and the impenetrable sword was swung forward courageously, going against the wind.
"Dedicate your death to your destiny!"
Amidst the wild laughter, several more human-shaped cannonballs fell from the upper floors.
Inside Building 14.
The special commissioner drew aside the curtains, looked down from above, and said calmly, "If the police station doesn't take action, the credit will be taken away by the Survey Corps."
Wang Yilin waved and walked down.
The captain of the police who had been ready behind him drew out his weapons and guns and rushed downstairs.
The sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs startled the residents in the building so much that they hid their heads behind the peepholes.
"Not the Survey Corps."
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"It's from the police station."
"Save us! The Survey Corps has gone crazy and is planning to kill us all."
A young man opened the door, ignoring the woman behind him pulling him, as if he regarded the sudden appearance of the head of the police hiding in the building as a life-saving straw.
The footsteps of those going down the stairs stopped collectively, and the captains looked at each other, their breathing becoming suppressed and heavy.
After delivering the badges, Feng Ju has returned to the team and is now standing in the second row.
He looked at the man who was gradually approaching, took a deep breath, and pulled away the police chief who was blocking his way. As he raised his foot and took a step forward, the standard long sword of the police station drew a streak of light.
There was a circle of blood on the man's neck, his head fell to the ground, and he rolled down the stairs.
Feng Ju looked down at the headless corpse, his clenched teeth loosened, and he exhaled hot air: "Don't blame me, you are all going to die tonight. Instead of letting the Survey Corps take advantage of you, why not let us use you as a military achievement for the Police Station?"
After Feng Ju finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the captains, and said in a deep voice: "Brothers, there are only a few heads of the Evil members, but there are thousands of heads of these other people. We can't just pick up the small heads and leave the big heads to the Survey Corps."
After saying that, Feng Ju didn't care what everyone thought and walked quickly towards the woman sitting on the ground with a knife in hand.
After witnessing the cruelty of Special Correspondent Shangcheng and the ruthlessness of the Survey Corps, Feng Ju's values have been sublimated, becoming more firm and more thorough.
If people in the lower city want to succeed, they must know how to make choices and maximize the use of resources.
This was the idea behind giving up the son and devoting all family resources to the daughter.
Now, abandon your meaningless pity for your fellow human beings and use their worthless heads to gain your own credit and the appreciation of your superiors.
They are all implementing the idea of maximizing benefits.
Chi! The blade cut the woman's neck, and the spurting blood splashed all over Feng Ju's face.
His eyes were red, and he muttered to himself as if possessed by a demon: "I am not wrong. If I want to live a decent life in the lower city, I can only abandon everything unnecessary, grab all resources and hopes, and gamble on that little bit of reward and future."
"This is the survival rule of the downtown. I am not wrong. I am just following and enforcing this rule."
The captains looked at Feng Ju, whose face was covered in blood. Some of them subconsciously took a step back with disgust in their eyes, but some of them seemed to have just woken up from a dream, tightened the knives in their hands and followed Feng Ju.
The police team split into two groups. One group accelerated to the bottom of the building and rushed into the bloody battlefield desperately.
Another group went door to door, breaking into every house, preparing to launch a carpet-style cleanup of every building.
The special commissioner listened to the screams coming from the corridor, but it was as if he heard beautiful music, and a strange flush appeared on his face.
"It seems that there are still smart people under Director Wang who can understand what I mean. This is very good." The special envoy smiled happily.
Wang Yilin nodded with a forced smile.
The special commissioner didn't care. He patted the latter's shoulder with a smile and said earnestly: "Don't feel guilty. All the sins of those who die tonight will be counted on [Fate]."
"It was [Fate] that moved into this community and brought death and killing. If these blank people had a little logic, they should understand that it was [Fate] that brought them misfortune."
"Even if they go to hell after they die, they can only ask [Fate] for the account. It has nothing to do with us~"
The corner of Wang Yilin's mouth twitched. He knew that the special envoy's words were perverse, but the special envoy was so noble that he could condescend to appease him. If he continued to be pretentious, it would be a bit shameless.
Thinking of this, the guilt in his heart disappeared, and he also smiled and said: "The special commissioner is right. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its creditor. The deaths of these empty people must be attributed to [fate]."
"And we helped them get revenge. If they are grateful, they should burn incense and pray for us to the King of Hell after they die~"
….Outside the old and dilapidated residential area enclosed by a black box, many people looked up at the beam of light shooting from the butt of the upper city to the ground, with curiosity flashing in their eyes.
It seems to be located in the west of the city.
Many people were trying to determine the direction, and some who were particularly bored or overly curious wanted to go and take a look at the location of the "black pillar", and it would be best if they could go in and see what was happening inside.
But the closest they could get was the outermost end of the snack street, where the Survey Corps, armed with live ammunition, stopped those reckless guys.
At the same time, everyone’s mobile phone received an emergency text message notification from the District 9 government.
——An organization called [Destiny] has infiltrated the west of the city and is being blocked and captured by the Survey Corps and the police station. Please do not go to xxxx Street in the west of the city or its vicinity unless necessary to avoid unnecessary danger.
——The members of this organization are extremely evil, extremely dangerous and insane. The Survey Corps and the Police Station will do their best to capture them and not let a single one escape. Please rest assured.
Outside the snack street, among the crowd of onlookers.
A man wearing a hat lowered his head and sneered as he deleted two spam messages.
Then, another previously received text message appears.
——Team 117, apply to go offline! His finger paused on the page for a moment, then he pressed the delete key, along with a reply message [Failed to send]: Approved, I hope you are not alone on your journey.
Not alone has two implications. One is that I wish Team 117 to be in good order and no one will be left behind.
One is to wish them to take away more enemies before they die, so that they won’t be too lonely and boring down there.
Unfortunately, none of these good wishes were sent successfully.
The man smiled bitterly. He didn't even know their names or appearances. The only thing he could imagine about them was the three numbers [117].
The man put his phone back into his trouser pocket, took a last look at the direction of the "black column", and silently replied in his heart: "For destiny, sacrifice death!"
He turned around and strode away.
All preparations are complete, it's time to find the contact person to pick up the goods...
(End of this chapter)
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