Chapter 69 Raid (Revised) Blood Feast
Late at night, District 7.
On the rooftop of this old residential building that is as complicated as a maze, Kuang Jing is lurking quietly in a blind spot.
His body almost blended perfectly with the dim and messy environment around him. To the naked eye, only a vague outline could be seen, like an inconspicuous piece of wall paint on a mottled wall.
This is a completely gray area where good and bad people mix together. The narrow streets are like a noisy river, and all kinds of noisy and harsh sounds are constantly coming from every corner.
The wind was also mixed with a nauseating stench, a pungent smell like a mixture of rotting garbage, damp soil, and all kinds of dirt...
This dirty and messy environment, which even ordinary people could hardly endure, undoubtedly had a stronger impact on the sentinels' keen five senses.
But Kuang Jing remained motionless. He just stared at an ordinary, shabby window, without a trace of extra emotion in his cold eyes.
As time went by, Kuang Jing gradually built a scaled topographic map of the current area in his mental picture and was ready to attack at any time.
It was hard to imagine that his target, the person in charge of "PURGE", the largest violent opposition organization in the White Tower, was hiding in such a remote and cramped residential building.
Since more than two hundred years ago, every preschool-age human around the world has had a certain probability of undergoing a genetic mutation, awakening as a Sentinel with the ability of "five senses super body" or a Guide with the ability of "spiritual resonance".
This idiopathic phenomenon of unknown cause is temporarily defined as a new direction for future human evolution.
The White Tower was established by the government as a centralized management agency under such circumstances.
Once awakened, Sentinels and Guides are compulsorily registered with the Tower and placed under unified management. Before fully integrating into society, they must first receive education and training in the White Tower, remaining under strict surveillance until they are discharged.
In a sense, the White Pagoda has greatly maintained the stability of human society, but it has also been criticized for its overly authoritarian and tyrannical management methods.
PURGE - also known as the Purification Society, is an organization spontaneously formed by a group of civilians who oppose the White Tower.
Initially, the members who participated in the organization's founding were mostly ordinary people who had experienced the trauma of losing a child. However, in recent years, as various social conflicts and frictions have continued to escalate, PURGE's internal structure seems to have become increasingly complex.
Today, within this organization, there are not only ordinary people who have been negatively impacted by the White Tower's policies, as well as Sentinels and Guides who have been discharged from the White Tower, either normally or irregularly, but even some anti-evolutionary extreme conservatives...
However, given the many limitations of PURGE itself, it is often difficult for them to have any direct confrontation with the White Tower. At most, they can organize protest marches and talk, but they cannot create a real storm.
But, things seem to be different recently.
Half a year ago, a mysterious senior guide suddenly appeared in the Lower Town. He brazenly declared that he would change the world.
At first, no one took this solitary young man seriously. But who would have thought that in just one week, he would actually muddy the waters of PURGE with a smile.
He first cleaned up the entire Purification Society with swift and decisive measures, firmly controlling this loose civil organization in his own hands, and then transformed it completely, and cleverly connected with local forces.
Then, within just two months, this senior guide brilliantly handled several social cases related to the Sentinel before the White Tower could. This allowed the Purification Society's reputation and influence to rise among the people, but he himself became increasingly low-key, thus gaining ample opportunities for development.
By the time the White Tower finally reacted and wanted to take action to clean up the mess, PURGE had grown from a few withered branches and weeds into a towering tree, and the entire lower city had become fertile soil for it to take root and nourish its growth.
The White Tower, being in the open, was completely powerless during this process. During one investigation mission, a guide was even persuaded to defect. It was truly a loss of both the wife and the troops.
By now, PURGE has already formed a rivalry with the White Tower in the middle and lower urban areas, and its lush branches and leaves are gradually extending to the upper urban areas.
Seeing this, the bigwigs in the White Tower whose vital interests were violated could no longer hold back. They decided to launch a surprise attack on PURGE under the guise of recruiting and cooperating, and they were determined to control the mysterious guide!
Kuang Jing, the White Tower S-class sentry codenamed "Ouroboros", is one of the people participating in this mission to capture the king. However, his duties are more focused on assisting in guidance and controlling the overall situation, and he will not serve as a vanguard.
After all, besides him, lurking in the corners around him were twelve loyal elites carefully selected by the White Tower. They all held their breath, ready to strike, their spirits also waiting for the opportunity in their minds, ready to strike at any time.
…
Inside the building, in an unremarkable and empty living room, a tall and thin young man was placing tableware on the table in an orderly manner.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his slender fingers gently pinched the sharp silver knife and fork. His hands moved slowly and steadily. To him, time seemed like sand that he could squander at will.
He continued like this until he had set out twelve sets of identical tableware and then slowly stopped.
However, what was strange was that, apart from the knife and fork, the huge table was empty, with not a single dish on the plate. All the items were placed there neatly, as if waiting for something, revealing an indescribable weirdness.
[Host, it's already this late and you're still in the mood to play house? The PURGE's lair is about to be raided by the White Tower, including all its personnel and weapons. Let's run!]
Suddenly, an extremely excited mechanical voice suddenly exploded in the man's mind, causing him to frown slightly. However, the polite smile on his gentle face quickly returned, and Feng Langxi's voice gently asked:
"Run? Why would you run? It's not right for a host to refuse to entertain guests."
As he spoke, he picked up another cold dinner knife and slowly ran his fingertips along the edge of the blade, inch by inch, before pressing hard again.
In an instant, bright red blood dripped down his fingers like spilled red wine onto the spotless white tablecloth, just like red plum blossoms blooming in the vast snow, exuding a strange and breathtaking beauty.
The next second, the dripping blood seemed to be some kind of living thing given life, and it spontaneously crawled slowly towards the plate, like a beating heart.
"Oh--"
Looking at the vibrant crimson color gushing out of his body, Feng Langxi's Adam's apple couldn't help but roll heavily. A nervous smile flashed through his ochre eyes hidden behind his lenses. He said:
"What a pity! There are no zombies here. Even the freshest ingredients will be wasted in the end..."
Hearing Feng Langxi's regretful tone, 030 felt his scalp tingling.
This new host, who was reincarnated from the doomsday world, was indeed a ruthless person. In his previous life, he made himself into a living potion and threw himself into a group of zombies, where he was torn to pieces and eaten alive.
After being reborn, Feng Langxi not only did not show the slightest joy about his resurrection, but instead became like a lifeless walking corpse, and he did not respond no matter what the system said.
It was not until he heard that there were two new types of human beings in this world, the Sentinels and the Guides, that a strange light gradually appeared in Feng Langxi's eyes.
At that time, the corners of his mouth lifted up little by little uncontrollably, but the smile did not reach his eyes at all:
"Evolution? Interesting. This kind of condition that causes people to become highly sensitive, lose control of their personality, and even suffer mental breakdown... shouldn't it be called a distortion?"
Having said that, when faced with the physical awakening golden finger provided by the system, Feng Langxi chose to accept it with pleasure and successfully evolved into a high-level guide.
Although Feng Langxi cooperated very well with the subsequent upgrade tasks and completed them smoothly, but...
030 tried hard to calm down and throw away all the messy things in his mind. He continued to speak earnestly:
[Host, we don't need to confront the official forces head-on. As long as there is green mountains, there will be no shortage of firewood. Things will change over time. Don't bully the young and poor!
[We've already accumulated enough points in the past six months of PURGE, so no matter how many survival missions we take on, we'll be able to—]
"Survival? I think you misunderstood."
Suddenly, Feng Langxi tilted his head slightly, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous. He smiled and pushed his glasses down, interrupting the system's words. The blood on his hand slowly dripped down the edge of the frame onto his face.
"What I've always wanted is to die gloriously—"
As he finished speaking, Feng Langxi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked out the window. He casually undressed himself, revealing his body covered with scars and sutures.
Then, he released his spirit body——
…
Outside the building, although other colleagues had sneaked into the floor where the target person was located under Bai Ta's instructions, Kuang Jing was still silently lurking in the shadows, waiting for the best time to close the net.
Suddenly, Kuang Jing felt a sharp pain in his brain, and twelve scorching red dots exploded simultaneously in the mental picture covering the entire building. His eyes flashed and he suddenly pounced towards the dilapidated window!
Under the violent attack of the sentry, the windows equipped with anti-theft nets were easily shattered like rice paper, and Kuang Jing stepped into the room cautiously.
The living room that came into view was empty, with only a large square table quietly placed there.
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