Chapter 70: Chase (Catching Bugs) Raise your hands, surrender your guns and you won’t be killed...
Pale light streamed down from the ceiling, and a long square table stood abruptly in the middle of the living room.
The large table was piled with various animal parts, which looked weird and primitive, like some kind of evil sacrificial ritual.
Kuang Jing only took a quick glance and saw sharp wolf claws, feathered bird wings, thick crocodile tails... twelve completely different kinds of "food".
However, what is strange is that there is almost no blood on the cross-sections of these unprocessed raw meats, as if these limbs were not cut from living animals, but rather -
Oh no!
A terrifying thought flashed through his mind, and Kuang Jing's pupils suddenly contracted, like a cracked piece of golden amber. He covered his mouth and nose tightly and shouted:
"Yujingzi!"
Before he finished speaking, a giant, silver-white python appeared out of thin air. Its body was as bright as moonlight, and its fine scales shimmered with a holy luster, like crystal snow on a high mountain.
Yu Jingzi's massive body quickly circled the living room. Then, he bit his own tail, forming a strangely shaped ring that suddenly exploded.
With an invisible roar, the entire space cracked into countless spider-web-like lines like shattered glass. The cracks spread rapidly, finally collapsing completely in an instant, and the air seemed to be torn apart along with it.
Kuang Jing, who was in the center of the storm, felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if being pierced by countless fine needles at the same time, causing him a splitting headache, and the surrounding scenery was distorted and shattered.
When his sight refocused, he saw a completely different scene:
The living room was still the same living room, and the long table was still the same long table, but twelve sentries in White Tower uniforms were sitting neatly on the originally empty chairs - they were the pioneers who had not been heard from for a long time!
Their faces were rosy, their breathing was steady, and there were no signs of fighting or injury on their bodies, as if they had simply fallen into a deep sleep.
However, there was something indescribably strange about the postures of these sentinels - each of them had a smile on their face, their eyes closed, their peaceful faces pressed tightly against the smooth plates on the table, motionless and identical, which was truly chilling.
In addition, there seemed to be a subtle fishy smell in the air, which was barely noticeable at first, but gradually became long-lasting and sweet after entering the nose...
Although his colleagues seemed to be fine, Kuang Jing could not relax at all. His heart was beating rapidly, and he immediately sent a distress signal to the White Tower.
At the same time, there was another subtle fluctuation in the air, and then a huge silver snake appeared out of thin air on Kuang Jing's neck.
This beautiful creature possessed a pair of warm, piercing red eyes that seemed to see into people's hearts. Its slender body gently wrapped around Kuang Jing's shoulders, its scales cool and smooth, a soothing touch.
"Don't worry, I'm fine..."
Seeing this, Kuang Jing gently stroked Yu Jingzi's tail with trembling fingers. When his fingertips touched the white scales, the familiar touch made him feel a little more at ease.
The sentry took a deep breath, tore off a piece of cloth without hesitation, and quickly covered his eyes. His world suddenly fell into darkness, but his other senses became more acute.
At this moment, Kuang Jing, with his mental power fully activated, can feel every slightest fluctuation in the air.
He could hear every noise coming from the distant street; he could taste the faint bitterness in his mouth due to the secretion of hormones, mixed with the sticky touch of saliva; he could even smell the faint fragrance gradually condensing into a solid entity... Yu Jingzi's body also tightened slightly around his neck, as if guiding him.
In the darkness of the night, Kuang Jing took decisive steps. With a clear goal in mind, he walked faster and faster, leaving all his emotions far behind.
The black military boots rolled over the scattered concrete debris on the ground. The crisp footsteps set off layers of echoes in the empty corridor. The dull night wind blew rusty raindrops in the face.
The unknown road ahead seemed to become more and more dangerous, but the sentinel's heartbeat returned to normal again, and his breathing became deep and powerful.
“Crack.”
He pulled out his gun and ran upstairs calmly and stubbornly.
…
"The hounds of the White Tower have such a keen nose..."
On the thirteenth floor, on the windowsill, a smiling voice sounded slowly in the night, mixed with raindrops slowly falling.
On the window eaves, Feng Langxi was leisurely swinging his legs in the air. His upper body was exposed to the air without any cover, and his black trouser legs rustled in the wind, like a crow feather about to fall.
The tattered curtains were suddenly blown up by the night wind, casting mottled shadows on his face, which made his well-defined features look even more eerie.
[Host, could you please sit a little further inside?]
Looking at Feng Langxi's feet hanging forty meters in the air, the system couldn't help swallowing its saliva. It said tremblingly:
If this falls, I really won’t be able to save it again...
"Shh, listen—"
Hearing this, Feng Langxi simply raised his index finger, still stained with fresh blood, to the corner of his mouth. He opened his ochre-red eyes and felt the subtle tremors of the concrete wall beneath him.
As the drum-like footsteps penetrated the layers of floorboards and struck his bones, Feng Langxi smiled and tapped the frame of his glasses lightly with his fingers. He said in a gentle voice:
"Go ahead and don't damage that pretty little snake."
No one responded to his words, but there was suddenly an unnatural bend in the air, and a slender figure stood silently behind Feng Langxi.
Suddenly, the night wind blew up the white shirt, casting a heavy shadow on the ground.
The next second, several fingers that were so pale that they were almost scary suddenly grabbed the window sill. The "person" supported the windowsill with one hand and jumped towards the building opposite. In the residential building two meters away, a glass window shattered.
When the crisp sound of shattering glass tore through the rain curtain, Kuang Jing suddenly stopped at the corner of the tenth floor. He smelled a familiar fragrance flashing on the rusty fire escape staircase.
…
In the empty corridor, the low-quality voice-controlled lights above the head flickered, the damp and moldy smell mixed with the smell of gunpowder raged in the wind, and two hurried footsteps collided back and forth between the mottled walls.
Here, a thrilling chase is taking place.
The smiling brown-haired young man in front looked organized and at ease, the hem of his shirt casting a light silhouette on the wall. He was like a cunning hunter, always pulling the trigger from some very tricky angles.
When the bullets whizzed out from the muzzle, the pursuers behind would be forced to change their route - those bullets did not go towards the vital parts of the human body, but accurately blocked the opponent's route of advance.
His body language seemed calm and casual, as if he was just playing a normal shooting game, rather than running for his life in this dangerous corridor.
The white-haired sentry who was chasing closely behind was no less impressive. He was like a drawn saber, his textbook-like offensive movements were concise and sharp, his steps were decisive and swift, and dodging the advances seemed effortless.
Despite being blindfolded, this man seemed to be able to predict the trajectory of the bullet. He was always able to narrowly avoid the opponent's fierce attack, give precise counterattacks, and keep his eye on the target in front of him.
Finally, when the loud noise of the iron door of the rooftop being kicked open tore through the rain curtain, the cat-and-mouse game finally reached its climax.
"stop--"
A bluish-white lightning flashed from the thick clouds. In the dense rain, the blindfold on Kuang Jing's face quickly absorbed moisture.
At this moment, the sentry's extraordinary perception had become a burden due to the long-term tense state. Every drop of rain turned into fine silver needles, piercing into his throbbing nerves along his exposed skin.
The cold, hard cloth wetly covered the skin, bringing a sticky and uncomfortable feeling, while the floating architectural models in the mental picture also flashed a dazzling red light everywhere.
But Kuang Jing's gun remained motionless, locked tightly on the dangerous figure at the edge of the rooftop. His voice was calm and steady, resounding clearly across the empty rooftop:
"Lay down your weapons. The Inquisition in the White Tower will consider your level of cooperation."
"Oh……"
There seemed to be a faint chuckle in the air. The sound was very light and faint, but it revealed an indescribable teasing.
The next second, the steel guardrail groaned under the impact, and the other party jumped down without saying a word!
The night wind blew up his open clothes, spreading the strange fragrance into the rain. The strong and tolerant guide Su quietly soothed the sentry's restless nerves, making him unconsciously relax and indulge...
"boom!"
Amid the deafening thunder, Kuang Jing was startled. He tore off the blindfold and rushed to the edge of the roof.
The moment the cloth was torn off, cold raindrops poured down like tiny pieces of glass and instantly fell into his pupils.
Kuang Jing didn't choose to close his eyes. He endured the discomfort and rushed towards the guardrail. Amidst the burning pain left on his retina, he saw the figure that fell to the third floor suddenly turn around.
The young man's pale face glowed hazily under the dim street lights. Before the curve of his lips fully unfolded, he disappeared without warning like a burst of foam.
Only the tattered white shirt was still floating in the air, the buttons making a crisp sound as they hit the manhole cover, and the fabric finally fell into a flooded depression, like a withered white feather.
Seeing this, the sentry realized that he had been tricked. Without hesitation, he bit his pistol between his teeth and jumped down.
At the moment when the feeling of weightlessness of falling gripped his heart, the sound of scales rubbing against each other mixed with the damp night wind passed by his ears. A huge white snake tail broke through the rain curtain and swept him into the residential building. Kuang Jing returned to the corner of the tenth floor.
After landing, he did not stop at all, but immediately adjusted his state and ran towards the target again.
At this moment, Feng Langxi, who had been watching the show leisurely, finally sat up straight. He pinched his nose bridge with a slight headache, then said with a smile: "Ha, it seems that I have gone too far..."
Due to the slightly rough movements of his men, spots of blood were rubbed onto his exposed skin during the process. Combined with his gentle and handsome face, it gave off an eerie and spooky aura for no reason.
His smile was still gentle, but it gave people an inexplicable chill.
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