The older generation didn't seem to like joining the herd to become ground rats. When Jiang Youwei arrived at her neighborhood, she could still see quite a few of them. Just downstairs, there was an old man, completely oblivious to the city's air raid sirens, basking in the sun on an old-fashioned bamboo lounge chair.
"Judging from the voice, it's Xiao Liu from upstairs, right? Let me tell you, there's no need to bother me as I have one foot halfway into the coffin!" He seemed to have recognized the wrong person, or maybe he really couldn't recognize who was who.
"Uncle, please take a rest!" Jiang Youwei was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and walked up the stairs by himself.
“Thinking back then…”
The house looked much the same as yesterday; the two mysterious girls, always looking for trouble, were still inside. Jiang Wenwu was snoring on the table. The short video app on his phone was useless; all he saw when he opened it was a three-second reminder with black text on a white background.
"How did you get into this again?" Huang Xiaohong opened the security door when she heard the knock on the door and saw Jiang Youwei standing naked in front of the door with his arms folded across his chest. "Go wash quickly, you are so smelly and dirty!" She pinched her nose in disgust.
The water and electricity had naturally been cut off, but there was a water tank on the roof, so taking a cold shower was not a problem.
Watching the clear water flow over her skin, washing away the mud and blood, Jiang Youwei felt a sense of reverie. Many unexplained thoughts flashed through her mind. Suddenly, she raised her hand and made a "pistol" gesture toward the mirror hanging on the wall, thinking, "If only I could shoot something out." The next moment, there was a "click," and a molten hole suddenly appeared in the center of the mirror, surrounded by shockwave-like cracks.
. . . . . .
"Tell me, what did you do?" Huang Xiaohong heard the shattering sound of shattering glass in the bathroom and knew something had broken again. Opening the door, she saw a wet girl kneeling in the bathtub, gesturing strangely and looking around. The sink was covered in shards of glass. The ridiculous sight didn't make her laugh; it only infuriated her. So, after drying the girl's hair, she dragged her to the dining table and started a denunciation session.
"I, I was like this, and then the mirror broke!" Jiang Youwei lowered his head and made a "pistol" gesture while speaking.
"So, you're saying that if you do this, the mirror will shatter?" Huang Xiaohong imitated her and also made a "pistol" gesture, but at this time, neither of them released anything. This was of course, it was just a gesture, nothing more.
"Are you guys done chatting? If you are, I'll go back to sleep." Jiang Wenwu discovered that his small body seemed to have some strange ailment. He needed to sleep for a full twelve hours every day, and the last time he felt energetic was usually in the evening. She was squinting, her small hands supporting her head, pretending to listen attentively.
"You, don't be angry! I really released the thing! I'll try again outside!" Jiang Youwei, who found that the situation was not good, thought quickly and hurried to comfort his adoptive mother.
Huang Xiaohong looked angry, but considering her delicate and beautiful face now, she was actually quite cute!
Jiang Youwei admired the golden retriever for a moment, then walked to the balcony, looking back every few steps, opened the window, and pointed her finger at the residential building to the south. She thought she had struck a very cool pose, and suddenly shouted, "Fire!"
But nothing happened...
"I said, fire!"
No movement.
???
Why didn't it work this time?
"Did I miss something? Let me think." Jiang Youwei felt like she must have missed something, so she began to recall the details. "I remember when I dismantled the sofa at home, I was thinking about the shield, and then it started working. Could it be the same thing this time?" She suddenly thought of last month's incident, where the same formula had been used. Huang Xiaohong had scolded her afterwards, and when she tried again, there was no reaction, just like today.
"Hahaha~ I get it! I get it!" She was a little excited, and she summed up another rule.
She stood upright at the window, her hands on her hips. Her movements were so dramatic that the towel she was wrapped in fell off. But she didn't notice it. She was still imagining the laser pointer she'd played with before. Somehow, she seemed to have found the trick. "I'll let it go!"
Her pupils shrank as she saw a white dot on the distant building. The next moment, the concrete at that white dot began to melt and emit a red light.
"Amazing!" She discovered that this ability was quite powerful, but unfortunately, the accuracy seemed a bit off. "Guess I need more practice. But before that, let me try 'Shield' first."
This time, after only a short try, a light film resembling a soap bubble appeared near her body. When the sunlight shone on it, it refracted a colorful oil film-like effect.
"Eh? Isn't this the shield that normally appears when I transform into a 'Succubus'? It seems my power is indeed much weaker in human form! I just wonder what this shield is used for? Is it a reflector?"
. . . . . .
While Jiang Youwei was trying out his various superpowers, chaos was already breaking out outside his house.
In fact, even if there were no mutants interfering, the world would be in chaos sooner or later.
Countless invisible lasers were fired from orbit, leaving the ground control consoles with no time to react before piles of satellites were reduced to scrap metal. Those who survived this chaotic battle, which lasted for more than ten hours, aimed their weapons at the ground.
That fireball this morning was the work of a reckless nation. No one wants the war to escalate, but the madmen already caught in the middle of a war don't want to see it escalate. The more chaotic the situation, the more benefits they can reap.
The sky above 500 kilometers is now littered with satellite debris. Countless fragments crowd the otherwise vast expanse of deep space, each one a dangerous bullet. Even in this environment, many roaming assassins still search for their targets. Eliminating them is merely a job, while creating fireballs on the ground is their passion.
At the speed of light, any maneuverability would become a joke. Whether it was a vehicle crawling on the ground or a fighter plane flying in the sky, to these killers, they were just fixed targets.
Compared to the satellites in the sky wreaking havoc on terrestrial infrastructure, anti-satellite weapons attempting to retaliate from the ground were in a much more difficult position. The targets were so fast, each opportunity lasted only a few seconds, leaving them permanently exposed to their mortal shells. Therefore, they could only huddle beneath their ablative heat shields, hoping the destructive rays emitted by the satellites didn't accumulate enough energy.
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