Chapter 27 Three-Handed Magic Trick: "Just corpse oil, how can it be worthy of 'god'..."
"Tsk, cowardly coward."
The bald man glanced disdainfully at the mangled corpse, and didn't give the other five bald men who awkwardly stood up a friendly look either. He raised an eyebrow at the shattered "corpse" on the ground, and his tone became much more amiable:
"I misjudged you. I didn't expect you could even mimic the scent of the aphrodisiac. It's a waste for you to stay with the sick cat. Everyone else must die. If you're willing to surrender..."
"Pooh!"
The head on the ground rolled a few times, its unseeing eyes staring at the bald man, and it actually started cursing: "I'm not going to hang out with people like you who pee standing up, you're just getting my shoes wet!"
"Oh."
Despite being verbally abused, the bald man didn't get angry. He smiled and took one last puff of his e-cigarette. Without him making any move, a black box appeared at the feet of the group of bald men in suits.
As if they had rehearsed it a thousand times, they worked in pairs: one opened the box and took out the items, while the other placed the equipment inside. The entire sequence was completed in just a few seconds, and the next second—
"Da da da da!"
Guns spewed out bursts of fire, bullets rained down like they were free, scattering bricks and rubble everywhere. Not to mention the strange pieces of corpses on the ground, the entire warehouse was almost pulverized by the hail of bullets.
The gunfire lasted for a full ten minutes. After the smoke cleared, the entire warehouse was completely exposed. The neatly arranged shelves were shattered into pieces, and only debris remained inside.
"You're lucky you didn't get the magic oil, but you're also unlucky."
The man with the gun remained still, while the other half carefully inspected the ruins of the warehouse and shook their heads at the bald man at the door.
"They're gone."
The man waved his hand dismissively, and the instant he turned and walked through the door, he suddenly grabbed the machine gun from the person next to him, twisted around, aimed at the empty space behind him, and pulled the trigger, only letting go after firing all the bullets.
As the dust settled, the area blasted by bullets showed no other unusual signs of damage besides being more devastated. The bald man, however, didn't lower his gun. He chuckled and spoke, his voice slightly cold: "Aren't you coming out yet? Three-handed magician?"
The corner where the bald man pointed his gun suddenly distorted. Before he could fire again, a large, transparent, twisted cloth swept towards him, bringing with it a howling wind!
The bald man neither dodged nor avoided the attack. Instead, he carefully took out a capsule from his chest pocket, twisted it, and tossed it directly into the transparent light cloth.
"Sizzle."
The capsule collided with the light cloth, and a drop of extremely viscous black liquid inside seeped out, leaving a tiny black dot the size of a fingernail on the cloth. Like an ink drop into water, the black dot spread rapidly, staining the transparent cloth black in just a few seconds. Amidst wisps of corrosive white smoke, it slowly fell to the ground like a tattered rag.
The bald man carefully dodged, instructing his subordinates to put the rags into a jar. As he turned around, he clapped his hands and said, "One daydreamer, one concocted a fake, plus a friend who can teleport three meters in a day, thank you for the Sick Cat Gang's magic show, brothers, wasn't it amazing?"
The bald men laughed, but one bald man with three bloody marks on his head chuckled and took a step back. Suddenly, a blurry figure appeared, the muzzle of a machine gun in his hand spitting fire, and blasted half of the man's head off!
"Aaaaaah!"
Half of the man's head was blown off. Terrified, he covered his head with his hands and rolled on the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain. Just as his whole body convulsed a few times and his face turned pale, he was slapped across the face.
"Touch your head, see if it's still there?"
The sound was only of normal volume, but it sounded like thunder to the ear. The man's eyes rolled upwards, and the fingers covering his wound twitched. They seemed to be lifted up by something and floated outwards until they bent into an arc. The soft touch under his hand suddenly hardened.
"...I...I still have my head, I'm not dead, I'm still alive!"
A cold snort came from not far away, and with a flash of light, a three-meter-long broadsword appeared out of thin air, its blade gleaming coldly, and it slashed directly at the man on the ground!
The bald man suddenly appeared behind the man, and his ferocious knife slashed down fiercely, but it went limp the moment it touched the skin. The entire knife became illusory, trembled a few times, and then slowly disappeared.
"Hehe, who dreams in reality? Miss Yue, why don't we talk directly?"
"Pooh!"
In a corner of the warehouse, a transparent sheet of light was removed, revealing three figures. Le Feiyou stared intently at the man lying on the ground, his face contorted with anger: "Eguchi Kazuya! I never thought you were the traitor! Have you forgotten that after you broke your leg, the whole regiment pooled their money to buy you a prosthetic body?"
"The Sick Cat Gang is about to disband, so smart people will naturally switch jobs. As long as they are invaders, I, the gentleman, will not refuse them. Miss Yue, would you like to consider it?"
The man spoke politely, but ever since the three of them revealed themselves, all the bald men had pointed their guns at them, and those who were close even had their fingers on the trigger.
Eguchi Kazuya guiltily looked away, his face pale as he hid behind the bald team leader, which only fueled Le Feiyou's anger.
Although their specialties are not combat-related, they can still launch surprise attacks successfully, otherwise the guild leader would not have entrusted them with guarding the base.
But when this bald guy launched his sneak attack, it was as if he knew their special abilities beforehand. Caught off guard, they suffered a great loss, which is why they couldn't even defend their base. Now, seeing Eguchi Kazuya standing opposite them, what didn't she understand?!
"Ha, there's no need for us to join. Trash who betrays friends, scoundrels who break contracts and launch sneak attacks—there's no place for us in such a perfect match."
"Bang!"
The bald man brandished a gun at Le Feiyou, but no bullets were visible. Le Feiyou snorted coldly, and a bloody hole exploded in her left knee. Her knee buckled, but she managed to brace herself.
"He's a tough nut to crack, but unfortunately, I'll give you one last chance..."
"Kui Lao Er, why pretend?"
With both hands supporting Le Feiyou, Xu Xunyuan's eyes flashed with anger. He flicked his third hand behind his waist, and a playing card swiftly pinned down an inconspicuous little insect!
"He does have a certain keen insight."
Hu Tiankui exclaimed in admiration, then ordered his subordinates who were surrounding the three men with guns to retreat, and he himself retreated outside the warehouse. "However, this distance is enough for the divine oil. As long as it breathes in just a little bit, the outcome is already decided."
Having confirmed that the three had missed their chance to self-destruct, Hu Tiankui, unusually, didn't fake a smile; the corners of his mouth widened further: "No matter what you're waiting for to buy time, it's too late! No one can escape death after being touched by the divine oil!"
"Oh, really?"
Le Feiyou revealed a malicious smile, raised his dark-glowing fingers, squatted down, grabbed the constantly flapping black insect, and squeezed out black fluid with his fingers!
Hu Tiankui's smile froze on his face as he watched Le Feiyou's actions with suspicion. Just as he was wondering if she had gone mad, he suddenly realized something was wrong: at such close range, she hadn't been infected!
"How could this miracle oil possibly be ineffective?"
Hu Tiankui's eyes widened, wondering if he had entered a dream, when suddenly the voice he would remember for the rest of his life came from behind him:
"It's just corpse oil, how can it be worthy of the word 'god'?"
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Author's Note: I had finished writing this chapter, but then I realized it didn't feel quite right and rewrote it. (orz)
Sorry I'm late, I'll send everyone a small red envelope to make up for it.
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