A loud thud came from outside the door.
The night-vision operator turned around in a panic and saw his companion's body slumped against the door.
Then a black shadow shot in like lightning, brandishing a sharp blade, and plunged it into his waist!
The night-vision man was terrified and had no time to dodge. His eyes hardened instantly, and he pulled out a silenced gun, holding it to Sheng Qingyang's forehead, ready to risk his life for Sheng Qingyang's.
A cold, hard sensation appeared on her head, and Sheng Qingyang's gentle expression suddenly changed. She didn't have time to draw her knife and dodge.
The instant the night-vision man pulled the trigger of the silenced gun, Sheng Qingyang advanced instead of retreating, grabbing him with his free left hand and thrusting the sharp blade deeper into his body.
The intense pain caused the night-vision man to roar in anger, and he was pushed backward by Sheng Qingyang, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.
The bullet, flying through the air, grazed Sheng Qingyang's scalp and burned him as the gunman trembled violently. The smell of burning meat and strong gunpowder instantly filled the entire hall.
Blood dripped from Sheng Qingyang's head, tracing a line across his brow and leaving a twisted bloodstain on his handsome and gentle face.
The white light of the flashlight shone straight in, and the night-vision person was so terrified by what he saw that his pupils trembled wildly.
When this woman gets angry, she's absolutely fearless!
Light suddenly flooded the dimly lit hall, and the man and woman lying on the ground were clearly surprised.
However, a smile soon appeared on Sheng Qingyang's lips.
With a "plop" sound, the sharp sound of a spike piercing flesh and heart rang in Sheng Qingyang's ears. A soft, bloody tentacle, covered in blood and bits of flesh, burst out forcefully from the Night Vision Man's chest, spraying blood everywhere!
The night-vision man's eyes widened, and his body instantly lost all support. His head tilted to the side, and he lay motionless beneath Sheng Qingyang.
Zhao Gang struck, killing him instantly.
Zhao Xiaoxiu stood quietly beside her father, holding a flashlight. The blinding light shone on Sheng Qingyang in the hall.
Her tense body relaxed, and she slowly raised her head. Her face was covered in blood that had been unexpectedly splattered from the body of the person in the night vision device, making her look like a demon who had just crawled out of hell.
The bright light forced her to squint and raise her left hand to shield her eyes. As if she had seen the little guy holding the flashlight, a reassuring smile appeared on her lips.
Then he drew his knife, stood up, and gently but quickly wiped it clean with the corpse's clothes before sheathing it at his waist.
If Zhao Xiaoxiu hadn't witnessed her decisively killing the mind reader and then smiling as she offered to trade her life for the night-vision man's, she wouldn't have believed that this gentle older sister was actually a ruthless person.
Sheng Qingyang put away the knife, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his face, and hissed as the towel touched the wound on his head.
"Sister Sheng, are you alright?" Zhao Xiaoxiu quickly put the flashlight on the table and ran over to ask with concern.
Sheng Qingyang shook his head dismissively, "It's nothing, just a scratch."
As she spoke, she looked gratefully at Zhao Gang, who emerged from the darkness, "Thank you so much just now, otherwise I'm afraid I would have lost my life to these two men."
Zhao Gang glanced at her indifferently, "You're just unlucky to have moved into my house. Their target is me and Xiaoxiu."
Sheng Qingyang shook his head helplessly and said nothing more. He sat down on the sofa, took out the mycelium from his bag, tore open the packaging, and stuck it on the wound on his head to stop the bleeding.
Zhao Xiaoxiu felt pain just looking at the wound, but Sheng Qingyang didn't even frown. Seeing her looking at him with concern, he didn't forget to give her an apologetic smile, "Did I scare Xiaoxiu?"
Zhao Xiaoxiu quickly waved her hands, "No, no."
The three turned to look at the two corpses on the ground, but Sheng Qingyang did not offer any comment.
Zhao Gang searched the two men thoroughly. Apart from a silenced gun, two knives, and a few tools for picking locks, he found nothing that could identify them.
But none of this could stump Zhao Gang.
Just as Sheng Qingyang was treating the wound with mycelium, he had already created two thin, hair-like blood tentacles to read the memories of the two people.
These two people share a common identity: they both come from the outermost shantytown of the Hope Base.
They have now joined a Green Wilderness Alliance, organized by survivors from the former outlying shantytowns. Their main purpose is to plunder resources from other survivors. They have no morals or bottom line and act extremely recklessly.
The body would mutate in two hours. Zhao Gang took out his phone and called the patrol team, telling them to come and collect the body as soon as possible.
Before the patrol arrived, the father and daughter and Sheng Qingyang sat beside the corpse, staring at each other, each more composed than the last.
It's as if killing two illegal intruders is no big deal at all.
When Mo Shigui arrived with his men, he noticed the unusual quiet inside the house before they even got close. He thought something bad had happened on his way there, and his heart was in his throat. He quickly rushed into the house.
Then I saw three faces—two large and one small—calmly looking at me.
The scene, coupled with the two recently deceased corpses on the ground, was incredibly chilling.
Mo Shigui's finger, which was on the trigger, was almost about to press it down.
"Uncle Mo." Zhao Xiaoxiu stood up and called out, finally breaking the eerie atmosphere in the room.
Mo Shigui breathed a sigh of relief, waving for people to inspect the scene while he sheathed his gun and asked somewhat irritably:
Why aren't you all saying anything?
Zhao Xiaoxiu yawned widely, her eyes still sleepy, "So sleepy..."
Mo Shigui: "..."
"Is everything alright?"
Zhao Gang and Sheng Qingyang waved to each other, indicating that they were both fine.
"I didn't expect them to be so arrogant. They killed the second lord yesterday, and they're here again tonight!" The patrol soldiers felt they had been provoked.
The two patrolmen responsible for examining the body shook their heads at Mo Shigui, "No identification was found."
"Station Chief, the corpses will begin to mutate in an hour and a half. We need to dispose of them quickly," one of them asked Mo Shigui.
Mo Shigui nodded, and the two immediately tied up the body, put it into a professional body bag, and carried it to the patrol car to take it away.
Soon, only one inquisitor and Mo Shigui remained in Zhao Xiaoxiu's house.
After the three parties involved finished explaining the cause and effect, Mo Shigui was about to leave when a sharp whistle suddenly came from the western territory.
Mo Shigui's expression changed. "There's more trouble now!"
"Walk!"
As he signaled to his companions to start the car, he solemnly instructed Zhao Gang and the other two: "Don't leave your own territory!"
The patrol car sped away, heading towards the western territory.
The three people left inside—Zhao Gang, his daughter, and Sheng Qingyang—looked at each other, then couldn't help but peek westward.
"Shall we go take a look?" Zhao Xiaoxiu asked in a low voice.
Without saying a word, the two adults grabbed their weapons, closed the door, and headed west with flashlights.
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