Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 191.022. Preparation

"Father."

After Suzuki Takashi left, Akashi Ron appeared in the side room, bowing respectfully.

"Luan, is something the matter?"

Akira Akahoshi tidied up the tea set, his face ashen.

"The schedule for tomorrow afternoon... is it really not going to change?" The adult in front of me, who bore a striking resemblance to Akira Akahoshi, was respectful yet somewhat worried.

"It doesn't matter."

"Then I implore Father to strengthen the guards. After all, the enemy is too mysterious; even Grandpa Cheng lost his life at their hands."

“峦”.

"exist."

"If I don't return from this trip, you will be the heir of the Red Star family. Those who achieve great things are fearless in the face of danger and unrestrained in the face of chaos. Do not be blinded by temporary risks, nor stop moving forward because of fear."

"Those who cower in fear are cowards; those who stride proudly are tigers."

"I will heed your teachings, Father."

Akashi Akira gave him a deep look and said, "I have witnessed Luan's growth. I have full confidence in my son. In less than twenty years, he will be a regional overlord again. I am very pleased with what my son has achieved. It is a way of honoring your mother who passed away at a young age."

"But, Luan, this world is always full of hardships and obstacles. Whether you are young and impetuous or ambitious, the more you try to cultivate yourself, the less you can hide your inner desires. The tiger in your chest is about to burst out of your body, and you need a cage to restrain it."

Chi Xingluan's eyebrows and eyes were lowered, making it impossible to see his expression.

His father, the man sitting high in the hall, looked somewhat tired and said, "I'm tired."

"No matter what, Father is a towering mountain that I can never reach."

Chi Xingluan took his leave, and his good family rules prevented him from doing anything unnecessary, including offering advice.

The man on the couch remained silent, his eyes closed as he rested, awaiting the impending storm.

He controlled nearly half of the organizations belonging to the Otherworlders in Zuojingdu, and his powerful troops eventually branched out and became important figures stationed in the Tiger Fortress. Akira Akahoshi's prestige and popularity were among the highest in Zuojingdu, and even as the deputy mayor, he was deeply loved by the people.

However, at this moment, the man declined most of his disciples and guests, and prepared to go to Ukyoto alone.

The entire 16th district is in turmoil.

Once generals and advisors all rush to this side, a breach will appear on the border, and external threats will combine with internal troubles, which will be the real crisis for the entire nation.

The enemies in District 16 have been hunters from other districts who have been eyeing them for years.

They come from different parts of the world and have formed the so-called Anti-White Walker Human Alliance. They have been trying to infiltrate District 16, one of the areas where the White Walker rule is most obvious, and it has been a slaughterhouse for the two races in their struggle countless times.

Of course, other regions have also had this kind of bloody history, like a meat grinder. The numbers in the history books are all buried with blood and sweat.

The weakness of the military forces in the capital city of Zuojing has been a long-standing problem, and recently a breach has been made in its defenses.

But this is no reason for Akira Akahoshi to be cowardly.

He himself was a military general, and the thing he trusted most was the Zhanma Handao (Horse-Slaying Cold Blade) in his hand.

Those White Walker leaders, dressed in respectable suits and exuding elegance, were all fierce warriors who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

If you have a tiger in your heart, it's as if you have divine assistance.

The man sat cross-legged, eyes closed, concentrating, awaiting his "day after tomorrow".

As darkness fell, the light in the room dissipated, casting a shadow over everything, leaving only the majestic outline faintly visible.

……

“Ms. Fujiwara, as you suggested, we will adjust the manpower deployment to the Yanagiba 3-machi and 4-machi sections, with the ratio of manpower above ground and underground being approximately 3:7.”

On the other end of the phone was a middle-aged man with a loud, booming voice that made Fujiwara's eardrums ache.

"Received. Thank you for your help."

"This is an opportunity to clear our name, and it's also our first time working with your team. You've provided valuable clues. Please leave the rest of the manpower allocation to us. Personnel is not a problem. If they dare to show up again, we'll make sure they don't leave alive."

Fujiwara Chizuru exchanged a few polite words before hanging up the phone.

"I have a feeling something big is going to happen tomorrow night," Fujiwara said, looking at the honest-looking Tanaka beside him.

"Section Chief, this level of combat is probably beyond our capabilities..."

Fujiwara Chizuru said with dissatisfaction, "Don't forget our goal. The special task force was established in response to 'Mirror.' He's been involved in the recent events in Sakae Kyoto. I have a feeling that he's also involved in this incident. What we need to do is not to deal with this incident, but with the unknown variables."

"Section Chief, isn't that even more dangerous?" Tanaka asked with a worried expression.

"Fortune favors the bold," Fujiwara said.

"What you're asking for isn't wealth or status..."

Fujiwara's face hardened: "Shut up!"

"This time, we have manpower available to deploy, two hundred well-trained soldiers, fully armed, and we may well be able to put up a fight against them."

……

In the hall.

Fu Xun and Jin Ziyue sat facing each other.

Between the two of them was a box with a strange pattern.

"Is this VX neurotoxin?" Fu Xun asked, his eyes wide.

VX neurotoxin, known as one of the world's most notorious poisons, volatilizes upon contact with oxygen and dissolves in water. Skin contact alone can cause poisoning, with symptoms lasting for hours or even days, leading to central nervous system dysfunction, respiratory arrest, and death. It has been used in wars in some parts of the world, but its development has been officially prohibited due to humanitarian concerns.

“A carrier,” Jin Ziyue said.

"I'm really curious how this thing got through security."

"Air-freighted."

"How did that plane cross the border?! It's better if you don't explain, the explanation only makes things more complicated!" Fu Xun said irritably.

"Multi-site transfer drones," Jin Ziyue said.

"Is it also something from the Breakfast Group?" Fu Xun remembered that Jin Ziyue had said that most of those strange and unusual black technologies came from the eccentric geniuses of the Breakfast Group, which made Fu Xun even more fascinated by this mysterious anti-human organization.

"With our current weapons alone, we cannot contend with a large number of White Walkers in the long run, so we have no choice but to use biological weapons," Jin Ziyue said.

"No need to explain, I have no psychological burden, and I believe you are an envoy of love and peace." Fu Xun stared with dead fish eyes.

"What's in the other box?" Fu Xun asked, pointing to the empty box.

Jin Ziyue glanced at it and said, "Those guys are very interested in modifying the destiny words. They asked me to bring some blood samples from the 'Shadow Legion' for them to play with."

Fu Xun's face fell, his eyebrows and eyes forming a straight line, his nostrils flared, and even his lips looked rough. He said expressionlessly, "Are those breakfast group members you're talking about really human? Are you sure they're not terrorists or something?"

To Fu Xun's utter astonishment, Jin Ziyue fell into deep thought and did not reply to the question for a long time.

"Let's just say... I'm still a person. You can think of it as a partnership between us; they're responsible for developing weapons, and I'm responsible for testing new products."

Fu Xun could tell that Jin Ziyue's answer was somewhat reluctant.

"Is this what they mean by birds of a feather flock together?" Fu Xun said with a grin. "Those who hang out with these guys are probably no better than bastards."

Jin Ziyue ignored his banter and instead turned around to complete a full set of protective measures, wrapping himself up from head to toe in three layers, using the highest standard of protection against nuclear radiation, before preparing to open the box.

The readings from surrounding sensors and detectors are displayed segment by segment on the computer, ensuring that any neurotoxin leaks will be immediately resealed and treated with toxin-mitigating agents.

(End of this chapter)