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Chapter 309. The New Year is Approaching
When Jiang Jianxin heard about the cannibalism, he was in the reception room of the Rose Traffic Command Center.

The television screen showed uncensored footage filmed by intelligence agents from the Light faction.

Jiang Jianxin didn't understand why the Bright Faction would repost this kind of video. She thought it was perverted and disgusting, so she simply turned off the TV.

Besides her, the guide Cecily was also in the room.

She was holding a blue-eyed Persian cat in her arms, a new kitten she had adopted later.

Cecily still named it Blue Bubble.

But both she and Jiang Jianxin knew that the original cat with that name had died in the explosion.

The new blue bubble is very well-behaved; it always curls up in Cecily's arms, looking around with its big, bright blue eyes.

Meanwhile, this powerful light-elemental expert was holding a kitten, reviewing the morning's fight with the Lord of Drifting with Jiang Jianxin.

"...Anyway, that guy who plays with gravity has gotten even stronger recently."

Cecily said a lot, but Jiang Jian was distracted and only caught the last sentence.

During her assistance with Rose's offensive, she had also sparred with the Lord of the Wanderings and knew that he was indeed a formidable opponent. She responded in response:
"That's right, the Lord of the Wanderings is developing very quickly."

Jiang Jianxin paused, then asked:

"Speaking of which, Black Eye Pharmaceuticals' other wind-type fighter has rarely appeared on the front lines lately."

She was an outsider to the Rose Group, while Cecily was an insider with intelligence about the Rose Group and was more familiar with the situation.

Sure enough, upon hearing her say that, Cecily quickly replied:

"I heard it's because there's a problem with the wind from the Lord of the Sky. There have been a lot of unusual wind patterns lately, so it might be affected."

Cecily didn't understand meteorology, but she knew that the Lord of the Sky was greatly influenced by the sky. Atmospheric flow was something that other wars were indifferent to, but the Lord of the Sky cared about it.

After all, the wind changes every day, and he was born to control the wind.

After hearing her explanation, Jiang Jianxin didn't say anything else.

Actually, the reason she suddenly brought this up was simply because she remembered that a long time ago when she was still active in Haidu, Feng Shiman asked her to help look at the wind charts for prediction and even planned a certain wind direction flow.

He said he needed to think it over carefully, and then nothing happened for a long time.

Jiang Jianxin thought he was going to give up, but then she felt that he didn't seem like he was going to give up.

Judging from the few times they met on the battlefield, Feng Shiman's mental state was indeed getting worse and worse.

When I first met him in Cangjiang, he was still able to communicate, but now he seems to be becoming more and more silent, and his eyes have a kind of dazed and unfocused look.

After some intuitive analysis, I think it's quite normal, because Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals has been carrying out too many massacres recently, and half of those massacres were done by Feng Shiman.

This kind of thing is mentally torturous for anyone with even a shred of conscience.

Jiang Jianxin didn't ask any further questions. In fact, she couldn't guess how Feng Shiman planned it, and could only wish him success.

Jiang Jianxin didn't have high hopes for whether he could succeed.

After all, Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals has schemers and blind doctors, both of whom are not easy to deal with.

She picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of hot tea, then changed the subject:
"With the New Year just around the corner, it seems the fighting won't stop. I wonder which direction the world will take in the future."

The tea swayed gently in the cup, reflecting her slightly tired profile beneath her hood:
"I think this year's New Year will probably be the most difficult one yet."

Cecily nodded slightly upon hearing this, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her lips:
"I don't know if I'll be able to have a proper New Year. But I heard..."

She lowered her voice:
"The schemer at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals recently couldn't take it anymore. He suffered a sudden emergency a few days ago and is still in the intensive care unit."

"If that's the case, maybe things will really calm down a bit during the New Year."

There was a rare hint of expectation in her tone.

Jiang Jianxin raised an eyebrow slightly:
"Why did the person from Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals suddenly fall ill as well?"

Cecily shook her head:

"It wasn't a sudden illness. The schemer at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals has always been in poor health, I heard he has a very serious chronic illness. This time he was admitted to the emergency room due to fainting caused by complications of heart failure." "I see."

Jiang Jianxin took a sip of tea, his gaze calm and almost detached amidst the rising steam.

"If this could really lead to a ceasefire..."

She looked out the window at the faint firelight:

"It's truly a blessing from heaven; I'm hoping for a peaceful New Year."

The war between Rose Group and Black Eye Pharmaceuticals continues to expand, now reaching large areas of cities around Green Abyss and even gradually extending southward.

The reason it spread southwards instead of heading towards Zhenbei City was because she held her ground to the death.

The Dream Pavilion's hot-weapon attack was unprecedentedly fierce; even she found it difficult to deal with the power of high technology.

The former has now stopped supplying weapons to the Rose Group, and while the Rose Group's own R&D department is not weak in military matters, its weapons are ultimately less advanced.

The only thing that can bridge this technological gap is the torrent of supernatural power surging within the bodies of top-tier talents.

Before the echoes of the New Year's Eve bells had faded, the gunfire on the front lines had already illuminated the entire cold winter.

The sky within a hundred miles of the Green Abyss was stained a rusty color by the smoke of battle, plunging the surrounding towns into turmoil.

The routed army was like a sandcastle swept away by the tide, and the soldiers of the Furong Army were the first to become mincemeat under the millstone of war.

Chen Xinran led her remaining dozen or so subordinates away from the control of Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals and blended into the vast flood of refugees stretching for dozens of miles.

The once mighty rebel army disappeared into the swirling snow, like two insignificant specks of dust.

No one knows whether they will fade into obscurity or rise again someday.

Meanwhile, Ju Zi and Yuan Ziqi, who had been reinstated as veterans, remained at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals.

Jiang Jianxin felt that staying at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals was not something Ju Zi wanted, but the current situation was that she had started working for Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals.

As the New Year approached, everything became increasingly dire. Jiang Jianxin sighed deeply and was about to say something when he suddenly heard another deafening explosion from the distant horizon.

That was Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals' armored forces launching a new offensive, the orange-red flames turning the sky blood red.

"coming."

Cecily leaped from the sofa, and Jiang Jianxin gripped the black broom tightly; another round of fighting was about to begin.

On this land ravaged by war, no one knows how many layers of darkness the dawn of peace must pierce before it reaches us.

……

At this moment, in the intensive care unit of Kurohitō Pharmaceutical headquarters.

Xu Huan struggled to open her heavy eyelids, the smell of disinfectant mixed with the cold scent of metal instruments hitting her nostrils.

He looked around with blurred vision—his body was covered with pipes, like a puppet controlled by cables.

Outside the window, the sound of firecrackers on the eve of the Lunar New Year could be faintly heard; the festive atmosphere here was spreading earlier than outside.

On the window next to the hospital bed, someone had pasted several bright red paper-cut window decorations. The glaring red stood out starkly under the pale light, resembling dried bloodstains.

His gaze slowly moved upwards, landing on the wall directly opposite the hospital bed.

There hung a calendar there, and on the page of a certain month, a bright red circle stood out conspicuously, like a tightening noose, marking the countdown to his life.

"One year left."

His voice was hoarse, his eyelashes drooped, and his voice was so soft that it almost disappeared into the hum of the sterilizer.

"time is limited."

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled patterns of light in the shadows of the window lattice, as if fate were silently counting down.

We've changed the comments settings on Qidian (the platform) so there's no fan value limit anymore. The previous limit was to prevent trolls from spamming comments.

I had plenty of time today, so I added an extra chapter.