Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 179 Savage Crash
"Bah!"

In this increasingly oppressive wilderness, where the air density seemed to be increasing, the first thing to break the deathly silence was a bullet coming from the northeast.

It was on a mountain road about three kilometers away. The man who came over was wearing a smart black trench coat and a black top hat. He was the first to spot the lone motorcycle headlights speeding towards him from the road ahead.

Without much effort, he determined that the person in the car was Han Su, who was in a hurry to bring the documents back to Qinggang City.

So he raised his gun.

At such a great distance, even a sniper with professional equipment might not be very accurate in the dark.

He simply held the gun in one hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The next moment, he suddenly pulled the trigger, and at the same time, he uttered a barely perceptible incantation.

This is his area of ​​expertise: he can imbue bullets with his mental energy to adjust their accuracy and achieve long-range kills.

If you're willing to expend more mental energy, you can increase the power of this bullet.

In an instant, the bullet burst from the barrel and flew straight toward the headlights of the car speeding in the distance. It was impossible to hit the headlights, but the bullet landed seven or eight meters in front of them, instantly tearing up a large patch of asphalt in front of Han Su.

The next moment, the investigator straightened up slightly, and with the permeation of his mental power, whispered:

"Mr. Butcher, I'm Investigator Black Star. I came here specifically to meet you on the way. Come with me to see Mr. Drunkard!"

"..."

Han Su chose to ignore it and simply tightened the accelerator.

He naturally heard the voice transmitted to him through mental shockwaves, but he only sneered inwardly:

"Black Star? He's quite polite, saying hello as soon as he arrives?"

"..."

Ignoring the person, bypassing the scars on the ground, they continued speeding forward, like a phantom in the night.

In the northeast corner, an assistant who was listening to the night hurriedly stood up: "Mr. Black Star, he hasn't stopped!"

"That means he's courting death!"

The Black Star investigator sneered, then suddenly stepped forward, kicked open the roadside guardrail, and made way for the armored vehicle. The group then got into the vehicle, looked at Han Su on the other side of the road, and shouted, "Just drive right past him, he's dead!"

"Going forward is like walking into a trap!"

"..."

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

In the darkness, bullets began to fly by, their accuracy not great, but enough to serve as a warning.

At this moment, Han Su resembled someone who was exhausted from running around. With his mental energy and the spatial awareness and reaction ability he had developed from being in the castle, he drove Miss Crow's motorcycle at high speed on the highway, occasionally twisting the motorcycle to dodge bullets.

The lights representing Qinggang City in the distance seemed to be rapidly approaching him.

However, the strange noises around them were increasing, making it increasingly difficult to move forward.

"laugh!"

He lifted the front of his car, leaping over a distance of three or four meters, and on the ground, there was a dazzling flash of lightning.

It was someone with the Mechanical Ghost sequence who made the move.

Han Su continued to run forward, but soon the wheels slipped, and he managed to stop the car by using the strength of his left hand.

From all directions, a strong smell of the sea wafted in.

Large patches of seaweed have grown on the straight asphalt road, resembling mold spots growing on the road itself.

This is the power of sea monsters.

Han Su looked toward the source of the pungent sea smell. In the pitch-black night, he could vaguely make out a strange-looking creature standing amidst the vast expanse of wild grass. The creature let out two eerie laughs, accompanied by a voice:
"Mr. Butcher, my code name is Reef, and I also want to invite you to see Mr. Drunkard!"

"..."

As his voice rang out, an even stronger smell of the sea wafted over from the west, towards the sea.

Then, one after another, slightly bulky figures stood up from the weeds.

Some of them were in groups of three, some in pairs, and some alone, lined up in a row, like ghosts that had grown out of the wilderness.

Han Su ignored them and remained silent, continuing to rush forward as if searching for a way out of a net.

However, those who were approaching had given up even the idea of ​​pressing forward. They simply followed slowly behind Han Su, and the number of people arriving from all directions was increasing.

Like hunters lurking in the night, they were keeping a close eye on Han Su.

Further ahead, dazzling lights began to converge like a tide. The sounds of engines blended together as armored vehicles sped in from three directions.

The convergence of traffic from three directions created an even larger flow of vehicles, which piled up at the intersection.

Immediately afterwards, all the car lights went into overdrive, creating a blinding flash of light that shone down the straight road toward Han Su.

Behind the headlights, figures emerged from the vehicle, and gunshots rang out intermittently.

Three figures slowly moved forward, blocking the road and facing Han Su directly.

The one in the middle, the Aries investigator, had a grim face and said coldly, "Rookie investigator, you shouldn't have acted so impulsively!" "Come back with us to see Mr. Drunkard!"

"..."

Beside him, on his left and right, people stepped forward and spoke in hushed tones.

The woman on the left, dressed in an office suit, said coldly, "My codename is Whiskey, Mr. Butcher. Hand over the files!"

On the right was a tall, slender figure who slightly lowered the brim of his hat and spoke:

"Code name Cigar. I was the one who sent you the invitation to the cocktail party. I never thought you would end up not becoming one of us."

"..."

At the same moment, an armored vehicle sped out from the weeds on the left, a Black Star investigator who had cut in from another road and caught up with them.

Further away, seven or eight motorcycles sped through the weeds, their bodies swaying sideways and splashing up countless blades of grass.

Someone lifted their helmet, revealing a cold gaze, but did not announce their name; instead, they silently drew their gun.

The final rumble came from behind. Investigator Fei Di and his four officers finally caught up, as if filling the final piece of this enormous net. The eerie headlights pierced straight through the night, shining on Han Su.

In that instant, Han Su felt as if the sky had brightened, with car lights coming from all directions.

No matter where you look, there's a glaring and dizzying discomfort.

How many people did the drunkard send?
Han Su did a quick calculation and found that there were six investigators whose names had been reported.

Not to mention those who, although investigators, lacked seniority and dared not speak in front of these senior colleagues.

In addition, their most trusted assistants and seasoned executors...

Ha ha……

He took out his phone and looked at it; there was no signal at all.

Now, under the glare of countless car lights, he saw his movements, and the Aries investigator directly in front of him said in a deep voice:

"There is no signal here, Mr. Butcher. Whether you want to send information or a message, it's impossible."

"We're all colleagues, stop thinking about these useless things and hand over the documents!"

"or……"

He paused, then said in a low voice, "It's fine to let this document be destroyed along with you!"

"It's good that there's no signal."

Han Su put away his phone, looked up and stared directly at the car headlights. His mental power was activated, and his pupils seemed to have a strange magic. He forced himself to face the blinding headlights and saw the faces of Aries, Whiskey, and Cigar in front of the car.

Then he slowly began to speak: "I am an unlucky person, so I was born to encounter this kidnapping case. For the past ten years, I have only wanted to find a way to survive. I have no intention of making enemies or competing with anyone."

"But I have things I want to do, and anyone who stands in my way is considered to have voluntarily joined this war."

"But before the first person dies tonight, I still want to say something to you..."

"..."

"..."

Han Su's voice wasn't loud; rather than announcing something to others, it was more like he was talking to himself.

Those gathered in the middle all frowned.

Some of the more impulsive ones were itching to shoot him right now, and they really didn't understand why he was wasting his breath with so many people surrounding him.

But those with more experience consider more factors.

Now that the other party can't cause any trouble, the better option is to force him to hand over the information and then take the person back to Mr. Drunkard.

Or, to put it another way, let him commit suicide.

In short, the fewer traces left on him by others, the easier it will be to write the report afterwards.

But they were now facing a celebrity investigator who had recently become incredibly famous. No one knew if this person might turn on them and kill a few of them if he became desperate. They dared not be careless and kept a close eye on his every move.

But they didn't notice that the fog around them was getting thicker and thicker.

A massive fog began to rise from all directions, enveloping the headlights in a thick layer of moisture and gradually obscuring Han Su's figure beneath the intertwined lights, leaving only a blurry silhouette.

Deep within the fog, the seemingly real yet illusory roar of an engine could be heard.

I wonder who it was that was still stepping on the gas at such a somber moment?
"not good!"

The Aries investigator was the first to sense something was wrong, and he darted forward: "He's summoning mist, trying to use it to escape..."

We have more people on our side now, so we're not afraid of Han Su turning the tables.

But I'm also really worried, what if this junior investigator has some hidden tricks up his sleeve and manages to escape from this encirclement?
With a shout, he was about to summon a gale to disperse the fog, but before he could even utter the incantation, he suddenly felt the violent wind blowing directly onto his face.

He looked up abruptly and saw a nightmarish scene: the fog in front of him was being dispersed to both sides, and a tall, menacing car suddenly emerged from the fog and was about to crush him.

Han Su crouched atop the hood of the car, looking down at everyone with a cold gaze and a voice imbued with a spiritual energy that made everyone who heard it:
"...You forced your way into this battlefield!"

(End of this chapter)