Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Lin Bai left about an hour later.

"call out--!"

A sharp, piercing sound tore through the night.

Two figures shrouded in wide black robes fell from the sky like meteorites, crashing hard in front of the prison van.

The gust of air rolled and dispersed the heavy stench of blood in the surroundings.

The black-robed man on the left had his hood pulled low, and as he landed, he patted his robes with a hint of disdain.

"Ugh, this damn wasteland smell is really pungent."

The young man, Alan, kicked away a spent cartridge at his feet. His gaze, peering through the gap in the hood, swept coldly over the figure huddled in the cage, his tone full of impatience:

"Number Seven, can't you just behave yourself? To save you, Mr. Gu had to risk leaving the city. Do you know how much trouble it would cause if his whereabouts were exposed?"

Ah Qi trembled all over in the cage, lowering his head even further, like a child who had done something wrong, even his breathing was cautious.

"Alright, Alan."

A desolate and deep voice interrupted the young man's complaints.

Mr. Gu stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

Those eyes, deep in the shadows, were quietly scrutinizing this chaotic scene.

His gaze swept over Cade's shattered mechanical arm, then lingered on the precise cuts on the throats of the others, including Raven.

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Save lives first."

Mr. Gu sighed softly and took a step forward.

"Buzz—"

Without any incantation, a dark blue six-pointed star magic circle instantly lit up beneath his feet.

The complex runes flowed, and the surrounding temperature plummeted to freezing.

He stretched out a withered palm and gently placed it on the alloy railing, which was about the thickness of a thumb.

"Click...click..."

The hard alloy steel was like a brittle cake that had encountered liquid nitrogen, instantly covered in frost.

Mr. Gu flicked his finger.

"bite."

It is as crisp as shattered jade.

The specially made cage, powerful enough to trap the Tyrannosaurus Rex, instantly turned into countless crystalline ice shards, shattering into pieces on the ground.

"Come down." Mr. Gu gently lifted his finger, and a soft breeze lifted Ah Qi from the air and placed him steadily on the ground.

"Mr. Gu... Mr. Gu..."

Ah Qi's eyes instantly reddened; it was as if the child who had suffered so much had finally seen his parents.

He wanted to kneel down, but the breeze held him up, and he couldn't bend his knees.

Mr. Gu gently ruffled Ah Qi's messy silver hair through his hood, his eyes filled with pity.

"Child, you've suffered so much. Tell me, what... happened here?"

Ah Qi sobbed for a moment, trying to calm herself down.

He began to speak.

From how Lin Bai planned his scheme, how he suddenly launched a murder in a desperate situation, and how he used "Number Seven's" orders to kill someone else...

Although Ah Qi's expression was somewhat hesitant, the two people present were both intelligent and quickly reconstructed the thrilling scene in their minds.

After hearing all this, Alan frowned, his tone full of doubt:

"You mean, that person was just an ordinary doctor? He spent the whole time using a scalpel and... talking?"

"You think you can take down a seasoned scavenging gang with such a cheap trick?" Alan sneered. "Number Seven, are you out of your mind, making up a story?"

"No...it's not a story! It's true!" Ah Qi said anxiously, his face turning red and his neck thick.

"Alan, shut up."

Mr. Gu examined the body again.

After a long while, he patted the dust off his hands, and a very faint smile appeared on his lips.

"This young man is remarkable."

Mr. Gu looked out at the desolate wilderness, as if he could still see that figure bowing gracefully to them.

"Not only can they learn how to provoke Ah Qi through unknown means and use that as an aid, but they can also complete such a meticulous plan in a short period of time, utilizing every bit of power, every word, and every person's psychological weakness..."

"This is not a battle," Mr. Gu said, giving it extremely high praise. "It's a performance."

A magnificent performance set in the wilderness, with thugs as props and blood as the backdrop...

Alan was somewhat unconvinced: "Sir, you're giving him too much credit. His methods are so ruthless; could he be someone from inside the Spiral Tower?"

"impossible."

Mr. Gu shook his head, his tone resolute:

"I've seen the wound. It was precise and ruthless, but neither the force nor the speed exceeded the limits of ordinary humans."

"In other words, in terms of physical fitness alone, he's not even as good as you."

"And those lunatics at the Spiral Tower, even the unofficial members, will transform themselves into something neither human nor ghost. There... are no ordinary people there."

Alan was stunned upon hearing this.

A mortal body, yet he orchestrated a scheme to wipe out the entire battlefield?

How is that possible?

Mr. Gu sighed, a hint of regret in his voice: "This just goes to show how terrifying this person is. He kills entirely based on his intellect. If someone with that kind of mind could walk the right path..."

At this point, Mr. Gu suddenly changed the subject, his brows furrowing slightly.

"However... although this person is meticulous, his 'extraordinary experience' is pitifully scarce."

"Experience?" Alan was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Mr. Gu pointed to the corpses scattered on the ground and shook his head helplessly: "If it were a seasoned superhuman, they would never leave such a 'clean' scene."

"Clean?" Ah Qi stared blankly at the bloodstains on the ground.

Where is it clean?

"By 'clean,' I mean information," Mr. Gu patiently explained. "He thinks that just turning off the lights when a person dies is enough? How naive."

"There are sequence pathways in this world that are good at 'spiritual communication' and can make the dead talk; there are sequences that are good at tracking and can reconstruct the scene; given enough samples, those divination madmen in the tower can even pinpoint his location remotely."

"This performance was truly spectacular."

Looking at the traces left by Lin Bai, Mr. Gu felt as if a master painter had finished a masterpiece but forgot to cover the canvas with a blackout cloth.

"Unfortunately, the cleanup was done terribly. If we hadn't come, the pursuers from the tower would have been able to drag him out with his portrait within three days."

After saying that, Mr. Gu said no more.

He slowly raised his hands, his wide sleeves billowing, and the surrounding air trembled violently.

"The wind rises."

A low shout.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap from nowhere!

Centered on the prison van, a blue storm instantly swept up within a radius of 100 meters.

Countless wind blades spun wildly, emitting a teeth-grinding cutting sound.

Corpses, remains, bloodstains, footprints, even the lingering spiritual energy in the air... all were forcibly reduced to nothing in the face of this terrifying storm.

Ah Qi shrank behind Mr. Gu in fear, while Ah Lan erected a barrier, her eyes filled with fanaticism and awe.

This is the gentleman.

Changing the landscape is just a matter of a single thought.

A dozen seconds later, the storm abruptly stopped.

The battlefield, which was once littered with corpses, has now been transformed into a strangely flat wasteland.

All traces were completely erased, and even the soil was turned over.

With this level of physical formatting, even if the experts at the tower came, unless they used special backtracking methods, they would only be able to question their existence when faced with this new land.

Mr. Gu withdrew his hand, slightly out of breath.

Clearly, this scale of "cleaning up" is also a drain on him.

If Lin Bai were here right now, he would be absolutely stunned, then shamelessly offer Mr. Gu a cigarette and sincerely exclaim, "Professional, buddy!"

He had considered everything, but he hadn't anticipated this aspect.

After all, in that eerie city, if you die, you just reload the save and reset; there's no need to destroy any evidence.

As for extraordinary abilities...

Since he transmigrated to this point, he has never seen any other superhumans besides himself.

Where can I get any experience?

This can also be considered as Lin Bai's "understanding of the version" being outdated.

"Sir, why did you help him clean up the mess?"

Alan removed the barrier, his face filled with confusion and indignation:

"He did it, so wouldn't it be better to shift the blame and let him fight with the high tower dogs? This kind of lowlife is no big deal if he dies."

Mr. Gu turned around and stared coldly at Alan until the young man lowered his head, feeling a little uneasy.

"As a person, you should know how to repay kindness."

Mr. Gu's voice was soft, yet heavy as a thousand pounds: "Whatever his purpose was, he saved Ah Qi, that is an indisputable fact."

"We owe him a favor. This time, we've helped him repay that debt."

Seeing that Alan was about to argue, Mr. Gu waved his hand to stop her, then turned to look at Aqi, his eyes softening again: "Aqi, where's that potion? Is it still with you?"

Ah Qi froze.

The image of Lin Bai taking the potion flashed through my mind, as did the elegant curtain call under the moon, and the words, "I hope that next time we meet, you will no longer be a bird in a cage."

"Medicine... medicine..."

Ah Qi lowered her head, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, not daring to look Mr. Gu in the eye, and stammered:

"When...when I was in the ruins of Cloud City...I...I lost it."

The air was still for a few seconds.

Just as Alan was about to get angry and call him a good-for-nothing, Mr. Gu suddenly smiled.

That smile carried a hint of all-knowing wisdom.

He gave Ah Qi a deep look, as if he could see the young man's shadow through this clumsy lie.

"Lost it..." Mr. Gu repeated meaningfully, then patted Ah Qi's shoulder kindly, "Lost it is lost, it's just an external thing."

"As long as they're still alive, that's all that matters."

"Let's go...home. We can't stay here any longer."

......

After Mr. Gu and his group left, the wilderness returned to its deathly silence.

Much later.

Several heavy armored vehicles bearing black spiral logos roared and charged here, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Sizzle—"

A screeching sound of brakes rang out.

The bald captain and his fully armed "gravedigger" squad jumped out of the car and charged toward their target with murderous intent.

However, when they saw what was in front of them, everyone was dumbfounded.

There were no bodies, no remains, not even a tire track.

There was only a flat wasteland, as if it had been polished by a precision instrument.

The bald captain squatted down, picked up a bit of soil with his fingers, and smelled it.

There was no smell of blood.

Only a residual, extremely terrifying spiritual pressure remained.

That's the feeling of suffocation when facing a howling hurricane and an extremely cold glacier.

The bald captain's face turned deathly pale instantly, and cold sweat poured down his bald head.

"Frost...storm...this level of elemental control..."

His voice was trembling, and his teeth were chattering.

"This...this isn't just a regular double-cross!"

"This is clearly a super-strong individual clearing out the area!"

The bald man suddenly stood up and roared at his men, "Quick! Retreat! Everyone retreat!"

"This is beyond our control! That idiot Cade actually messed with someone of this caliber!"

"Report this to the tower immediately! This water... is too deep!!"

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