Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Chapter 80 The Advantage Lies With Me

If he were to follow Murphy's orders, his task would be merely to investigate and establish a foothold, assess the dangers, understand the situation in this world, and wait for Murphy to reopen the portal in seven days.

Intervening in the plot and changing its course is a matter that can be considered a big deal or a small deal.

If things go wrong and mess things up, not only will the ten of us be trapped in this wretched world, with no one to turn to for help.

But the problem is, what if we do nothing?

If we just squat here and watch Paul and his team find Carl step by step, blow up the train, and then go about their business.

But Wilson was unwilling to give up. Murphy valued them so much that he was practically his second parents.

Now, asking him to be an audience member is something Wilson cannot do.

Wilson's gaze pierced through the dim space and landed in the direction from which the voices came.

Although he couldn't see the people, he could imagine that the three of them looked very serious and were discussing how to kill that traitor Karl.

What if we make a move now and take them all down when they're off guard?

Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it anymore.

Who is Paul? A former exorcist priest, one of the sharpest knives in the hands of the Vatican.

Having been a vampire for decades, he knew the workings of the Vatican and the habits of vampires better than anyone else, and the priestess was the same. Any little bit of information gleaned from these three people's minds would be far more valuable than simply watching the whole show from the sidelines.

And now is the best time to take action.

The three people were gathered together discussing countermeasures, their attention focused entirely on how to deal with Karl and the train. They had no idea that another group of people were hiding deep within the vampire's lair.

With ten against three, and an exoskeleton against flesh and blood, the odds of victory are almost 100% if the opponent is mentally prepared but not mentally prepared.

Even if Paul is incredibly skilled and can beat ordinary people, can he really beat a wolf pack wearing A1-1 uniforms and capable of withstanding rifle bullets head-on?

As for how to get them to talk after we win them over, that's easy.

Wilson touched the medical kit at his waist, which contained medicines prepared for all sorts of complicated situations.

With this thought in mind, Wilson decisively waved his hand.

The team instantly packed away all their equipment, activated infrared night vision mode, and slowly made their way towards the direction from which Nancy had detected the sound source.

Meanwhile, Maggie, who had been tracking them all along, had recently met up with Paul and Hicks and informed them that the Vatican had labeled them traitors.

"Paul, Lucius, Chandler, and Gunther are probably on their way. What should we do next?"

When Maggie asked him a question, Paul remained expressionless, as if he wasn't the one being chased. However, Hicks, who was standing next to him, looked uneasy and gripped the specially modified gun tightly in her hand.

Looking at Paul in front of her, Maggie felt very conflicted.

She had had enough of the darkness and oppression of the Papacy and was determined to escape it.

However, she was not wanted by the Vatican, while Paul directly fought with the Vatican's guards in the Holy City and has now been listed as a traitor.

It's hard to say whether Paul, who regarded the Papacy as the embodiment of God throughout his life, could bear this.

Just as Maggie was about to speak again, Paul, who had been calm, suddenly raised his hand and swept the light into the depths of the passage.

"What's wrong?"

Maggie wanted to speak, but Paul raised his hand, signaling her to be quiet.

next second.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out without warning.

Maggie felt something grazed past her ear, followed by the cracking sound of shattered rocks behind her. Instinctively, she dove to the side, simultaneously drawing the cross-shaped hand cannon from her waist.

But before she could even aim, a second and third jet of fire shot out simultaneously from the corner of the passage.

Bullets rained down like a storm.

"Get cover!"

Paul grabbed Hicks by the collar and flung him behind a thick, black stone pillar.

He then rolled in the opposite direction, while simultaneously throwing out several darts.

Maggie, on the other hand, hid behind a protruding rock, peeking out with half her head out.

Then she saw ten figures.

No, it wasn't an ordinary figure.

Those people were wearing some kind of gray-black metal armor, and their movements were so fast they seemed inhuman. They were pressing in from the depths of the passage in a standard tactical formation.

The leader took a few steps to the edge of the open area and raised his right hand.

"Da da da————"

Another burst of gunfire.

Maggie was forced to cower behind the rocks, and shards of rock splashed all over her face.

"Who the hell is this person?!"

Hicks's voice came from behind another stone pillar, and it was filled with obvious pain.

Of the three present, Hicks was the weakest in combat.

When the gun suddenly went off, although Paul pulled him up, Hicks was still shot through the side of his abdomen.

Meanwhile, Paul, hiding behind a rock, was using the dim light in the cave to keep an eye on the gray-black figures out of the corner of his eye.

Who exactly are those armored figures? And why is their firepower so strong?

He's been an exorcist priest for over twenty years, so why has he never seen anything like this?

Could it be a secret force of the Vatican?

But he didn't have time to think it through, because the second wave of attacks had already arrived.

"Cheng Hongtu, take four men and suppress that woman on the left. Leave the rest to me."

Wilson's voice came through the channel as he and four others circled around from the right.

With the help of tactical helmets and auxiliary sights, they quickly locked onto their target.

The bullets, as if they had eyes, completely blocked all of Paul's movement routes.

Although the nests inside the cave, made of substances secreted by vampires, were sturdy, they could not withstand the continuous gunfire and showed signs of disintegration in a short time.

Just as the rock was about to be completely shattered, a dark shadow flashed by.

Paul somehow managed to break through the dense barrage of fire, and then raised his hand to throw several more darts at a gray iron figure that was approaching.

But the dart that hit his chest only made him stagger back a step before he regained his balance and continued to pounce on him.

Damn it.

Seeing that his dart attack was ineffective, Paul's pupils contracted sharply.

Despite using darts, in the hands of Paul, a seasoned exorcist, their power was no less than that of large-caliber bullets, yet they could not cause any damage.

Paul was shocked, but it was too late to launch a second attack, because someone else was rushing in from another direction.

This time it was close combat.

With the cover of his teammates' firepower, Wilson had already broken through to within five meters of Paul.

With the exoskeleton fully powered, it kicked Paul in the chest.

Paul dodged to the side, while simultaneously throwing a punch at Wilson's side.

But when his fist slammed into that layer of gray-black metal, the recoil made his arm go numb.

Wilson didn't hesitate at all, and slammed his elbow into Paul's shoulder.

The force of the blow was so great that even Paul stumbled a couple of steps.

[P.S., 20,000 words completed on the first day of publication]