Exploding God

"Any discoveries?"

"Captain, look here!"

Inside the smoke-filled network center, a group of people stood in the back door passage, with two men in leather jackets lying at the far end of their line of sight.

"They're dead." Mushe bent down to examine the two corpses, then looked up and said.

"cause of death?"

Upon hearing Wang Chuxiong's calm question, Mu She grabbed the two men by the neck, flipped them over gently, and his pupils narrowed instantly.

Niu Lie, who had remained indifferent until now, suddenly appeared beside Mu She, his eyes coldly fixed on the back of their necks.

"The fourth cervical vertebra was forcibly pushed out, resulting in an instant death."

"Power penetrates to the very bones and muscles, and can be controlled with complete freedom."

Mushe said with his arms crossed, "At the time of the incident, this person wanted to leave through the back door, and the two men in leather tried to stop him, but obviously failed completely."

In just a few sentences, Mu She and Niu Lie recreated the scene that had happened there.

Wang Chuxiong squatted down and gently brushed his knuckles across the back of the two men's necks. After a full five seconds, he clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "The man in the leather jacket already possessed the strength of a 2-star warrior. The fact that both of them died so quickly shows that the person who attacked was not only a genetic warrior, but also a high-level genetic warrior who was skilled in martial arts."

"A shattered throat with skin that looks unharmed—I, Wang Chuxiong, admit I can't do that."

"Things seem more interesting than we thought. If the inventor of [Melting Point] also possesses the power of a high-level genetic warrior, then we'll probably have to upgrade our intelligence on this person by one level..."

Wang Chuxiong's soliloquy was suddenly interrupted by a female voice.

"Captain, there are two people."

Zhu Li stood in the porch, pushing open the back door with one hand and tapping on the mirror frame with the other.

The projection formed a three-dimensional image in mid-air, with thin red lines gradually outlining it. Soon, two different pairs of imprints appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"The first pair of imprints are human footprints, size 40. The ground is hardened, making it difficult to determine the height. The stride spacing is disordered, which indicates that this person does not possess the strength of a high-level genetic martial artist."

"The other pair of imprints... are inferred to be human footprints, with consistent spacing. Their outlines were shattered by the power of the microscopic level, suggesting they belonged to a genetic warrior. Their strength level is unknown, but they are tentatively classified as a 5-star warrior, with a very high probability of being higher than that."

Zhu Li calmly explained her speculation, and everyone nodded slightly, quite agreeing with her analysis.

"That makes sense; someone escaped through the back door with the creator of the Melting Point virus."

"But if that's the case, the significance of this mysterious genetic warrior appearing here becomes extremely complicated..." Wang Chuxiong frowned, his voice heavy.

"It should not be a coincidence, but rather a deliberate act to protect the creator of the melting point."

"The creator may not be a single person, but a team!"

Mu She spoke in a cold voice, and He Zi put down her lollipop, lost in thought.

"Let's keep going and see if there are any other clues."

"yes!"

Following Wang Chuxiong's orders, the members of Special Operations Team Seven in Shangnan City continued their search.

Soon, the storage shed appeared before everyone.

When the iron gate was opened, Padme, who had died leaning against the wall, came into everyone's view like a sculpture.

Everyone paused.

Because they all saw the pistol Padmé was holding, the muzzle pointing outwards, but there was a deep red bullet hole between his eyebrows.

Behind his head were cracked walls stained red with blood.

"It's obvious he shot himself." Niu Lie said coldly, but in his heart he was secretly cheering for himself. His previous lack of intelligence had made up for it at this moment. Why are so many people who consider themselves smart not as fast as you, Brother Niu?

Haha, because I not only have muscles, but also brains.

"Heh..." He Zi gave a cold laugh without any expression.

Then Niu Lie realized that everyone was looking at him like he was an idiot.

Niu Lie glared back fearlessly at them.

Jealous, you're all just jealous of my intelligence, which is as powerful as my muscles.

Hezi rolled her eyes cutely and continued eating her lollipop. "My goodness, I can't even try to remind this silly cow with my eyes anymore."

"You little dwarf, if you provoke me again, I'll beat your butt to a pulp for your parents!" Niu Lie's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Silly cow, big idiot, so silly, nyah nyah nyah~~" Hezi made a face and stuck out her tongue at Niu Lie without caring at all.

"Boss, this little dwarf provoked us first!" Niu Lie roared, turning his head, his eyes turning red.

"Enough!" Wang Chuxiong laughed in anger, pointing at Niu Lie and shouting, "Stand aside!"

"What's wrong with me? Why me?!" Niu Lie stared with wide eyes, his face full of innocence.

"Ahem..." Zhu Li, who had the most caring older sister vibe, couldn't help but cough. She looked at Niu Lie and said calmly, "His gun was pointing outwards. According to the normal outcome of suicide by gunshot, a person will subconsciously throw their hand aside after death."

"So?" Niu Lie tried to pretend he understood, but the tremor in his throat betrayed his nervousness.

"So, do you think someone who has committed suicide would still have the strength to point a gun outwards?"

"What if he's not willing to accept it? People can create miracles when they're not willing to accept it... like me... I'm sure I'd rather commit suicide than accept it..." Niu Lie tried to argue dryly, but this time he quickly lost in the contemptuous gazes of the crowd.

"The bullet velocity of a typical handgun bullet is over 300 m/s. Taking the Colt in his hand as an example, the bullet can penetrate a 6 mm thick homogeneous steel plate within 100 meters. If it is aimed at the forehead, the bullet has already entered the head from the moment it is fired. After entering the head, due to the special design of the bullet, the center of gravity immediately shifts, causing it to tumble rapidly and push the brain tissue forward, stretching the brain nerve tissue continuously until it exceeds the strength limit, ultimately leading to tissue tearing."

"A bullet travels faster through the brain than tissue tears, so theoretically, a bullet can kill a large number of neurons in a person within milliseconds or even microseconds. As a result, the brain neurons don't have time to transmit pain signals—their final farewell cry—before the person has completely left this world. Whether they like it or not, the outcome is the same." Zhu Li's voice was completely calm, and her eyes showed no contempt, after all, she was used to it.

"Alright, I admit defeat this time. I knew no one was agreeing with me." Niu Lie raised his hands, turned his head away, and muttered to himself.

"Hmph, who would agree with a stupid ox like you?" Hezi turned her head away in disgust.

"Wait a minute." Wang Chuxiong suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the people around him looked over at the sound.

Give me that bullet.

After taking the bullet wrapped in a retrieval bag from the bamboo fence, Wang Chuxiong bent down and picked up the spent cartridge case hidden at Padmé's feet, then placed it side by side with the curious gazes of the crowd.

"...It's the same bullet."

As soon as Wang Chuxiong uttered those words, the surroundings fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.

"Check if there are any other people's fingerprints on that pistol. If not... then the least likely thing is the closest to the truth."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Li pressed a button on his glasses, the light swept across the pistol, his gaze sharpened, and he looked up, saying, "No."

"Ha, he fired forward and killed himself. Were the security cameras in the area also compromised?"

The bamboo fence nodded.

Wang Chuxiong shrugged self-deprecatingly, glanced at the powder on the ground, and walked out. "Let's go, maybe this person has a surprise for us."

"Hahaha, you little dwarf, are you still laughing at your old man? How about my ironclad judgment? Was it spot on?"

"Say something, you little dwarf, hahahaha." Niu Lie walked out of the storeroom with his hands on his hips, looking smug and refreshed.

Another 30 seconds passed...

When everyone arrived at the fork in the road where Lu Ze had once fought fiercely, they all froze at the same time.

"[Rainbow Stream]!" Mu She blurted out.

"The first generation of fighter mechs?"

"That person was also piloting a construct mech? Impossible! Before this group of moles attacked, there had never been a construct mech in this area."

A minute later, when the members of the Seventh Special Operations Team opened the mask of the Rainbow Stream mech and discovered the true cause of Dominic's death, a sense of absurdity surged in everyone's hearts at the same time, followed by a chill that went straight to the top of their heads!

"How...how is this possible?"

Wang Chuxiong, who had remained calm throughout, finally changed color.

……

……

The morning sun was warm and gentle.

But in the classroom of Class 3 of Senior Three, everyone seemed to be in the cold wind, shivering.

Yuan Hui's face was contorted with rage; his failed operation in front of everyone had placed him on a stage of shame.

[It must be this damn system! How could I, Yuan Hui, not have the necessary permissions?]

Throughout the entire lesson, Yuan Hui was completely out of sorts, and towards the end he simply let the students review on their own.

"This kind of good-for-nothing should be expelled from school."

"If I can't do it, then I'll have the head of student affairs apply. If that doesn't work either, I'll go to the principal. Today, I'll see who can protect him."

Yuan Hui kept talking to himself like a mental patient.

Suddenly, he stood up abruptly, looked up, and swept his cold gaze across the audience, saying in a flat tone, "Is it funny?"

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