A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 188 The Encirclement and Slaughter of the Odd Numbers

Around 7 p.m., Violet State's nightlife is just beginning.

Compared to the daytime, there are more young people on the streets at this time.

They mostly walk confidently through the streets and alleys with highly individualistic outfits, and smoky makeup is very common. Many people deliberately imitate the outfits of some currently popular game and movie characters.

Every night, the whole city seems to be at a large-scale, open-air masquerade ball.

Although Faki and his companions traveled by car, they disguised themselves as a pirate captain, an African wizard, and a Japanese ronin to blend into the street scene.

Guan Luoyang put on a black iris mask that could cover the upper half of his face. There was no need to change his clothes, as there were many similar styles to the divine robes on the street.

Their first target was a stadium that was rented out to teenage idols for song and dance performances at night.

It's worth noting that the idol group that frequently performs here is the daughter of the governor of Violet State, who formed the group with her classmates. They have a large number of bodyguards, both overt and covert, stationed around the stadium.

"The previous governor was a rising force that was very hostile to the old aristocracy, while this governor is relatively neutral. So, unless necessary, we and those who employ us do not want to cause any more trouble."

Faki explained in a low voice, leading Guan Luoyang past the ticket checkpoint.

Europeans mature earlier, so some of these young female idols, who are in their prime, have already developed mature figures. Their hot dance moves at the beginning of the show immediately drew cheers from the young people in the audience.

Many people were prepared and raised their cameras, clearly intending to record the entire process.

"Does this kind of situation affect your intuition?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as I see it, I can make a judgment."

Guan Luoyang focused his attention on the bodyguards. When the audience got excited, the bodyguards who maintained their professionalism were easy to spot. Moreover, Fachi, who had already done his research, was there to help point out the targets.

After observing all the bodyguards for a while, Guan Luoyang finally noticed that they had sung several songs on stage. With his ability to perceive the world silently, he did not find any unusual features similar to the clones of the Duan Tou Master.

Since that was the case, they left the stadium early and headed to the second suspected location.

The car stopped at the fork in the road. Fatch rolled down the window and said, "If you go left, the governor's house is not far after you cross the bridge. If you go right, the Violet District Police Station is there."

Guan Luoyang looked around and said, "You all say this governor is a neutral party, but why do you seem so suspicious of him?"

"Because we are neutral, we have more room to maneuver, and these locations were selected after our investigation, and have nothing to do with my personal preferences."

Fage explained, "And the next few targets have little to do with the governor. If the first three go smoothly, we can relax a little."

"Let's go then."

Guan Luoyang pointed to the right, "Let's go check out the situation over there first."

Violet State naturally has more than one security bureau, but the New District Security Bureau has the most manpower and the highest average level of security officers.

The police station that Harry and his friends went to before was nominally a subordinate of the New District Police Station.

At night, only a small number of people remain on duty here.

As Fachi pulled the car over to the side of the road, several motorcycles sped past on either side of their vehicle.

As one of the riders overtook the car, he yelled and banged on the hood with a baseball bat.

Sitting in the back, Jubei flicked his left thumb, sending out a one-inch blade, which Faki blocked with a wave of his hand.

The blade slashed at the back of his hand, and a dull metallic clang echoed from inside the car.

"Hehehe, it's not worth arguing with someone like that."

Fachi chuckled dryly twice, then put his hands back on the steering wheel. The black sheen on the spot where he had been struck by the blade slowly faded, leaving him completely unharmed.

Guan Luoyang stared at the group's retreating figures and said, "Follow them and see what's going on. Something seems off about those people."

Without hesitation, Fachi stepped on the gas and accelerated to catch up.

The bikers in front, realizing that they were actually being chased, couldn't help but laugh and whistle. They suddenly lifted the front wheel off the ground and turned around to make more provocative moves.

"act recklessly."

Jubei's face was half-hidden in shadow, his lips twitching as if in a sinister grin. "So, clones look like this too?"

Take the Master of Severance as an example. Those clones created and accelerated in the experimental base are difficult to distinguish from ordinary people in terms of appearance and behavior.

They also seem to have their own personalities, various preferences, and even many of the bad habits that the Violet people take for granted.

They can race cars, take drugs, engage in shootouts, rob, and spy... They can even express emotions like fear and weakness.

These emotions are all real and genuine. Even they themselves might not be able to detect anything unusual. Even Guan Luoyang could only perceive the pale shadow hidden deep within when he listened carefully.

"But they really are clones."

Guan Luoyang touched the mask on his face, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "They deliberately provoked us when we were approaching that police station..."

Faki laughed and said in Chinese, "Should this be called trying to cover up the truth, or is it like 'protesting too much'?"

He suddenly jerked the steering wheel, and the car swerved sharply on the open street, the tires screeching against the concrete and leaving black marks.

They turned the car around and sped back towards the New District Public Security Bureau.

Guan Luoyang looked at the rearview mirror, and sure enough, the mirror showed the motorcycle gang desperately turning around and chasing after him.

Just as they were approaching the main gate of the New District Public Security Bureau, an exceptionally loud engine roar reached their ears.

The main gate of the police station was smashed open, and a motorcycle that sped out was like a giant blue battle axe, smashing Fachi's car in half.

Among the wreckage of the car, Guan Luoyang's figure was the first to disappear.

The motorcycle that crashed into the car had wheels that were not the familiar steel and rubber combination, but were made entirely of metal. The front wheels were larger than the rear wheels, and they looked like two thick, serrated discs.

The driver's limbs are exceptionally long and thin, with the thighs and calves being the same thickness.

The black, fully sealed helmet makes one wonder if it might suffocate the person inside, and compared to the head wearing the helmet, the neck connecting the head and torso appears far too slender.

But he seemed to sense something, a muffled screech came from inside the helmet, and he suddenly swung his head back with his thin neck.

With his trench coat billowing, Guan Luoyang stood at the back of the car and punched the big, round, black head in front of him.

His punch focused on penetration, piercing force, and shockwave, aiming to strike directly at the head inside the helmet.

However, at the moment the punch landed, he clearly felt his force being shared by the driver and the entire motorcycle.

The driver's head was flung forward by the punch, and his body, along with the entire motorcycle, spun in the air like a giant windmill.

Guan Luoyang jumped into the air and landed on the fourth-floor windowsill of a nearby apartment building.

The spinning sawtooth motorcycle plummeted to the ground, blue flames shooting out of its exhaust pipe, and suddenly accelerated half a circle to ensure that the "wheels" landed first.

"Hehehehe!"

He was driving, his head bobbing wildly. The motorcycle circled in that small area, getting faster and faster, until it became a whirlwind mixed with blue flames.

On the street, Jubei single-handedly stopped the biker gang.

Faki and Tiebo rushed into the police station to check the situation.

As soon as the two of them went inside, a series of explosions rang out.

The explosion did not affect a large area, but it was a directional blast that destroyed several important load-bearing walls. As a result, the eight-story office building collapsed, floor by floor, due to its own weight.

A huge cloud of smoke billowed out, and whether it was intentional or not, the entire wall facing the street remained largely intact as it pressed down on the wall.

The eight-story-high wall collapsed, extending beyond the width of the street.

What does an eight-story-high wall mean? If three hundred people lay down side by side, the area they would occupy might not even be as large as that wall.

Their weight is absolutely incomparable to that of such a wall.

With such weight and size, ordinary people probably can't even imagine in their entire lives what it would look like to have such a colossal object photographing them.

The shadows shrouded the street, making the streetlights on both sides of the road look like chopsticks in contrast.

All biker gangs, including Guan Luoyang standing on the windowsill of the apartment building across the street, are within the scope of the crackdown.

A fierce wind swept through the dust, and Guan Luoyang stared at it all, as if he could feel the lawless arrogance of the people behind the scenes from this collapsed office building.

He had been exposed to gunpowder weapons before, but either because the times were relatively backward and firearms had not yet developed to this extent, or because he was in a bustling urban area, he had some reservations and would not easily resort to such large-scale destructive means.

This time, the other side dared to launch a bombing raid on the New District Security Bureau, which plays a pivotal role in the entire Violet State, just to cover up a base that might exist there.

"I'm truly sorry, it seems I made a mistake before; I shouldn't have treated you like you were gutter rats!"

Guan Luoyang reached forward and pressed down, the green energy that reduced gravity, mixed with the divine power of the Eight Winds Vibration, and simultaneously acted on that wall.

boom!!!

A surge of blue air rushed up like a tide, momentarily slowing the eight-story-high wall. Then, it trembled violently, breaking into more than a dozen pieces, which crashed one after another onto the street.

The office building was reduced to ruins, and behind the thick smoke and dust, another building was revealed.

The new district's security bureau has an internal canteen. On the inner side of the corridor, on the large glass windows that reach the ceiling, there are only a few red words indicating that chicken wraps, chicken burgers, hot dogs, and pizzas are sold.

The letters cut out from plastic stickers had curled up at the edges, and as the building collapsed, the wind pressure and shock transmitted through it caused dense cracks to appear on the large panes of glass.

Once the glass shattered, the figure inside, hunched over the dining table, wolfing down his food, was completely revealed.

The alloy plates, which should have been held with both hands, each contained food for at least ten people, but the fat man, whose waist was almost as big as his height and who was wearing a chef's uniform, simply picked them up with one hand and poured them down his throat.

"That bastard! I was just being polite and told him he could ask me for help if he needed anything, but he actually asked for my help and then gave me this cheap stuff to eat... How awful, how awful, how awful!!"

He gulped down food, uttering muffled, deep murmurs. He swallowed so much food that his chef's uniform burst open, revealing layers of fat piled up on his upper body.

Boom!

Just as Guan Luoyang smashed the high wall, the fat chef turned his head and, his eyes squinting through the cracks in the wall, saw Guan Luoyang's figure.

In two large, plump hands, each held a stack of plates. His arms blurred for a moment, then suddenly swung out with a wide arc, the plates flying through the smoke and haze.

What appeared to be a brute-force attack actually seized the opportunity when the power of the azure energy was about to weaken after shattering the wall.

The high-speed flying alloy plate easily pierced through the thinning blue aura and arrived in front of Guan Luoyang.

Guan Luoyang stretched his arms forward and clapped his hands together, sending shockwaves rippling out from between his palms.

The alloy plate was affected and stopped in mid-air. The thin metal material, under the violent shock, only lasted for less than a second before shattering into countless fragments the size of fingernails, which were reflected back.

But the shirtless, fat chef, seemingly oblivious to the dangerous rain of debris, grabbed a cleaver and flew across the ruins like a flying elephant, crashing into them.

Metal shards struck his skin, but left not even a scratch.

Guan Luoyang moved swiftly, taking the initiative to meet the attack.

The two figures in mid-air collided, creating visible air waves, and landed on the street filled with dilapidated walls.

The fat chef slid back a distance, leaving a fist-shaped mark on his cleaver that looked almost like it had been punched through.

"What a hard fist! No wonder we had to come together." The fat chef looked at the cleaver, then stuffed it into his mouth and bit off the blade.

His teeth were actually much stronger and sharper than the cleaver forged from the latest special alloy from the United States of Boston.

"Buling disorder, motorcycle addict, and magician."

A melodious piano tune drifted from an unknown source, and a man in a suit with a pure white mask covering his face, holding a rose, landed on the ruins.

"In accordance with the will of the violet, tonight we will hold a funeral for those unwelcome in this city."

"Pretending!"

Guan Luoyang removed the half of the useless iris mask, revealing his complete smiling face.

"But at least it's not a clone anymore."

(End of this chapter)