Regarding the matter of awakening lightning abilities after transformation

Holding the stemmed glass between her fingers, Su Wanxi took a sip of Sangiovese. This red wine from the Tuscany region of Italy had a sweet and mellow taste, with its bright ruby ​​red liquid enveloping the aroma. Without careful tasting, it would be difficult to detect the rich fragrance hidden deep within, waiting to bloom.

"Although it's French cuisine, it pairs well with Italian wines as well," Su Wanshan said with a slight smile.

"Hmm~" Su Wanxi raised her wine glass and clinked it with Su Wanshan's in mid-air.

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As the meal was nearing its end, the man put on his suit jacket, placed his hands on his chest, and looked intently at the other person.

Talking on the phone can't compare to meeting in person, and Su Wanshan did indeed have many questions she wanted to ask...

"Xiao Xi...have you heard about the prophecy about 2091?"

“If you’re talking about that European… I’ve heard of him…” Su Wanxi lifted a corner of her napkin and gently wiped the grease from the corner of her lips.

"A pillar of fire pierces the universe, thick smoke engulfs the mountaintop... Stars fall from the sky, time ceases to exist, the scorched earth shakes and sinks into the surging sea..." Similar to Ragnarok in Norse mythology, a certain awakened being with prophetic abilities foretold that humanity's end would come in 2091 before his death.

"Black fog blocks the sunlight, and thick clouds scorch the earth... Monsters representing hatred and death intertwine with shadows, the earth's veins cave in and collapse, and floods will sweep across the western coast of Europe, cross the Ural Mountains, and swallow the Bosphorus Strait... At that time, the world will turn to ashes, and giant serpents from the deep sea will burst out of the water."

Fold the napkin neatly, and lean back in her chair, her fair legs, encased in sheer stockings, crossed over each other.

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this?" This prophecy once caused a great uproar in the Awakened community. The person who made the prophecy possessed a "Beacon of Fate" with an A-level strength, and the events he predicted almost never came true.

“We’ve secured the support of someone with prophetic abilities… her maximum prophetic range is two years…” Su Wanshan’s eyes gradually sharpened.

"Most recently, she told her father that she couldn't predict the future..."

"Unpredictable?" With a slight frown, Su Wanxi gently tapped her thigh with her fingers.

“‘My mind went blank, as if I was being pierced by a sharp weapon,’ she told her father after trying many times. As time went on, she did not experience the above reaction.”

Su Wanshan is just an ordinary person and it's hard for him to understand such supernatural phenomena. Perhaps his younger sister, who is also an awakened being, can give him some inspiration.

"To be honest... I don't believe in the so-called end of the world..." Su Wanxi took the hangover tea handed to her by the waiter, took a sip, and sat up straight.

"That European prophet did make many valid predictions, but as for this 'end-of-the-world prophecy'..."

"Do you know his specific situation?" Holding the porcelain cup in both hands, her slender, white fingers supporting the cup, Su Wanshan glanced at her sister and shook her head.

Su Wanxi explained gently, "This ability user has been exposed for sexually assaulting women...and the number of people involved is extremely large..."

The Hermit Bureau's internal records contain a great deal of information on this matter, but Su Wanxi only mentioned a portion of it. The specific details are far more complex and difficult to discern than they appear on the surface.

"Before being executed by lethal injection, he made a huge fuss among the staff around him and made his famous 'apocalyptic prophecy'..."

"And then what? He survived?"

"Then the officer injected him with potassium chloride and bafloxacin, and with a sufficient dose of thiopental sodium to paralyze his consciousness, and he passed away peacefully."

This way of dying is too easy for him... Su Wanxi put down her teacup, her black Martin boots accidentally bumping against the table leg with a soft sound.

He might just be trying to increase his chances of exonerating himself, or he might simply be trying to sow discord...

"So... I don't believe the ramblings of a dying man..." This was Su Wanxi's final judgment.

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Seeing that the minute hand of the clock on the wall had just passed six, Gu Cheng pursed her lips slightly.

Su Wanxi has a very strong sense of time and is never late... or is it...?

"Mr. Qi, is Miss Su not coming to training today?" She saw a man standing on the shooting platform from afar, and when she walked over, it was indeed Qi Bei.

Qi Bei saw that it was Gu Cheng and slowly took off his earplugs; "Captain Su has taken leave and will use the afternoon for self-training."

She took leave... I didn't hear her mention it... During the video call at noon, Su Wanxi only sent a smiley face and didn't chat with her for more than usual.

"Thank you, I understand." Feeling inexplicably disappointed, the girl lowered her thick eyelashes and went to the shooting range next door with her Type 95 assault rifle.

"Gu Chengyan, how long are you planning to practice today?" Gu Cheng asked softly, aiming at the peephole as he rested the butt of his rifle against his shoulder.

Gu Chengyan's best score yesterday was 62 rings out of 10 shots, barely passing. Gu Cheng's score after taking over the body was 81 rings out of 10 shots, which was in the good range.

"...It depends." He needed to score at least 70 rings... The shooting training these past two days had been truly embarrassing, so Gu Chengyan just gave a stubborn reply.

"Hmm~" After spending so much time together, Gu Cheng had a general idea of ​​the other person's personality. Although he was usually very sarcastic, he was never careless in training.

Having lost control of his body once again, Gu Chengyan placed the pad of his index finger close to the trigger and slowly pulled it.

Chapter 119, Section 121: Should We Go Home?

If there are truly people in the world who are bad at shooting guns, Gu Chengyan is probably one of them. Although she inherited Gu Cheng's shooting experience, she actually showed a completely different side of herself.

The bullets hit a total of 59 points, even worse than yesterday...

Gu Cheng was truly at a loss, and while trying not to hurt the other person's pride, she softly suggested, "How about... you just call me if you need to shoot..."

"...Don't bother me." Gu Chengyan's voice was slightly low. She switched the Type 95 to rapid-fire mode and pulled the trigger again with the pad of her right finger.

The result of doing so was even more outrageous: three shots hit the 12-ring mark, and there were even some misses.

"Miss Gu?" Qi Bei had stopped training at some point and was sitting behind Gu Cheng, observing her closely.

"Um...what is it?" Gu Chengyan suddenly pulled away, and Gu Cheng felt her legs go weak. She quickly braced herself against the shooting platform to steady herself.

"Can I borrow the gun to try it out?" Qi Bei asked, a Glock slung at his waist, his gaze sweeping over the black Type 95 pistol.

He had not yet submitted his assessment application to Su Wanxi, so naturally he could not obtain the advanced training gun from the logistics department.

"can."

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After leaving the restaurant, Su Wanxi suggested taking her brother to visit the nearby Lanjiang Ancient Town, to which he readily agreed.

The early autumn weather was far from the sweltering heat of midsummer. The Su siblings walked side by side down the street. The man was handsome and robust with striking features, while the woman was slender and had snow-white skin. This beautiful sight attracted many tourists to turn their heads to look at them. Fortunately, the two came from distinguished backgrounds and had long since become oblivious to these gazes.

Walking through the narrow, old alley, Su Wanxi tilted her head slightly: "How far have things progressed between you and Sister Yuling lately?"

The girl's real name is Song Yuling, and she is Su Wanshan's personal secretary. She also accompanied Su Wanshan to Lanjiang this time.

"Ahem... What do you mean, 'at what stage'... We haven't thought that far ahead." Su Wanshan coughed awkwardly, her eyelids drooping slightly.

"Didn't think that much about it? I clearly brought him home during the New Year..." Su Wanxi chuckled lightly.

She didn't spend much time at home to begin with, and this year, Su Wanshan quietly brought home a sister-in-law, which really surprised her.

"We'll probably have to postpone the wedding. I've been on the rise these past few years... Yu Ling has also said she's willing to wait..." When talking about her lover, Su Wanshan rarely showed a hint of shyness.

"You got your marriage certificate?"

"Next spring... if you leave a little later, perhaps you could be a witness." The words had barely left her lips when her Martin boots slammed into a broken cobblestone, producing a dull thud. Su Wanxi rested her wrists on her waist, her long, slender legs swaying slightly with each step. She glanced at the man beside her, about to establish himself and start a family, and a faint smile played on her lips.

"What's wrong?" Su Wanshan asked her.

"Nothing... I just feel like time is flying by..." In the blink of an eye, I'm already twenty-three. They say life is long, but how many twenty-three-year periods do we have?

A beautiful figure suddenly appeared before Su Wanxi's eyes. The girl was wearing a gray apron, with coarse cloth gloves covering her slender hands, and her light brown pupils always seemed to shine slightly.

"When are you coming home?" The older brother patted his younger sister's shoulder, his tone gentle.

"Chinese New Year," Su Wanxi replied.

Su Wanshan stared at the girl for a long while before slowly speaking, "Once Yuling marries into the family, you should also go back to live in Beidu..."

Beidu is more than just a city; it was Su Wanxi's home before she turned eighteen, and it is also the homeland that the siblings always cherish.

An unnamed little flower grew in the crack of the green steps. Su Wanxi squatted down and gently touched the petals with her fingertips.

"How have you been lately, Yuan Jun?" Her long trench coat was covered in dust, but she still didn't answer Su Wanshan's question.

"...He and his friends started a listed company, and now they're doing quite well."

“Friends? Those spoiled brats?” Su Wanxi stood up, and the dust on the corner of her clothes automatically fell off.

“No…some college classmates, and some technicians my father knows…” Su Wanshan knew what the other party was worried about, so she simply gave more specific details.

Su Wanxi nodded: "That's good."

Su Wanshan frowned slightly: "Why did you suddenly think of asking him?"

"Your tone makes it sound like I'm some kind of wicked older sister..." Passing by an old house, Su Wanxi smiled as she stepped onto the stairs.

The autumn wind rustled, the antique mahogany window eaves creaked softly, and a gentle murmur accompanied the fluttering of long, dark hair.

"Although he wasn't very nice to me, no matter what... I'm still his sister."

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"Thank you." Qi Bei politely returned the gun to Gu Cheng, while simultaneously drawing a gray Glock pistol from his waist.

The girl took the gun and nodded in praise: "You're welcome, Mr. Qi's marksmanship is very accurate."

She scored 65 out of 10 on her first try, and I estimate that with a few more practice sessions, she can surpass her.

"Miss Gu's marksmanship is also quite good." Qi Bei was not referring to rifle shooting, but revolver shooting.

The girl once accurately shattered a rolling glass bead within a range of fifty meters. Even though they were enemies at the time, he couldn't deny the amazing skill behind that shot.

"It was just a coincidence~" Gu Cheng smiled modestly, then waved to Qi Bei.

"I'm going back now, goodbye." Actually, the girl had been preparing to leave for a while, but the other party kept using a gun, so she didn't have a chance to exchange the Type 95 with the logistics department.

Qi Bei nodded: "Well... see you next time, Miss Gu."

After pressing the elevator button, Gu Cheng pulled the straps of her travel bag outwards, finally making her shoulders feel more comfortable.

"Are you asleep... Gu Chengyan?"

"No." A familiar voice echoed in his mind, Gu Chengyan's tone sounding somewhat impatient.

"Are you... feeling discouraged?" Why ask when you already know... Hearing Gu Cheng's words, the person became even more frustrated.

Seeing that Gu Chengyan remained silent again, Gu Cheng also stopped talking and quietly waited for the elevator doors to open.

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"Aren't you thirsty?" Gu Chengyan muttered to himself as he walked out of the office building.

"Thirsty? I think I am a little..." Gu Cheng hadn't felt anything before, but after being reminded by the other person, she felt her throat become dry and hoarse.

Fortunately, there was a milk tea shop nearby. When Gu Cheng was tired from training, she would go out and buy a cup of chilled lemonade. If Su Wanxi was there, she would also ask for extra sugar for her.

"A glass of chilled lemonade, less sugar." The air conditioning was on in the shop, and Gu Cheng planned to sit down and finish her drink before leaving.