A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

P.S.: Staying up late to read is harmful. As I get older, it took me half a day to recover in bed. The miserable life of a low-energy person.

Chapter 112 The Warehouse Incident

Two flowers bloom, let's each tell our story.

Surtr, Froststar, and Patriot, standing on the bridge, witnessed Zhao Zizhan unharmed. Their tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and their worries receded like the tide, replaced by undisguised joy.

"Hmph, you're quite the runner." Even when Surtr was praising someone, it sounded awkward. It didn't sound like a compliment, but rather like a scolding. He completely forgot the anger that almost broke his reason when he saw Zhao Zizhan in danger.

"That's right. As Surtr's teammates, how can we not have some special skills?"

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhao Zizhan said to Patriot and Froststar, "Father, Froststar, it's really kind of you to make this trip while I'm still receiving treatment."

Froststar shook her head: "Assisting you in eliminating the threat is a combat clause in the contract. You have already fulfilled your contractual obligations by providing us with medical support, so we naturally cannot go back on our word."

“Business is business, and personal relationships are personal relationships,” Zhao Zizhan waved his hand. “I sincerely want to build a comrade-in-arms relationship with everyone in the Reunion Movement. Today’s situation is special, so let’s leave it at that for now. I will escort you back to the Terra Defense Line.”

After escorting the meritorious officials back to Terra, Zhao Zizhan went home immediately.

However, he did not stay at home obediently. The main reason was that he received a communication from the Shield Guard, reporting that the warehouse had been infiltrated by unidentified armed forces and that an expulsion operation had been carried out.

Upon hearing the words "repelled," Zhao Zizhan knew that the newcomer was no ordinary person. To escape from these two, he must possess many unique skills.

Without wasting any time, they hurried to the warehouse.

Upon entering the warehouse, all that could be seen was a scene of utter chaos. Tables were shattered into pieces, cabinets were smashed to pieces, and the walls were riddled with bullet holes the size of grapes. The cement layer around the bullet holes was cracked radially, and the concrete pillars supporting the warehouse structure were covered with cuts and splits of varying depths. Metal fragments embedded in the deep grooves indicated the intensity of the battle that had just taken place.

Zhao Zizhan's first reaction was to look at the two shield guards: "Are they alright?"

The two shield guards shook their heads, their clothes slightly dirty.

Zhao Zizhan felt relieved. It seemed the thief had only invaded the storage area and not the research and development area. Otherwise, if his drone parts and equipment had been destroyed, he would have been in real trouble.

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"What's the specific situation?"

He walked to the concrete pillar and ran his fingers over the cut marks on it.

The two shield guards exchanged a glance, a hint of frustration on their faces. It was indeed a loss of face to let their target escape on their very first defensive mission.

The tall shield guard spoke first, his tone carrying the rigor of a tactical recap: "During the initial contact, an unidentified female target used unknown Originium Arts to perform optical cloaking infiltration, breaking through the outer perimeter security. We detected the abnormal signal by sensing unusual vibrations from the air and quickly implemented a tactical encirclement, blocking her at the ventilation duct interface."

"The target's physical fitness was relatively low, only slightly above that of an average adult woman, but she was extremely good at concealment. We used our environmental awareness to pinpoint her approximate location and maintained close-range suppression. We expected to capture her within two minutes. Unexpectedly, the target suddenly received support. A reinforcement carrying a standard-issue firearm joined the battle. Judging from the intensity of the firepower, he was very likely a Lateran armed man."

"However, it's not a big problem. These firearms can't affect us much. But the other side then used smoke grenades and stun grenades to interfere, and used special Originium Arts to provide tactical cover. Their retreat was extremely professional, and their tactical coordination was very high. They had obviously received systematic special operations training. Considering the possibility of subsequent ambushes or demolition devices, in order to ensure the safety of the core area of ​​the warehouse, we gave up the pursuit and let them complete their withdrawal."

Strange Originium concealment techniques? Lateran armed with firearms?

Zhao Zizhan roughly knew who they were: "It's alright, you did a very good job. This kind of concealment spell is indeed very annoying. It's good that no one was injured, and the warehouse wasn't damaged either. The order was to protect the warehouse, and you did a great job."

Upon hearing this, the two shield guards straightened their backs slightly, and the unease on their faces lessened. "Understood."

"Go and rest for a bit. You've just been fighting. Have some water, relax, and get your gear sorted out. I'll order you a set of lighter gear that's more suitable for this place later. I'll fix up your current gear for you. Okay, at ease!"

"Yes!"

The two responded instinctively, but then suddenly realized, "Huh? How come the other person also knows military terminology?"

Logically, the two shouldn't be resting after just being attacked, but soldiers are duty-bound to obey orders. Once an order is given, they shouldn't have too many personal thoughts; they should just carry it out.

Zhao Zizhan naturally knew who had done it. He looked towards the Regent Hotel from afar and smiled slightly.

"Let's see how things unfold!"

……

"what……!!"

Inside the presidential suite of the Regent Hotel, Mai Shude lay on the bed, crying out in pain. With a cracking sound, her dislocated shoulder was forcibly put back in place.

Yiling Yier and the umbrella age

"Can't you be a little gentler, you heartless girl?!"

Zero withdrew her hand from her shoulder; the cuff of her black combat uniform was stained with specks of blood, from the accidental contact during the emergency treatment. She expressionlessly wiped her fingertips with a disinfectant cotton swab, her voice calm and utterly flat: "Too light and it won't fit."

With just seven simple words, the reasoning was so compelling that Mai Shude was speechless. She could only turn her face away in frustration and roll her eyes at the ceiling.

"What the hell is going on? The boss didn't say there would be two Hulks in the warehouse! What the hell are they? I'm pretty sure their Word of Power isn't the Bronze Throne; they didn't even chant!"

Mai looked at Sun Xi with a sorrowful gaze.

After a brief exchange, the two shield guards had transformed from Captain America into the Hulk in her eyes.

"I'm checking too," Su Enxi said, wiping the water from her hair as she frowned at the screen in front of her.

Only they themselves know how lucky they were to be able to evacuate, and just how dangerous the situation was.

They could easily crush cold weapons into pieces, their offensive spells were completely ineffective, and even a 12.7mm sniper bullet hitting their head would ricochet. They even turned their heads to look at him. It would be a miracle if these two were even human!

If those two hadn't just wanted to guard the warehouse, all three of them would have perished inside.

A bronze throne? It's not even close to bronze!! A bronze throne's defensive capabilities are definitely not that high!

"Does the boss know who that person is?"

"He knew and told us directly. The appearance of those two people was also unexpected by the boss, and his progress doesn't seem to be very good either..."

"Ugh... I'm so unlucky..."

"If all else fails, you might as well try seducing someone."

"Go to hell!"

Usuki 0 also II glimpse and beg for

PS: I'm really sorry everyone, I've been feeling groggy and not in good shape today. I woke up late, ate, and finished writing this late. Don't worry, if I don't take leave, I will definitely have at least 4000 words a day, I won't skip it.

(Major typo, my head was spinning and I added an extra zero!! Ah!!)

Chapter 113 Lu Mingfei's Escape.

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Zhao Zizhan left the warehouse and reappeared carrying a burly corpse, standing in the desolate wilderness of Ursus.

The "Odin" corpse he was carrying in his right hand was at least 2.3 meters long. Its massive body plowed shallow furrows in the ground as it was dragged, and ice shards fell with each step.

He had long wanted to try it out, to see what special feeling he would have if he drank the blood of a powerful person. He originally intended to ask Talulah for some, but before he could get it, Odin came knocking on his door.

Now that Odin is dead, I can finally test it out without worry.

He slammed the corpse heavily to the ground. The frozen earth cracked from the impact, and the deep, bone-revealing wound on Odin's chest was still covered with dark purple scabs. The lingering dragon's might made the surrounding air feel icy cold.

Logically speaking, Odin, as the first dragon king, should be different from ordinary people, right? Moreover, Zhao Zizhan had no qualms about drinking the blood of such a monster who was causing trouble in the human world.

Holding Odin's corpse in his hand, Zhao Zizhan did not hesitate. He activated his blood magic, and Odin's corpse slowly shriveled up.

An incredibly pure energy began to enter Zhao Zizhan's body. The high concentration of dragon blood gradually strengthened his bloodline and physique. The source stone began to work, suppressing the restless dragon blood.

His bones crackled softly, every muscle was being forcibly stretched and reshaped, and the dormant factors in his bloodline exploded like a powder keg being ignited. Zhao Zizhan couldn't help but narrow his eyes, eager to experience this transformative power.

Suddenly, Zhao Zizhan's spirits jolted. Something was wrong!

I once sucked a blood sample from someone I didn't know, which was handed to me by Warfarin, and I still vividly remember the feeling of human blood.

But now, the same feeling comes from the blood in Odin's veins.

This isn't some first-generation Dragon King, this is a human being!

……

The computer screen switched rapidly. Three waves of Zerglings were harassing the opponent's base, and with multiple areas under control, Lu Mingfei still had time to use Mutalisks to precisely lure out the opponent's tanks hidden among the crowd.

"DD"

Under the relentless onslaught, the opponent quickly typed "GG".

Lu Mingfei slumped over and left the game, looking rather bored.

This is my 40th win today, and I've already changed my account three times.

Record: 40 wins and 0 losses.

犮燱四９０三燮九涼

Countless spirited StarCraft veterans were subjected to his attempts to humiliate their partners, and countless Korean players were left bewildered on the field, only to send friend requests with resentment, hoping for another round.

However, if they saw that Lu Mingfei was using an old IBM laptop with a red dot controller, they would just silently clasp their hands in farewell and secretly curse him as a pervert.

Playing StarCraft with a red dot is something only a lunatic would do, but this boy did it anyway.

Because if he had just used the mouse, those guys wouldn't have survived more than eight minutes.

That would defeat the purpose of killing time.

"call……"

Lu Mingfei unscrewed a bottle of Nutritional Express and gulped down a large mouthful, staring at the densely packed victory images on the screen.

Each game lasted an average of eight to fifteen minutes, and he played for almost the entire day.

Even on typhoon days, when everyone is at home with nothing to do, Lu Mingfei rarely has such moments of engrossed concentration.

He seemed to be escaping something, wanting to break free from something, to return to the loser he used to be, to return to his once peaceful daily life.

When I opened QQ, Chen Wenwen's profile picture was still gray and didn't move. Their last chat was when Chen Wenwen said she was going to take a shower.

The next message I sent was the one I sent the following day: Are you there?

"Lu Mingfei!!! Why are you still playing games!!!"

Aunt's voice rang out like thunder. These days, because Lu Mingfei had latched onto Zhao Zizhan, he was going home less and less. He would basically just come home for dinner and then find an excuse to go out and stay in the activity room.

This led to increasingly obvious conflicts between him and his aunt's family, and his aunt became more and more displeased with him.

Bang! The door to the room was flung open by his aunt, and the door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, startling Lu Mingfei so much that he shrank back.

"All you do is play games! Don't you know how to eat?! A case of bagged milk, half a pound of chives (pick out the freshest ones), and a pound of sausages! Look carefully, that gossipy old woman at the supermarket is just trying to fool you. And get the latest issue of 'Novel Illustration' that Mingze wants right now!!"

Lu Mingfei's head was buzzing from his aunt's barrage of vicious questions. After responding with "uh-huh" sounds, he dashed out of the room.

Before leaving, he subconsciously turned back to look at his aunt's figure.

Aunt

[Status: Menopausal, angry, bitter]

[Health Points: 5]

[Conversation/Kill/Invasion]

[Task posted: Procurement]

[Task Difficulty: Easy]

[Task Reward: 100 yuan]

[System notification: Brother, do you like the game I made for you?]

Lu Mingfei shook his head, swiping the blue panel in front of him away, and ran out of the house as if fleeing.

"ah……!!!!"

After groaning, Lu Mingfei irritably started to ruffle his hair into a mess, with dandruff flying down in a flurry.

Of course he knew what it was.

These are the game interfaces of several visual novels he used to play frequently.

Ever since that nightmarish typhoon night, he has truly been haunted by a "little devil."

A strange panel, strange tasks, and that incredibly bizarre introductory text.

God knows how shocked he was when he saw the "violationable" warning on his aunt's body.

And that inexplicable task system—even though he didn't deliberately do any tasks these past few days, several hundred yuan appeared in his bank card, which was previously empty.

He dared not spend a single penny.

It wasn't because he was afraid of being poor; it was because he was afraid that the money was ill-gotten and that the police would come knocking on his door one day.

Lu Mingfei felt completely confused. He had suddenly acquired an incredibly strange system, which was hardly a good thing for him.