I write obituaries for the gods

Mr. Z nodded coldly:

"She went back to see her family. You know she has a strong personality; we couldn't stop her..."

"Then her family can't be kept alive."

Triton stood up, gently rubbed his wrists, and casually put on the dark blue coat on the hanger.

“I will work with K to find the American troops lurking in Rain City. After all, they have already seen the Nexus, and we cannot let them live.”

"As for Black Widow's family, send our chief demigod to Rainscar County and kill her parents."

“Understood, I will do as instructed.” Mr. Z bowed once more.

After Triton left, Mr. Z picked up his phone and made a call:

"Hey? Rambo, take your reconnaissance company to Rainstain County..."

"The target's information has been sent to you. Remember, do it as discreetly as possible."

.......

In the ecological park, Triton slowly walked into the pool and closed his eyes amidst the birdsong and fragrant flowers.

He dipped his hands into the water, his senses expanding with the flow of the water.

The demigod's senses extended throughout the entire Rain City, monitoring every drop of water: on the streets, in the river, in vending machines, in blood vessels...

He searched for water from other places, examining each source, discarding the incorrect ones and keeping the correct ones...

Then he saw a small basement.

American troops are hiding here.

"We've got you."

Triton reached out and squeezed hard—

"Clap!"

Dozens of kilometers away, he felt the humanoid figure explode, turning into a pool of bright red on the wall.

Then there's the second one...

"Clap!"

The third one...

"Clap!"

The few humanoid figures behind them seemed to finally realize what was happening; they somehow concealed their forms and disappeared.

Triton opened his eyes and looked down at the pool beneath him.

The pool was now completely stained crimson.

"The Foundation's Public Opinion Execution Team, receive the coordinates and proceed with the cleanup work."

Triton pressed the earpiece and slowly stepped out of the pool, shaking the blood off his hands.

“At least three targets are still at large,” he said with a sickly smile. “Get the reconnaissance team ready for the hunt tonight.”

.......

Chapter 43 Rain-Scarred County (Second and Third Updates)

As soon as Lin Chen entered the Rapid Response Division office, he heard Jiang Zhengge shouting:

"Keep an eye on them! What are you afraid of! Don't be afraid, push forward!"

"Keep a close eye on things, I'll be there in a minute!"

He put down the phone, turned around and saw Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi walking in, and immediately forced a smile on his face.

“I heard your investigation is going very well,” Jiang Zhengge said. “That’s good.”

"What happened?" Lin Chen asked.

“Our informants have obtained intelligence, and the Foundation’s public opinion execution team has been mobilized, with Triton acting alongside them,” Jiang Zhengge sighed. “Judging from the snippets of information intercepted from the communication frequency bands, we can tell that Triton is hunting down American troops.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen was immediately stunned.

Huh? Hunting down American troops?

Does this mean that American troops have indeed infiltrated Yudu?

“The American troops never dreamed that they were so well hidden, and then suddenly they were found by Triton,” Jiang Zhengge shrugged helplessly. “They also never imagined that all of this was because you casually threw the blame on them.”

"I was just sitting in my hiding place when trouble came knocking from the sky..." Li Zhanyi sighed. "Life is so unpredictable..."

“I heard you’re going to Yuhen County next, so I’m afraid I won’t be going with you,” Jiang Zhengge said. “I have to follow Triton and see how many American demigods he can take down. That will be very helpful for our next operation.”

"It's alright, Zhanyi and I are enough."

Lin Chen patted his chest with a relaxed expression.

"It's impossible that a demigod might happen to be going to Rainscar County with us, and that we have the same goal, right?"

......

"Om——"

The military jeeps roared onto the road, the shouts of the soldiers echoing along the way.

"Alright, you bastards!" In the passenger seat, Rambo turned around and looked at the truckload of soldiers. "The objective this time is fucking simple: kill three civilians, retreat, and make sure the news doesn't leak out."

"What kind of civilians have such great abilities that they need our reconnaissance company to be dispatched?" the fat gunman muttered. "We're... Gamma-level!"

"I'm the only one at the Gamma level, you guys are just a bunch of freebies!" Rambo cursed. "Don't fucking think you're so great!"

"Come on, boss, let us pretend a little! We have our vanity too!" Skinny Monkey yelled. "We can't all be your comrades, your subordinates, your friends, your lovers, and your plane at the same time..."

"Shut up! If it weren't for you bunch of perverts going to party and causing trouble, we wouldn't have been relegated to this kind of trashy cleanup mission!"

"But you didn't care about us, boss! We were thinking we could have some fun!" Sniper Hawkeye smiled. "We heard you got knocked out by that American!"

"That fucking Chun Chun is just lucky. Next time I run into him, I'll see how I kill him!"

Rambo glared angrily at his carload of companions, his features contorted in a grimace, like a crumpled, rotten towel.

Every time they saw their leader like this, the rest of the reconnaissance company couldn't help but laugh.

But they couldn't laugh too much, because all of them together weren't enough to handle Rambo alone.

Rambo glared ahead, his lips twitching uncontrollably.

He didn't want to do this kind of work either; frankly, it's the kind of work dogs do.

Having finally outlasted so many demigods, he, who had been controlling the Rain Town guerrillas in Rainhen County, finally had the opportunity to take the stage. He was supposed to meet with Mr. Iron Face that day, say a few nice words, and ask for some sponsorship.

Lambo also planned to buy a Maybach S680 as soon as he got the money, drive it to the coolest nightclub in Mingzhu Beach District, and party all night.

As a result, Thomas Lin actually caused trouble at his event.

The Maybach was gone, and Mr. Iron Face didn't even bother to look at him, and even beat up his subordinates.

Damn it, you have to consider the owner before you beat a dog.

Lamb felt that the foundation was no longer respecting him as its owner.

"After we kill those three civilians, we'll go after Thomas Lin," Rambo said through gritted teeth. "You bastard, you cowardly loser who doesn't seek revenge, just you wait!"

At that moment, a buzzing sound came from above their heads.

"Om——"

Rambo looked up and saw a helicopter speeding through the clouds and flying away into the distance.

"Fuck it! The foundation won't even approve our helicopter funding!" Rambo immediately thought of something that upset him. "Fuck you!"

He gave the departing helicopter the middle finger.

"Ah!"

In the rear cabin of the helicopter, Li Zhanyi sneezed and rubbed his nose in frustration.

"Did someone insult me?" She felt inexplicably wronged.

"Maybe they're insulting me. Who would insult you?"

Lin Chen smiled and handed Li Zhanyi a handkerchief, thinking that she was quite cute when she sneezed earlier.

“We’ll be entering Yuhen County in five minutes,” the driver said. “Once we get there, try not to attract attention. This whole area is quite xenophobic, so don’t provoke them.”

"Don't worry, we'll keep a low profile," Lin Chen said.

Lin Chen looked out of the cabin: fine rain was flowing down the window, dense and blurring the green fields.

After entering Yuhen County, the outline of the city gradually disappears, replaced by layers upon layers of green.

Scattered white houses dotted the green landscape, like grains of salt scattered on a green lawn.

“The target’s registered residence is in Bengyu Town, Yuhen County,” Lin Chen glanced at his phone. “This place is getting more and more remote.”

“Bengyu Town is quite an old town,” Li Zhanyi nodded. “Do you remember the ‘Rain Town Guerrilla Team’ we met in Ideal Country? Bengyu Town is their birthplace. It is said that there are still quite a few guerrillas active underground.”

"For example, that bronze mask?" Lin Chen had a strong ability to make connections.

“That guy seems to be one of the new generation in the guerrilla force,” Li Zhanyi hummed in agreement. “You see, young people these days are really something; they’ve infiltrated all sorts of places.”

"Has the Yudu municipal government not tried to develop this area?" Lin Chen looked down at the fields below.

“I’ve tried, but they won’t allow it,” Li Zhanyi shrugged. “There’s not much news, but it seems there were some violent clashes before, but things calmed down afterward. This area is basically managed by the indigenous people themselves.”

"It feels like we're on a picnic," Lin Chen muttered.

“We’ve reached the vicinity of Bengyu Town, and we can’t go any further,” the driver said. “I’ll drop you off on the grassland, and you’ll have to walk the rest of the way on your own.”

"Received," Lin Chen said.

The helicopter slowly landed on the lawn, stirring up layers of grass.

Lin Chen jumped off the helicopter, half of his body submerged in waist-deep grass.

He turned around, took Li Zhanyi's hand, and helped her down as well.

A light rain pattered on the fields, and the damp, chilly air rushed towards him, causing Lin Chen to instinctively wrap his trench coat tighter.

Today, he and Zhanyi were both wearing khaki trench coats, and agreed that this would make them look more casual and less wary of the local residents.

If you enter town wearing a black vest, people might think you're some city lord causing trouble.

"..."

After crossing the fields, Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi entered the town.

Colorful banners fluttered among the white buildings, and the exotic scent of incense wafted in the air, as if even the aroma had been tinged with color by the banners that moved with the wind.

The town's infrastructure was very old, as if it had gone back to the last century, giving Lin Chen the feeling that he had traveled through time.

"Bengyu Town, Shuihua Street, No. 28..."

Lin Chen glanced at the address on his phone, then looked up.

"There aren't any street signs here..."

"Let's try asking someone!"

Li Zhanyi mustered his courage and waved to an old man passing by:

"Hi, Grandpa, we're looking for..."

The old man turned and left the moment she opened her mouth, walking quickly away.

“Cold…cold violence…” Li Zhanyi pouted slightly.

Is it really that xenophobic?

Lin Chen's gaze swept across the street and he saw a young man who was about his age.

He stepped forward and greeted them proactively.

"Hello, I'm looking for No. 28 Shuihua Street. Could you tell me which way to go?"

The young man glanced at Lin Chen, said nothing, and walked right past him.

passive-aggressive behavior...

For some reason, Lin Chen inexplicably recalled that bronze mask.