I write obituaries for the gods

Seeing Wu Hao's appearance, Jiang Zhengge felt his fingertips trembling.

He thought he had exhausted his feelings for Wu Hao, and he thought that a person who had given up on himself could not stir any waves in his heart.

During the gloomy days that followed the Black Abyss, Jiang Zhengge always felt that he was the only one who returned to Yudu after the deep-sea diving operation.

Whether it's the teammates who sacrificed their lives, or tide Leina and Wu Hao, those who returned were no longer the same people.

They were all changed by that abyss.

But now, looking at Wu Hao in front of him, at this investigator from the Rapid Response Division who chose self-sacrifice without hesitation, Jiang Zhengge suddenly realized something.

Perhaps Wu Hao wasn't the only one who failed to escape the abyss.

He himself never escaped the abyss.

Jiang Zhengge stood still and hastily saluted Wu Hao.

“I will tell them the truth, investigator,” Jiang Zhengge said in a low voice.

"Then I'll assume you... are a man!"

Wu Hao raised his head, revealing a embarrassed smile.

"Go... Old Jiang... Go quickly!"

A red light flashed in his eyes once again.

"I'm going to see Xiao Fang...hehehehehehe!"

He burst into laughter, two lines of tears streaming down his cheeks, but they were quickly vaporized by the high temperature caused by the overload of the prosthetic body.

Sparks began to burst from the dirty bomb, and the countdown ticked away rapidly, like a guillotine on a guillotine.

Jiang Zhengge took one last look at Wu Hao, turned around, and ran quickly towards the stairs, disappearing into the dark depths.

Darkness, more than ten years ago, didn't he also run out of darkness in the same way?

Feeling disheveled and powerless, he could only watch helplessly as his teammates died behind him.

again and again.

Jiang Zhengge cleared his mind and just ran desperately, running upwards.

When he reached the upper level of the prison, a loud roar came from below—

"boom!!!"

The shockwave made the entire prison tremble, nearly causing Jiang Zhengge to fall to the ground.

He looked toward the hollowed-out structure in the center of the prison: there, he saw a dark blue flame burning fiercely at the bottom of the prison, the sea of ​​fire engulfing the lower half of the prison.

Wu Hao succeeded.

He rewrote the blast radius of the subspace dirty bomb, limiting it to the lowest level.

"..."

Jiang Zhengge pressed his earpiece and spoke softly:

"Wu Hao".

For some reason, he recalled the scene when Wu Hao and Xiao Fang hugged before the deep-sea diving operation began.

This time, Wu Hao probably won't be impatient with that girl anymore.

"Get a good night's sleep," Jiang Zhengge said softly.

He gripped his pistol tightly, gritted his teeth, and rushed toward the prison exit.

......

"Oh!"

The earth trembled slightly. Lin Chen raised his head and looked at the Investigation Bureau building in the distance.

"There's some noise..." Lin Chen said in a low voice.

"Frequency detected! It's a subspace dirty bomb!" Hua Luori exclaimed. "The subspace dirty bomb has detonated..."

"Oh my god..." Li Zhanyi covered her mouth, "Doesn't that mean..."

“No, it’s alright. If the subspace dirty bomb really explodes completely, the impact will be more than this,” Hua Molan said. “The bomb’s parameters have probably been adjusted. At most, it will only affect a part of the prison.”

"This means that the time is almost up."

Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi exchanged a glance, then turned around and headed towards the exit of the rooftop.

As I was going down the stairs, an embroidery needle appeared beside me:

"Senior, shall we begin?"

"Let's get started," Lin Chen said in a low voice. "Given Lao Jiang's efficiency, once they escape from prison, they'll be able to storm the W weapons control center very quickly."

"We need to respond to their signals at any time."

......

"The power of the subspace dirty bomb has been limited?"

In the director's office, Louis frowned as he looked at the parameters on the tablet.

"This is impossible..." he muttered. "I changed the control panel; Jiang Zhengge shouldn't be able to crack it..."

At that moment, the office door opened, and Wang Pan rushed in with a team of people.

“Director Louis,” Wang Pan walked up to Louis expressionlessly, “why was a subspace dirty bomb activated without any of us knowing?”

“It was a prison riot, and the warden did it in a moment of desperation,” Louis replied calmly.

Wang Pan tightened his fist slightly, stared directly at Louis, and took a deep breath:

"You and I both know this is impossible. The protocol for activating a subspace dirty bomb must be approved by the Director; the Warden can at most give a signal..."

“Wang Pan, Jiang Zhengge wants to start by subverting us from prison,” Louis narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you realize how serious this is?”

“The prison guards are our colleagues too! They haven’t left yet!” Wang Pan shouted. “If we don’t use dirty bombs, we might be able to negotiate with them, we might have a chance to talk things over. But if you use dirty bombs, they’ll all die!”

“Sacrifice is necessary,” Louis said sternly. “Jiang Zhenge will show us no mercy, you…”

At that moment, an emergency communication popped up on the tablet.

Louis glanced at the tablet and frowned:

“The prison gates have been breached,” he whispered. “Jiang Zhengge is leading a group of men toward the W weapons control center.”

"B4?" Wang Pan gasped. "Isn't that just one floor away from the prison?"

"The demigods are stationed there, but I'm afraid we don't have enough manpower."

Louis looked directly at Wang Pan:

"Go, take the rapid reaction division 1 and go support B4. Don't fail this time."

Wang Pan stared at Louis for a while, then nodded vigorously:

"Yes."

After he left, Louis looked up at the storm and whispered:

"Get the helicopters ready. If anything goes wrong, we'll evacuate immediately."

"No...we won't end up like that..." Storm shook his head vigorously. "Brothers and sisters will protect you..."

"Thank you."

Louis gently stroked Storm's face and smiled at her.

“Go, prepare for battle,” he said. “Tonight… there may be bloodshed.”

......

"Oh!"

After breaking through the prison gates, Jiang Zhengge almost abandoned all reason and charged towards B4 like a wild beast.

Lucy had used up too much energy breaking through the gate and was now unable to keep up with him, so she could only be carried by Marcus and stand at the back.

"Hey! Old Jiang! Slow down!"

As Jiang Zhengge transformed into a gust of wind and swept through the corridor, Lucy breathlessly reached out her hand.

"What's wrong with him...?" Lucy murmured.

“Wu Hao didn’t come back with him,” Marcus said, supporting Lucy. “Having been roommates with that guy for so long, I always thought he was a coward, but I never expected… he would have this kind of awareness…”

"what..."

Lucy paused for a moment, then sighed softly:

"After all, he used to be a quick-response student."

“Yeah,” Marcus squinted, “you guys in the Quick-Reverse Department are a bunch of freaks…”

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

With three shots fired in quick succession, Jiang Zhengge killed three armed officers, then flicked his trench coat and disappeared like a ghost around the corner of the corridor.

His operatives opened fire, but only managed to hit the hem of his trench coat.

The next second, Jiang Zhengge reappeared, and based on the reverse calculation of the bullet trajectories when the operators fired, he fired three more pre-emptive shots:

"Bang bang bang!"

The three agents fell to the ground and remained motionless.

The remaining operators had just rushed out of the elevator when a group of prisoners, weapons in hand, charged at them, yelling.

"Da da da da da—"

The armed officers opened fire on the prisoners indiscriminately, and the prisoners fell in rows in the corridor, piling up together.

Once most of the prisoners had fallen, a gust of wind tore through the barriers in the corridor, and Jiang Zhengge flew out, riding the wind—

"Bang bang bang!"

He took down three operators with three shots in quick succession, then grabbed one of them's submachine guns and began firing:

"Da da da da da!"

After crushing their way through with what could only be described as a frenzied fighting style, Jiang Zhengge led the remaining people up the emergency staircase to B4.

The researchers had already evacuated, and the laboratories on both sides of the corridor were empty, with only the alarms sounding continuously.

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

Most of the prisoners did not follow Jiang Zhengge and his group into B4; instead, they all rushed toward the surface, trying to break out through the main entrance of the Investigation Bureau.

"Be careful," Jiang Zhengge said as he stuffed bullets into the RSH-12. "As long as Louis isn't an idiot, what we're about to face is the toughest hurdle."

“Mm.” Lucy nodded.

Marcus and Oswald remained silent, both checking their weapons before advancing alongside Jiang Zhengge.

At the end of the corridor, in what used to be the "hub," everyone saw a brand new sign:

W Weapons Center.

“I never imagined the Bureau of Investigation would one day use the exact same methods as the Foundation as the foundation of tyranny,” Lucy whispered. “That Louis kid has absolutely no bottom line…”

“He’s always been like this, grabbing onto anything that’s useful to climb the ladder,” Jiang Zhengge chuckled. “You have to admit, he did a good job, at least he put all of us in a difficult position.”

“I think that bastard is just a pure opportunist,” Marcus spat.

“There’s movement ahead…” Oswald whispered. “The W Weapons Center has entered emergency lockout mode.”

"Emergency lockdown?"

Jiang Zhengge strode forward and walked to the front of the W weapon center.

Through the glass, he saw a truly horrifying scene:

Yellow toxic gas filled every corner of the room. Beside the control panel, three Foundation demigods in uniform lay motionless on the ground.

“Mephistos gas…” Jiang Zhengge said softly, “Something that even Triton couldn’t withstand, these gamma-level demigods have no chance at all…”