Mixed in the apocalypse, become a fairy alone. 30

Chapter 30: Black Storm

BOOM!

A sudden explosion jolted the northeast district of Resurrection City awake. A two-story building, usually a rest stop for Black Fire Gang members, now belched thick, black smoke.

Wang Jixuan, moving silently through the darkness, flipped and landed on the roof of a nearby building, making no sound as he crouched in a corner. He tapped the edge of his helmet; the tactical helmet automatically switched to long-range mode, his vision turning a light green, revealing the movement of gang members in the low-light environment. He was over a thousand meters from the explosion site.

After eliminating the dozen or so Black Fire Gang thugs in the building, Wang Jixuan, following a method described in the landlady’s book, *Weapons That Frighten Blade Beasts* (a book of unconventional weaponry and tactics), used a rope and two concentrated high-explosive grenades to create a booby trap that triggered upon entry.

Believe it or not.

Seriously.

This was far more powerful than a low-level explosive fire talisman! However, explosive fire talismans could be infinitely layered and detonated simultaneously, so both had their advantages.

Wang Jixuan noted several buildings from which at least ten armed men had simultaneously emerged. He turned and melted into the night. Before the Black Fire Gang could initiate “full illumination” (widespread lighting of the area), he had to quickly attack several more locations. He also had to avoid areas with three or more energy users.

A few minutes later.

A small nightclub, filled with the sounds of panting, moans, curses, and laughter, awaited its fate. A “No Public Access” sign hung outside, and the entrance was equipped with an automatic stranger recognition alarm. Unfortunately, Wang Jixuan wasn’t planning on using the front door.

He sat on the edge of the roof of this three-story building, his legs dangling slightly as his expanded sensory perception carefully scanned the area, registering over thirty living presences.

Wang Jixuan pulled out four magazines, inserting them into the pouches on his waist belt. He gripped his two silenced pistols, practicing a few shooting stances. Because Zhou Gongzi (a wealthy patron) was footing the bill for weapons and ammunition, and because Zhou Gongzi’s channels couldn’t easily obtain blade beast blood, therefore…

‘Let’s try not to waste a single talisman.’

He breathed deeply, inhaling and exhaling, then stopped swinging his legs. Wang Jixuan fell as if in freefall!

After descending only a short distance, he hooked his left wrist onto the roof’s edge, slipping seamlessly into an open third-floor window and kicking aside the curtain.

Four men and four women, who had just been engaging in post-dinner exercise, froze, staring up at the smooth, round black helmet.

*POP!*

Wang Jixuan raised his hand and shot a man with a tattooed arm in the head, causing an immediate explosion. Blood splattered the walls.

“Ah——”

“Whoa!”

*POP, POP, POP!*

Three more blood blossoms erupted almost simultaneously. The remaining three men, unable to find cover, were similarly shot in the head.

‘Such slow reflexes, and they dare to call themselves gangsters.’

Wang Jixuan smirked slightly, his pistol now pointed at the screaming women. They instantly fell silent.

Following his rule of not killing women and children even when cleansing the demonic cult, Wang Jixuan didn’t do anything more, quickly heading towards the bedroom door. He had noticed that one woman’s expression was far too calm; he also saw her reaching for a pistol on the nightstand.

Master Wang showed no urgency, patiently waiting. The woman grabbed the gun, expertly loading it, and was about to raise it…

*POP!*

She suddenly threw her head back, a bullet hole in her forehead, her wide eyes filled with disbelief.

‘Even if I can’t sense your evil aura, I can still see the tattoos on your body?’

Wang Jixuan silently walked to the door, sensing a group of thugs charging down the hallway. He pulled a grenade from his belt, pulled the pin, opened the door, casually tossed it, then held a bolt in his left hand and his pistol in his right, counting down.

Three, two, one.

BOOM!

The walls were shaken, and a grid of dust filled the room. The remaining three women screamed. The instant after the explosion, Wang Jixuan burst through the bedroom door, diving forward. His left wrist snapped, launching the bolt through the smoke and dust created by the blast, followed by a flurry of blood spatters!

A series of muffled groans;

After the relatively quiet gunfire,

The hallway was littered with the corpses of Black Fire Gang thugs.

Wang Jixuan leaped out the window, crashing into the first floor. He fired both pistols simultaneously, taking out several gunmen peering down from the stairwell, further escalating the chaos in the smoke-filled dance hall.

Unfortunately, several people with strong evil auras were still in the basement. Wang Jixuan couldn’t use earth escape (an earth-based escape technique) yet and wasn’t prepared to recklessly enter such a one-way structure. He simply threw two grenades into the basement, then swiftly left.

*CLICK!*

The flash of a camera went off in a window across the street.

Wang Jixuan fired a shot, but at that distance, his pistol lacked accuracy. The bullet whizzed past the gang member’s forehead, causing them to duck for cover.

Wang Jixuan didn’t linger, ducking and dashing. As he leaped, he poured his energy into his legs, landing steadily on the roof of a building ten meters high, disappearing within a few jumps.

Following his planned route, Wang Jixuan waited at the edge of the Black Fire Gang’s territory. After two consecutive shootouts, the entire gang was in disarray.

A dozen pickup trucks, armed with heavy machine guns, carrying “elite squads,” patrolled the area. However, Wang Jixuan quickly noticed the Black Fire Gang still hadn’t fully illuminated the area. The cold storage and nutrient tanks were obviously more important.

——Those cold storage and nutrient tanks’ power supply is even more important.

‘If that’s the case…’

Wang Jixuan pulled out a crumpled talisman from his pocket and used his right hand to trace a complex pattern of light. The remnant soul he had painstakingly preserved reappeared, staring blankly at the large helmet before its eyes lit up. This remnant soul was close to natural dissipation.

“God, god, I really, really have no savings left, can’t you let me live?”

Wang Jixuan’s voice came from behind the helmet: “I haven’t found a suitable body for you yet, don’t worry, one last question.”

“Wh-what question?”

Gu Wencheng complained dejectedly:

“After I answer, you’re going to get rid of me, right? That’s definitely it, I know! Because I did the same thing before, I gave them some hope, played with them, gradually crushed that hope, and then enjoyed their reactions…”

Wang Jixuan’s voice was cold: “What I say, I will do. Now, answer my last question!”

Gu Wencheng’s remnant soul trembled, his Adam’s apple bobbing. What other secrets could he possibly have? He’d even given up his last pair of underwear!

Wang Jixuan pondered for a moment.

Gu Wencheng’s expression was inexplicably tense.

Wang Jixuan suddenly asked: “Where did you hide those teas?”

Gu Wencheng’s remnant soul slipped, almost kneeling. No, this powerful guy was still hung up on his tea? His tea… ah, no, the cold storage! This mysterious energy user was going to attack the Black Fire Gang’s largest cold storage facility!

…

Zhou Zhengde, having slept for only three hours, was woken by vibrations and ringing. He opened his eyes with difficulty and pressed the answer button on the simple projection device on his bedside table.

Several beams of light intersected, and a simple half-body image appeared. It was Ban Wenying, wearing a gray business suit.

“Zhengde, I’m sorry to disturb your rest, but you must immediately answer the Minister’s question.”

“Huh? What?”

Zhou Zhengde rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up, and conveniently covered his pectorals with a blanket.

Ban Wenying held a tablet, speaking rapidly:

“Half an hour ago, multiple reports came from the 49th floor. The Black Fire Gang was attacked. A mysterious energy user raided their territory, killing at least 120 people and destroying the gang’s largest underground facility.

According to our informants, this underground facility contained thirteen material warehouses and 36,000 blood products intended for the United Defense Forces.

And some… unsavory black market products maintained by life support equipment.

Because the energy user intentionally destroyed the facility’s three power supply systems, and the cold storage’s upper and lower passageways were blown up, these black market goods will soon become unusable or die.

In addition, the following words were left on the wall of the cold storage hall.”

Ban Wenying turned the tablet towards the camera, moving closer.

Zhou Zhengde stared intently at the eight powerfully written characters.

[It’s best to always have full illumination].

“He went this big?” Zhou Zhengde marveled.

“Zhengde,”

Ban Wenying frowned, saying:

“There are no secrets in the Upper City. You supplying equipment to your energy user isn’t a secret either.

The Minister needs your answer… Are you sure you want to go this far?

These are the Minister’s exact words. Her tone is calm. After all, you are the future of the Zhou family, and she doesn’t want any more unpleasantness over these small matters.

But these black market goods, we could also consider them spoils of war.”

Zhou Zhengde rubbed his cheeks: “Sister Ying, you know, Mu Liang isn’t my energy user. He’s more like my friend and comrade. We get along very well.”

Ban Wenying said: “However, you have yet to submit a report on his origins.”

“You can’t force him to do anything,” Zhou Zhengde’s voice rose, “And what did you mean by that, Sister Ban? You want to take this opportunity to cultivate your influence and take over the Black Fire Gang’s business, right?”

Ban Wenying said: “This is simply the Minister’s question.”

“Yes, I intend to go this far. I can give you a definitive answer.”

Zhou Zhengde said quickly:

“I’m sorry about the blood products becoming unusable, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with using this method to strike at the Black Fire Gang!

If Minister asks, just say it was my choice. I explicitly oppose the unjust practice of extending the already overly long lifespans of a select few within the fortress through organ transplants.”

“Okay, I’ll convey that to the Minister.”

Ban Wenying instructed:

“Can you restrain your energy user? Don’t let him destroy any more large-scale facilities. Those things are very resource-intensive to rebuild.”

“That really depends on Mu Liang’s mood.”

Zhou Zhengde replied with a smile.

He didn’t intend to persuade Mu Liang any further.

…

Meanwhile.

49th floor, corner of the Wanli Jin Gang’s territory.

Inside a quiet, spiritually abundant small wooden house.

Wang Jixuan, shirtless, sat quietly on the floor under the bed, practicing a meditative technique, entering a state of deep tranquility. Invisible specks of light converged on him; his breathing slowed, and a faint light appeared beneath his skin.

Behind him, a huge curtain seemed to appear, showing squares containing repetitive, non-violent battle scenes, and some…

sights that deeply impacted his Daoist heart.

Hundreds of pale corpses hung up like in a cold storage of a slaughterhouse;

‘Materials’ lying in nutrient tanks, their skin pierced by tubes, their souls almost dissipated;

‘Patients’ being operated on by doctors with prosthetics, their bodies being cut open…

These squares multiplied, and the curtain was gradually unable to hold them all.

Wang Jixuan’s meditative posture remained unmoved, firm as a rock, as if molded from clay.

The world is a fleeting illusion, my Dao is firm as a rock.

Knock knock knock knock!

A cheerful knocking on the door broke the images.

Wang Jixuan opened his eyes, glanced at the simple electronic clock on the wall.

“Brother Tian, it’s time for dinner!”

Yezi’s crisp call came from outside, then she ran off to knock on the doors of other sleepy children.

Wang Jixuan jumped up, landing almost silently, picking up his burlap shirt and quickly putting it on.

When he came down, the long table was already filled with people. Two three-year-old children were also sitting in wooden children’s seats, everyone holding hands neatly.

This was the rule of the wooden house, established by Old Lady Kong.

Wang Jixuan sat at the end of the dining table, holding the hands of two boys on either side, listening as Old Lady Kong spoke in a solemn and serious tone:

“As long as we help each other and support each other, we can light the flame of civilization step by step in the darkness.”

The children repeated the sentence.

“Alright, enjoy your food,” Old Lady Kong said formally.

The children immediately began to eat, the sounds of spoons and plastic bowls colliding one after another.

Wang Jixuan lowered his head to drink his porridge, his senses tingling slightly. The porridge today… Hmm? More sleeping drug?

This was the third time since he arrived. Unlike the previous two times on fixed weekend nights, this time was only two days after the last.

Was the Black Fire Gang planning an early meeting?

Because of his attack tonight?

Wang Jixuan ate the delicious rice porridge greedily.

(End of Chapter)

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