infodatos Chapter 29 Intelligence Bureau
Chapter 29 Intelligence Bureau
When the profession of necromancer is mentioned, many people immediately think of corpse soldiers.
They are fearless, indifferent to pain, and never feel fatigue or fear. Their combat power often depends on the strength of the materials they are made from, as well as the power level of the lich itself.
Zhao Shuo's corpse soldiers were all made from the corpses of professionals. The weakest of them had the strength of a level 2 professional, and the strongest even reached level 4. They were his trump cards accumulated over many years.
But in the face of the four crimson chains of blood, these fierce zombie soldiers were as vulnerable as tofu.
The blood chain lashed through the air, creating a sharp whistling sound. With just a casual sweep, the corpse soldier's head shattered, and its headless body crashed down, twitching twice before becoming completely still.
More than sixty meticulously crafted corpse soldiers were nearly half destroyed within three or four seconds, their severed limbs and blackish-red bodily fluids spreading across the ground, creating a gruesome scene.
Seeing this, Zhao Shuo's last shred of fighting spirit completely collapsed.
joke!
There's absolutely no chance of winning against a monster like that!
Zhao Shuo gritted his teeth, and a corpse soldier that was rushing towards the blood chains suddenly expanded. The next moment, it exploded with a bang, and the violent impact, along with bits of flesh and corpse fluid, sent the four blood chains flying.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Shuo turned around without hesitation and ran as fast as he could towards the back door of the factory.
However, before he had run very far, his body suddenly froze on the spot.
A searing pain exploded from my heart, and the blood in my body seemed to boil and churn as if it had been thrown into a raging fire. My veins bulged, and it felt as if countless tiny snakes were writhing wildly beneath my skin. My entire body was expanding uncontrollably, like a balloon about to burst.
"what!"
Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream came from behind.
Zhao Shuo struggled to turn his neck to the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Jiang Shan's whole body had turned extremely red, with veins bulging like a spider web, and fine blood droplets seeping from his pores, instantly forming a waterfall of blood.
The next instant, under his horrified gaze, Jiang Shan's skin suddenly cracked open inch by inch, and thick blood gushed out like a high-pressure water gun, exploding into a cloud of blood mist in the air.
thump!
Jiang Shan's unseeing corpse fell heavily to the ground, splattering dark red blood. In his wide-open eyes, lingering fear remained.
"Spare me! Don't kill me!" Zhao Shuo trembled violently, his voice distorted with terror. "I'll give you all the cards! There are also rare items in the guild warehouse, all of them yours!"
Unfortunately, all that answered him were four sharp whistling sounds.
Four blood chains, like venomous snakes that had been lying in wait, attacked from all directions simultaneously, precisely piercing through his body.
Zhao Shuo's eyes widened suddenly, his distorted face filled with despair and resentment. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only coughed up a clump of blood mixed with bits of flesh. Then his head lolled to the side, and he was completely lifeless.
The blood chain retracted, dragging his corpse into the pile of bodies, stacking it together with the corpses of other Blackrock members, making it part of this blood-red hell.
......
Security booth.
Old Li and the lean young man stared intently at the factory in the distance, their expressions filled with suspicion and uncertainty.
Four or five minutes ago, after the man in the black trench coat entered the factory, a deafening roar of shouts and cries of battle erupted inside, as if hundreds of people were fighting to the death.
But the noise lasted only a short while before it quickly quieted down and returned to deathly silence.
This situation left the two puzzled, and they hesitated whether to go closer to the factory for a look.
Just then, a rustling sound came from behind.
The two men tensed up, gripped their weapons tightly, and turned around warily to look at each other.
In the center of the factory's iron gate, as if dissolved by an invisible force, a hole large enough for two people to pass through appeared silently. More than a dozen figures filed in through the hole, their movements swift and mysterious, without making a sound.
Upon seeing the newcomer's attire, the wariness on Old Li and the lean young man's faces instantly vanished, replaced by undisguised joy and relief.
"team leader!"
The two men went to greet the woman who was leading the group.
The woman was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a pale, frost-like complexion. Her short, ear-length hair accentuated her defined jawline, and her black and blue military uniform made her figure appear tall and straight.
"How is the situation?" Tang Wangyan asked in a deep voice.
Old Li immediately described the situation in detail, but as soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that everyone, including Tang Wangyan, had strange expressions on their faces.
"Captain, is something wrong?" Old Li asked, looking puzzled.
Tang Wangyan glanced deeply at the factory in the distance and said in a deep voice, "When we arrived, we received the latest intelligence that Zhao Shuo, the vice president of the Black Stone Society, had mobilized more than 40 professionals and more than 120 gunmen equipped with demonized firearms to set up an ambush in this factory. Their target is the mysterious person."
Upon hearing this, Old Li and the lean young man both gasped in shock.
It turns out that the Black Stone Society had already laid a trap to deal with the mysterious person, and even managed to keep these two lurking informants in the dark!
But the mysterious man didn't appear; instead, it was the unidentified man in the trench coat who broke into the factory.
So, the sounds of fighting just now must have been a clash between the man in the trench coat and the Black Stone Society's ambush troops.
No wonder the commotion subsided so quickly. It's impressive that someone could last even a few minutes against hundreds of enemies, including more than forty professionals.
The man in the trench coat is probably in grave danger by now.
"Let's go take a look."
Tang Wangyan led the way towards the factory.
The others quickly followed.
Although this was Blackrock Society territory, they were not worried at all. Their black and blue uniforms, which were different from those of ordinary legion members, were their greatest source of confidence.
However, when they were still some distance from the factory, Tang Wangyan and the others suddenly stopped, their brows furrowed.
A strong, pungent smell of blood drifted over on the night breeze.
If you can still smell it from this far away, how much blood must have been lost?
The expressions of the crowd instantly turned serious, and they gripped their weapons tightly, ready for battle.
blah blah blah!
The faint sound of footsteps was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence of the night.
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, a tall figure slowly emerged from the factory gate.
The moment they saw the figure clearly, Old Li and the lean young man both widened their eyes in unison.
"It's him!"
"How is that possible?"
Old Li looked incredulous and whispered rapidly to Tang Wangyan, "Captain, he's the one who just went into the factory."
Upon hearing this, everyone present looked astonished.
How could one person survive an ambush by more than a hundred people and emerge unscathed?
What happened?
In the night sky, the clouds that had obscured the moon slowly moved away, and the bright moonlight once again shone down on the earth, shining obliquely through the factory's open gates and broken windows.
Tang Wangyan and the others were finally able to see the situation inside the factory. Everyone froze on the spot for a moment, their faces drained of color.
The factory floor was no longer its original color, completely covered by a layer of viscous, dark red blood, which flowed slowly along the grooves in the ground. Countless corpses were twirled in the blood, piled up densely, as if all life had been drained away by an invisible force.
The suffocatingly strong, rusty, and sweet smell in the air silently tells the story of what happened here—it was not an evenly matched battle, but a one-sided massacre.