Lao Jiu heard the words and saw the unusual glint in the other’s eyes, combined with his own experience of being choked by the void, he imdiately made a judgnt.
The other party was a mber of the Superpower Special Forces!
"Wait! Don’t kill ! I’m not in charge here!" Lao Jiu said.
"Where’s the bomb?" Wei Tianyang erged from the darkness, opening his right palm to reveal a black gun barrel protruding an inch from his palm.
"The armory, it’s right below... Or I can take you..." Before Lao Jiu could finish his sentence, the guerrilla covered his mouth, ready to slit his throat.
But Wei Tianyang stopped him at that mont.
Because he saw a stack of docunts on the table. The pile of papers was filled with Chicken Snake script, and at the top right corner of each page was a familiar symbol: a black circle containing three overlapping white triangular fras.
That was the emblem of Tiantai Pharmaceutical...
He approached the military officer in front of him, his eyes wide with intensity, and pressed, "Has anyone from Tiantai Pharmaceutical been here?"
"They... they co to us to buy things." Lao Jiu hastily replied.
"Buy what?!" Wei Tianyang demanded sternly.
"People... They’re all down there." Lao Jiu said.
Li Bin entered from outside the door, nodded to Wei Tianyang, and said, "These bastards have kidnapped dozens of refugees on their way to Kong Sei Refugee Camp and locked them in the pigsty. Two more are dead down there, a man and a woman."
"Selling them to Tiantai Pharmaceutical... these bastards..."
Lao Jiu suddenly sensed danger; he watched Wei Tianyang stare blankly at the empty doorway and mutter to himself as if seized by hysteria.
"You... may I ask... which side are you on? We’ve... paid off everyone, don’t bring disaster upon the Dragon King Temple..." Lao Jiu said cautiously.
Wei Tianyang turned back, his face darkened, and he asked again, "The one who ca to your camp, was it a long-haired woman who likes to smoke?"
Lao Jiu shook his head, saying, "It was a foreigner with glasses, nad... Hans? Or Hans...? I’m not the manager; it was our boss chatting with him."
"Those people outside... are they coming to pick them up, or are you delivering them?" Wei Tianyang asked.
"...You’re from Red Pharmaceutical, aren’t you? Could it be... you’ve co to snatch the people? The disputes between you pharmaceutical companies have nothing to do with us..." Lao Jiu hurriedly spoke.
Wei Tianyang’s gaze sharpened, and the guerrilla got the hint, slicing off one of Lao Jiu’s ears.
Lao Jiu’s face turned ghostly pale from the pain, his body breaking out in cold sweat, trembling uncontrollably, held in place by two guerrillas, shivering continuously.
"Ouch!!!!! It’s killing !! Ouch, wow..."
"Quit your damn babbling. Answer the question."
Lao Jiu, gritting his teeth, forced out a response, "Tomorrow afternoon at 1 o’clock, at a pig farm in the suburbs, we’re moving people over there, and their people will take charge of the transfer... Ouch..."
"What do you think human lives are?! Do you know what Tiantai Pharmaceutical will do to those people?!" Wei Tianyang roared.
"You..." Lao Jiu was startled by the comnt, then his emotions plumted, realizing sothing. He collapsed suddenly, trembling and saying, "Ouch... you’re not from the pharmaceuticals... Sins... Sins..."
Wei Tianyang was also surprised by Lao Jiu’s reaction. Li Bin laughed and said, "These warlords, trafficking people within the country and dealing with pharmaceutical companies, aren’t afraid one bit. But he heard that you’re different from those evildoers, probably thinking that you’re an undercover sent by Yin Country to save people, so he’s scared stiff."
"Would Yin Country send soone to Chicken Snake Country to save people?" Wei Tianyang asked in confusion.
"Chicken Snake is backed by Yin, but evil doers are inexhaustible. Plus, after the first civil war, there were defectors in the Liberation Front, and we were trapped and burned to ashes in the Red House. Now, it’s their turn to afflict people," Li Bin shook his head.
"If we don’t sell, others will; who sells doesn’t matter... we don’t touch Yin people anymore, why are you still coming..." Lao Jiu mumbled weakly, speaking to himself.
Anger surged in Wei Tianyang’s heart, and he threw a right straight punch that struck Lao Jiu in the face.
Lao Jiu’s head detached from his spine first, whistling as it flew out, and his body, under the force of inertia, sprang into the air, twisting into a spiral.
He was dead before taking off; his body disintegrated in midair, vanishing without a trace before even hitting the wall behind. In the end, only a large splatter of blood painted a basin-sized stain on the wall.
Annihilation accelerated, beca incredibly swift; human bodies had no chance to hit the ground before they disintegrated...
He hadn’t done much these days.
Aside from drinking coffee, learning to read, it was killing.
Drinking coffee didn’t enhance his power, and learning to read all the less so.
So there was only one answer left...
The more people he killed, the stronger his power beca...
The clenched fist relaxed, and he carefully examined the docunt on the table, written in Chicken Snake language. Thanks to Kacha’s teaching over the past few days, he had learned more characters and could roughly understand the docunt.
But it was just a list.
He turned around, pushed open the door, and stepped out of the command center; below the hillside, the camp ca into full view.
At this mont, the night was deep, a cool breeze stirred, the camp was filled with the sll of blood, all drifting towards his right hand. Bodies piled into mounds on the ground, as guerrillas slowly converged towards him.
All the soldiers in the camp had been silently cleared out.
Under the searchlight, two corpses were laid down on the open ground, placed side by side, and a few guerrillas stood next to them, hands pressed together, bowing their heads to send them off.
At this mont, a large group of people walked silently toward the sentry post—Wei Tianyang recognized them as the refugees.
His eyes flickered with a red glow, the bandages around his right hand fluttered, and on the black forearm, the white light bands pulsed as if breathing. Even though many guerrillas and Li Bin stood by his side, in the refugees’ admiring gaze, Wei Tianyang stood alone at the entrance of the sentry post’s hillside.
"Superpower Special Forces! The Superpower Special Forces have co to save us!"
The refugees below cheered, so cried, so knelt on the spot, shouting their thanks, others were filled with righteous indignation, calling out, "Take to kill the rebels!"
Wei Tianyang walked down the muddy slope, his red eyes sweeping across the crowd.
The refugees were not afraid, but reached out to him, touching his shoulders and back, feeling his glowing right arm, crying out, screaming, casting passionate looks at him.
Within those looks were sadness, anger, and also eagerness and sincere reverence. These emotions ca together to form an atmosphere known as "worship."
He was enveloped by this atmosphere, and sothing deep inside him ignited.
Perhaps... there was a greater aning to this slaughter, sothing beyond just revenge.
To make the pharmaceutical companies disappear from this land, to prevent the tragedy that befell him from repeating itself.
He felt he had found a greater aning.
"What’s your na?" soone in the crowd asked.
"I..."
He was a bit unsure, not knowing whether to reveal his na.
The guerrillas at the periter, guns raised, began chanting loudly: "Wei Tianyang! Wei Tianyang! Wei Tianyang!"
So guerrillas stood on higher ground, faces adorned with victorious smiles.
Infected by their emotions, he said, "Wei Tianyang."
The refugees passed his na around, telling each other, "The one who saved us is Wei Tianyang." "His na is Wei Tianyang!"
"Wei Tianyang!"
He turned to look, and Li Bin stood on the muddy slope, holding a white box.
It was a bomb.
"You’ll soon be a hero," Li Bin said with a smile.
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