A large ’bullet’ engraved with dense yellow patterns almost grazed He Ao’s cheek as it flew past, instantly piercing through the wall behind him and striking the abandoned building across the street.
Boom——
Accompanied by a thunderous explosion, the small building suddenly shook and, amidst a cloud of dust, collapsed with a loud crash.
This shot was enough to seriously injure or even kill a B-level.
So cold sweat seeped from He Ao’s forehead as he threw the flying knife in his hand, simultaneously turning his gaze toward the source of the gunshot.
The café’s boss had sohow pulled out a heavy Gauss Sniper Rifle and had already turned the muzzle, preparing to pull the trigger again.
But this ti, before he could fully pull the trigger, the sharp flying knife reached him.
Instantly, it sliced through the sniper rifle in his hand and pierced through his neck.
Bam——
The café boss took a step back, colliding with the shelf behind the counter, creating a clear and crisp sound.
He Ao landed in front of the boss and calmly asked, "Who sent you? Did you assassinate the President?"
However, in response to his question, the boss rely smiled, a little blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
After a brief pause, he stopped struggling, and his body rapidly decayed and disappeared, having accepted so kind of ’Grace’ power.
He Ao gazed at the heavy sniper rifle that was broken in two in front of him.
This ’boss,’ from start to finish, showed no ’flaws’; all his reactions were normal, even his surface thoughts matched those of a typical café owner. The performance was vivid and lifelike.
The only issue was that he was a D-level Transcendent. Seeing this situation, a D-level Transcendent should not behave this way.
If He Ao hadn’t sensed that the boss’s Soul strength seed off and used his Divine Sense to take a look, he would’ve been completely deceived by this boss.
The ’man’ He Ao t with was rely bait; this boss was the real killing trick.
At that mont, the boss triggered the power of the ’Grace,’ allowing him to react at the fastest speed to take out He Ao.
Obviously, when he first entered, He Ao was unsure if this boss harbored ’malice,’ as he even masked his surface emotions well.
But he still subconsciously remained on guard.
If he hadn’t guarded, his head might have been blown off by that bullet just now.
Clearly, this ’boss’ had undergone professional anti-Mind Reading training.
In this bizarre Extraordinary World, no ability is absolutely invincible the mont it’s acquired.
However, the boss’s ntal state was not consistently good. At the mont before death, his surface thoughts erged, which prompted He Ao to ask the earlier question and gain answers from his final thoughts.
He was not the ’sniper’ who assassinated the President, just soone who was always lurking in this café, tasked with receiving or acting as ’backup’.
But like the earlier ’Security Minister,’ he was a mber of the sa organization Moli belonged to.
Of course, the Kewort Group’s ’Security Departnt Minister’ had no knowledge of his identity.
He Ao reached out, dismantling the remaining components of the sniper rifle and extracting a bullet from inside.
It was a normal bullet, not the patterned ’Extraordinary Bullet’ from earlier. Apparently, this organization didn’t have many of those bullets that could inflict B-level damage.
He Ao took a good look at this sniper rifle, suspecting it was the sa model used by the sniper assassin.
Could that Extraordinary Bullet just now be the one that hit the President?
How high-caliber, using a bullet ant for the President on .
He Ao scanned the surroundings with his gaze and soon spotted a communication device similar to Moli’s in a corner.
He picked up the communication device, which wasn’t locked, suggesting that this boss had been chatting with soone on the other end.
Holding the communication device, He Ao walked back to his previous position, looking at the steaming cup of coffee on the table.
This coffee was likely poisoned.
If he had drunk it just now, there wouldn’t be this problem anymore.
Then, He Ao lifted his gaze, looking towards the café’s corner.
There stood a cara, emitting a red light that seed to be active, quietly observing his current position.
Not far beneath the counter, there was also a screen displaying the contents captured by the cara.
Previously, this cara had been aid at the counter.
He Ao gazed at the cara as Eve’s gentle voice whispered in his ear,
"Connected to the local area network successfully."
"Relocating remote connection position."
"Implanting trojan."
"Attempting to penetrate the proxy···"
Zzzz——
The cara flickered with slight electrical sparks, and its red light went out.
The nearby surveillance screen flickered for a mont and turned pitch black.
Eve’s voice echoed in He Ao’s ear, "Connection interrupted."
Seeing this, He Ao narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the communication device in his hand, and quickly typed a word on it,
[Hello]
The word, once sent, quickly ’lted’ away.
The ’other party’ was there with this communication device.
"Analyzing possible address based on the acquired data," Eve’s voice continued in He Ao’s ear, "Possible locations are, Kewort Group Building in Denno City, 49%, Mayor’s Mansion in Denno City, 27%, City Police Bureau in Denno City, 19%, external network in Denno City, 5%."
He Ao glanced at the communication device in his hand, pocketed it.
At this mont, he paused, lowered his head, covered his mouth, and let out a light cough.
Bzzz——
Outside, the street was already echoing with the shrill sound of sirens.
He Ao glanced at the bloodstain on his palm, lifted it to pour out the coffee on the table, then slowly stepped toward the side door and stepped out.
The coffee spilled on the ground, and after a brief pause, emitted a faint yellow glow. Everywhere the coffee touched, the smooth floor was slowly corroded, revealing a small pit.
At this ti, a small figure slowly and hesitantly walked in. She looked down at the corrosive marks on the ground, then glanced at the damaged counter and opened side door.
She carefully bypassed the area, laboriously stepping toward the back door of the café.
She lifted her head and looked forward.
Outside the café’s back door, there was only a barren street. The originally sparse crowd had been scared off by the sound of the building’s collapse.
Scanning the area, no figures were visible.
"What are you looking for?"
At that instant, a gentle inquiry sounded behind the figure.
The figure, startled at first, then nervously mid turning around, looking towards the rear.
Outside that small door, the figure with the wooden-handled rifle was quietly gazing at her.
"I..." The figure looked at He Ao, hesitated for a mont, and weakly whispered, "Thank you."
He Ao gazed at the figure before him. The figure could be identified as a girl, who appeared to be only around eleven or twelve years old, wearing sowhat dirty clothes, with a slender fra, and hair that was dry like sun-dried straw.
She seed to be malnourished for a long ti, almost with only a thin layer of skin wrapping around bones, with a slight bulge in her belly, which seed to be a sign of ascites.
"How long has it been since you ate anything?" He Ao looked at her, slightly furrowing his brow.
"I," the girl seed unprepared for He Ao’s question and was a bit confused before slowly saying, "ate, today I ate, half a nutrition bar."
"Where are your parents?" He Ao’s brow furrowed even deeper.
"Dad died a long ti ago," the girl looked at He Ao, paused for a mont, then said softly, "Mom said no more drugs, they wouldn’t allow it, beat mom to death, and took the money."
"Illegal drugs?" He Ao squatted down, looking at the girl before him, "They wanted to sell drugs to your mother, your mother refused, so they killed her?"
"Mom wanted to quit," the girl paused for a mont as if numb, "They said mom would affect others like this."
"Was it you who reminded just now on the street?" He Ao looked into the girl’s eyes, "Did you co all this way just to say thank you?"
The girl’s movents were too slow; even if familiar with the terrain, she only managed to reach near the coffee shop after He Ao was done with everything. If He Ao hadn’t waited a bit here to catch a taxi, she probably wouldn’t have been able to catch up to him.
"Yes," the girl’s dry eyes finally showed so spark, she gazed at He Ao, "Mom said, after receiving help, one should give thanks."
He Ao gazed at the girl before him.
Due to prolonged hunger and malnutrition, her thoughts and consciousness were actually a bit confused.
But He Ao understood her ssage; she was thanking He Ao for killing those gang mbers.
"Kid, you really are here."
At this mont, a slightly rough voice sounded behind He Ao.
He Ao turned his head in so confusion to look behind him.
He saw a burly bald man standing on a convertible off-road vehicle, holding a submachine gun, grinning with a nacing gaze at him, and behind the man were a dozen vehicles filled with gang mbers.
"Hiding from the City Police Bureau?" The burly man looked at He Ao, laughing hoarsely, "I knew they sealed the front street, you’d co to the back street, so I hurried over. Transcendent? Very impressive, you killed so many of my n and took out my lieutenant, just want to leave like this, doesn’t seem fair, right?"
He Ao gazed at him, slightly furrowing his brow.
The burly man saw He Ao’s sowhat dismissive look, his face darkening.
Actually, he didn’t quite like that lieutenant. The guy often did things behind his back. This ti, he didn’t know why he drew so many people to Lorent Street.
He knew the guy always wanted to be the boss, but he was more favored by the security minister above, and he couldn’t act directly.
He Ao killed that guy, which in truth, made him sowhat pleased.
But after losing so many n, if he didn’t leave He Ao here, he might as well give up being the boss.
Just right, the target his lieutenant wanted to deal with was likely also an enemy of the Group, so he could use this guy’s life as a tribute to gain trust.
And at this mont, He Ao paid him no mind, instead turning his gaze towards the little girl, softly asking, "Do you know him?"
The girl looked up at the burly man, briefly pausing, then fear flickered in her eyes.
"I understand," He Ao stood up, "wait for a mont."
"You seem quite arrogant." The burly man gazed at He Ao, raising his hand.
The off-road vehicle at the front floor the gas and charged towards He Ao and the little girl beside him.
Bang—
The off-road vehicle crashed into the man’s slim body, but it felt as if hitting a solid stone column; the nose instantly dented and deford, the body twisted and erupted into raging flas.
The sound of the rifle pierced through the burning flas, carrying a flowing arc of fire as if a devil walking out of hell, appearing before the bald man and the gang mbers behind him.
Seeing this scene, the burly man retreated half a step, vaguely feeling the man’s figure before him was sowhat familiar, but he couldn’t think further, directly charging out, "Don’t think you are the only Transcendent."
Bang—
But before his body completely left the off-road vehicle, he felt his neck gripped by a hand like a steel pincer, pressing him back into the vehicle.
Bang—
The rampant flas burned fiercely once again.
On the empty street, scattered gunshots rang out, then mingled with so painful howls.
But soon, these sounds fell completely silent.
Only the flas continued to burn, making crackling sounds.
He Ao’s figure passed through the flas, burning away the surrounding bloody scent, appearing once again before the bewildered skinny girl.
"Let’s go." He extended his hand.
The girl paused for a mont, sowhat dazedly raised her hand, pinching his fingers.
The fiery light reflected on the two figures, walking towards the end of the street.
From afar, a driverless taxi slowly approached.
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Cars with flashing alarms drove into this street, quickly setting up a blockade line.
After an unknown amount of ti, a black luxury executive car also drove into this street.
A middle-aged man in a police officer’s uniform quickly approached.
"What’s the situation here?" A young man in a black suit pushed open the car door, stepped out, looked up, and gazed at the burning vehicle wreckage around and the charred bodies around the vehicles.
"Similar to those in the front street, gang mbers of the ’Mad Tiger Gang’ active in this area," the middle-aged man said softly, "They are the largest group selling illegal drugs nearby, committing all sorts of evil."
"Does this gang have this many people here?" The young man slightly furrowed his brow, "So many died upfront, and yet so many could die here?"
"All are here," the middle-aged man’s tone slightly raised, "The core mbers of this gang are all here."
"All dead?" The young man frowned, his gaze sweeping over the corpse of a burly man dragged out from the wreckage, "Do we know the cause?"
"Seems like a massacre," the middle-aged man said softly, "Not sure about the back street, according to eyewitness reports from the front street, it seems it involved a man they clashed with; the other side appears to be a powerful Transcendent."
"A Transcendent?" The young man furrowed his brow even tighter, "What does he look like?"
"Eyewitnesses say he was too fast, couldn’t see clearly," the middle-aged man said softly.
"Can’t rule out Paxiu coming here, also set up controls around," the young man in black suit said softly, then walked back into the car.
"Okay." The middle-aged man gave a slight nod after briefly glancing at the young man’s departing figure.
"Boss," a young policeman ran over, handed over a tablet computer, he looked at the middle-aged man, "Based on those eyewitness descriptions, the Transcendent’s outfit sowhat resembles that assassin ’Paxiu,’ but his actions are quite odd, killing so many people without harming a single civilian."
"Is that so?" The middle-aged man looked at the tablet, glanced over, "Need to enhance precautions, clean up the scene, and imdiately block the surroundings, check incoming people."
"Isn’t this a bit late? By the ti we clean up, everyone around will have left." The young policeman asked quietly.
"We are short on staff; do our best, send a squad to explore nearby," the middle-aged man shook his head, then he glanced at the burnt corpse of the burly man dragged from the car, without allowing the young policeman to speak further, "It’s been a hard day for everyone, tonight I’m treating, let’s eat sothing good."
"Alright, thank you, boss." The young police officer also beca excited.
He quickly moved into the crowd not far away.
So faint flas danced at the edge of the off-road vehicle’s wreckage, warm red light dotting between the dusky evening sky, reflected on the faces of passersby.
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