The rcenaries guarding the container quickly reacted, raising their guns aid at the corner ahead.
Bam——
With a slight sound, a young man holding a shotgun erged from behind the corner.
He gazed at the rcenaries in front of him and the container behind them, frowning slightly.
The leader standing in front of the container stared at the burly young man who had just walked out, "How so soon?!"
But he did not hesitate, raising his hand, "Fire! We need to stop him here!"
The violent gunfire erupted all at once.
And at the mont of hearing this ’command,’ the burly young man appeared before them, leveling the gun barrel.
Bam——
Accompanied by a loud bang, a rcenary standing ahead was shot and flew backward, colliding with those behind him.
Bam——
Another shot followed, blood blooming like flowers.
The rcenaries imdiately organized a counterattack, the urgent sounds of gunfire echoing in the space like dense raindrops.
Boom——
Following the gunfire, a soft sound emanated from within the container, as if sothing was being destroyed.
Bam——
He Ao grabbed a corpse still intact from the shotgun blast as cover, shooting another rcenary away.
He pulled the trigger again, but only the crisp click remained—the bullets had run out.
He glanced at the ground strewn with several mangled corpses, nothing pleasant about being hit at close range by a powerful shotgun.
He lifted his head, looking at the remaining figures.
This rcenary squad did not have many left, only a dozen or so, now only half remained.
The folding knife shimring with faint light unfolded in his hand as he gazed at the leader standing at the back.
Their gazes t briefly, and the leader turned to flee.
However, in the next instant, He Ao threw the corpse to the right, knocking over a few people, stepping forward to appear in front of the leader.
The sharp folding knife held against the leader’s neck.
The frantic gunfire suddenly quieted down.
Boom——
A more violent roar ca from the container, sothing seed to be rapidly disassembling.
"What’s behind?" He Ao glanced at the container.
"Don’t know, we were hired to only protect the periter," the leader quickly replied.
"Have you seen this man?" He Ao raised his wrist, displaying a photo of the coach.
The leader glanced and quickly shook his head, "No."
Taking advantage of the conversation, he gripped the assault rifle, signaled to a rcenary on the left with his eyes.
At that mont, the rcenary turned the gun, aiming at He Ao’s head, firing a shot.
The leader also raised the rifle, intending to shoot He Ao’s body while he was distracted.
But He Ao’s movents were faster.
Before the leader raised the rifle, He Ao had already moved to his side.
One hand clutched his neck, the other held the leader’s gun-raising hand, gripping the assault rifle.
Shielding the leader in front.
The bullet aid at He Ao hit the leader, burrowing into his bulletproof vest.
anwhile, the assault rifle held by the leader was also seized by He Ao, firing instantly.
Bang bang bang——
The rcenary on the left was unprepared, falling into a pool of blood.
They instinctively counterattacked, all bullets landing on the leader’s chest.
But He Ao did not stop, for the rcenaries he had knocked down on the right had gotten up, aiming at him.
Bang bang bang——
The violent gunfire rang again, the rcenaries on the right fell back like cut straw.
This ti, the bullets penetrated the vest’s gaps, one bullet hitting the leader’s brow.
Accompanied by flowing blood, He Ao grabbed the assault rifle, discarding the controlled leader.
He looked down at the blood and bodies on the ground.
To fight to this degree, this rcenary squad was undoubtedly elite, their price not low.
And this squad seed specially sent to deal with him.
He Ao did not think his current status was worth such money; his assets might not cover the squad’s deposit.
Perhaps after collecting the squad’s bounty, it might be enough.
He Ao turned his gaze to the container behind him.
This container was double the size of a standard one, seemingly custom equipnt.
Judging by the dust on it, it had been here awhile, maybe left by the Radiant Group.
And facing He Ao this side, a person-sized door had been cut out.
Soone likely modified it later, turning the container into a ’room.’
Boom——
A sound like an explosion ca from within, causing the container to tremble slightly.
He Ao raised his hand, gripping the door handle, gently pushing forward.
Bright glows reflected in his pupils.
The container’s interior was ’roomier’ than imagined.
But traces of items were evident on the floor, recently discarded, leaving a vast empty area.
Nurous bright downlights hung densely from the container’s top, illuminating the area.
At the container’s innermost part was a flat alloy box about two ters wide, over three ters tall, and roughly fifty centiters deep.
It stood vertically on the ground like a wall at the container’s far end.
At this mont, a man in a black combat suit, looking like a rcenary, stood before the alloy box, smiling at He Ao, "We finally et, Mr. Loren."
His attire differed from the rcenaries outside the container, seemingly another type.
The smart glasses displayed his information.
[Kekak]
[D-level criminal]
[Bounty amount: 57,000 federal coins]
[Bounty requirents: Execution, violence permitted]
[Criminal record: Contract killing, organizing illegal activities, attacking company caravans, assassination of city councilor, assassination of Congressman candidate, robbery, murder]
[Ability: suspected D-level Transcendent]
Fifty-seven thousand, seven thousand federal coins more than Mu He, seemingly he too was a ’figure.’
"It seems you value quite a bit?" He Ao studied the man, squinting slightly, "I don’t know what a black-market fighter orphan has that rits your attention."
He shifted his gaze upward, scanning the alloy box behind the man—it seed sturdy, marked by nurous explosions and distorted traces.
The lock on the box has a small silver disk attached to it at the mont.
It seems that for so reason, the box couldn’t be opened, or there wasn’t enough ti to open it, so they had to resort to so ’aggressive’ thods.
This thod appears to be effective because the tal box’s door is currently crooked, and it can be opened at any ti.
Vaguely, He Ao has a foreboding feeling. A divine sense flies out from his fingertip and rges into the door behind him.
"Everyone has their own preciousness," the man in black seems to ignore He Ao’s gaze, smiling as he continues, "To so, you may be worthless, but to others, you might be a treasure that’s hard to find."
He opens his hand, "Of course, there are other important things, like the item you took from the Abnormal in Sanlian Building,"
He smiles at He Ao, "Can you tell where it is?"
"I usually don’t answer questions from people who sound like success ntors." He Ao stares at the man in black, shrugging his shoulders.
The surface thoughts of the man in black are a chaotic ss, evidently trained in professional anti-mind reading.
This kind of training is expensive; ordinary rcenaries generally don’t undertake it, only those professional Transcendent rcenaries or assassins who deal with Transcendents long-term would go for it.
Beep Beep——
A faint sound cos from behind the alloy box; soone is still behind the box.
"I can’t tell the success knowledge you’re referring to," the man in black gazes at He Ao, smiling, "But no matter what knowledge it is, if it can bring energy to people, I think it should be considered good knowledge. I think you should cooperate with ."
"Cooperation is possible," He Ao lowers his gaze, "So, where is my trainer?"
He stares at the man in black, "Since you lured here, shouldn’t you first tell where my trainer is?"
"Sorry," the man in black looks at He Ao, pulling out an electromagnetic rope from behind him, smiling, "It seems you are unwilling to cooperate. I can only take you back first."
Seeing the electromagnetic rope, He Ao furrows his brows slightly, taking a step forward.
Boom——
At this mont, the micro-bombs on the alloy box abruptly explode, blowing the door off directly, which falls to the ground.
And behind He Ao, the door that he opened naturally closes and shuts.
The man in black raises the electromagnetic rope in his hand, but instead of throwing the rope at He Ao, he raises his hand and ties himself up with it.
At this mont, He Ao’s body suddenly halts.
So invisible ’binding’ seems to naturally co into effect on him, directly wrapping his entire body.
The body that advanced lost control abruptly and fell forward with inertia, directly crashing to the ground.
In front of him, the man in black, who tied himself up, lowers his head, smiling as he gazes at him.
Behind the man in black, the objects inside the opened alloy box door also appear in front of He Ao.
It’s a scarecrow dressed in faded gray burlap, its body crafted from stuffed golden straw, and its ’skeleton’ is a real set of bones.
Beyond the long sleeves and trouser legs are joints of white hand and foot bones connected by steel nails, while above the collar, a skull stuffed with straw stands, wearing a yellow straw hat.
The entire scarecrow hangs on a cross made of a long vertical wooden pole and a shorter horizontal one.
The horizontal wooden pole runs through its sleeves, hanging it up, making it look like a person with outstretched arms.
From a distance, this scarecrow stands as if it’s really in a golden field, scaring away birds that steal food.
Feeling the sense of being bound on his body, He Ao looks down at the man in black who tied himself up with electromagnetic chains, his gaze slightly focused.
He looks again at the scarecrow behind the man in black, unable to perceive the ’power’ of this restriction.
Is it so rule?
Is the scarecrow so kind of ’Abnormal’? A movable ’Abnormal’?
Goodness, it’s a prop race, isn’t it?
As He Ao ponders, figures dressed like rcenaries also wearing black combat suits erge from behind the scarecrow, holding black firearms, leaning behind the alloy box, aid at He Ao.
Each of them has a bounty,
Bam——
With a crisp sound, an electric light bursts from their gun muzzles, then splits in midair, landing on He Ao’s hands.
Ka——
With a crisp sound, two electromagnetic rings clamped onto He Ao’s wrists, then suddenly sucked his hands to his back, locking them together.
The glow on He Ao’s bracelet briefly flashed and then quickly extinguished.
Bam Bam Bam——
Following closely were several gunshots.
Two rays of light struck He Ao’s legs, locking them.
Rays of light fell on his body, forming electromagnetic chains that trapped his entire body.
However, He Ao paid no attention to these, focusing instead on the scarecrow, sinking into a brief contemplation.
If it’s an Abnormal, the rules of Abnormal must satisfy rigid conditions.
Then, what’s the rule of this scarecrow?
He looks at the man in black who tied himself up.
Self-binding causes another person to be ’bound’?
This should be a rule.
His gaze shifts to the ’subordinates’ in combat suits holding restraint guns.
These people have never appeared in front of the alloy box containing the scarecrow.
They can’t be in the ’front’ of the scarecrow?
What other rules are there? What happened before triggering the scarecrow?
Closing the door?
At this mont, He Ao furrows his brow slightly, turning his gaze to his arm.
So soft strips are wriggling slowly beneath his skin.
The flow of power throughout his entire body has sohow beco extrely rough, with even the divine sense overflowing from his soul being obstructed. His body seems to be rapidly mutating, with his flesh gradually turning into sothing else.
He observes the clusters of ruffling soft strips—they’re straw?
"Don’t struggle," the man in black standing in front of the scarecrow smiles at He Ao, "Once you’re controlled by the ’Bound Scarecrow,’ your muscles and skin will swiftly turn into real straw, and then you won’t have any strength left."
Bam——
An electromagnetic hunting net descends from above, covering He Ao’s body.
"Is that so?"
He Ao looks at him, smiling.
Boom——
At this mont, the door behind him suddenly opens.
An invisible breeze suddenly drifts through the enclosed cargo container.
Although outside is indoors too, this invisible wind seems to arise, elusive as it is.
Amid the wind, the cross-holding the scarecrow begins to rotate with the ’wind’.
As if it has truly ’co alive’.
However, it doesn’t complete its rotation; the cross’s horizontal pole bumps into the tal behind, leaving a shallow ’groove’ in the sturdy alloy.
"Quick, close the door!"
The people hiding behind the scarecrow panic and take out a remote control, pressing it frantically.
At this mont, the automatic door closer responsible for closing the door has already emitted a massive puff of smoke, and with a creak, it’s completely broken.
"What did you do?" The man in black lowers his gaze, staring at He Ao.
"Or maybe you just have bad luck." He Ao grins at him.
"Fire the capture net, switch to live ammunition," the man in black instructs without hesitation, "Abandon the capture plan, execute him on the spot!"
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