When Captain Ouyang issued his command, the chaotic Fifth District was in motion.
Everywhere—on walls, the ground, and even in glass reflections—appeared the image of little girls carrying small pumpkin lanterns and sporting pigtails.
They stared at Uncle Gun, their delicate hands reaching out from all directions towards him.
At first glance, it seed like slender white mushrooms had sprouted everywhere, intersecting and grasping for his bald head.
Uncle Gun’s sowhat plump figure moved nimbly, an unexpected feat in such a dense array of shadows.
Almost no one could jump freely through these projections, but he managed to do so, adhering to the principles of the Golden Ratio. (Note: Golden Ratio is associated with Order)
If there was only one path to escape a tangled ss, those who followed the Golden Ratio would see it first.
The Soul‑Devouring Banshee’s power descended like a rain of projections.
Its coverage was broad, but threatening the Transcendent Team, who followed the rules of order, was extrely difficult.
As he leaped, Uncle Gun heard Captain Ouyang’s command through the communicator:
“Do everything in your power to stop the demon power field from corrupting the district, prevent the demon projections from attacking civilians…”
Just as he was about to leave, he stopped, perford a backflip, and landed on a streetlight beam. Turning around, he saw countless twisted, crowded images of little girls stretching towards him.
Uncle Gun took a deep breath, and his pupils suddenly transford into a peculiar shape, reflecting a triangular pattern with a complete circle inside.
The next mont, his body exuded an unusual aura.
Though he stood loosely on the streetlight beam, his posture was ticulously adjusted to perfection.
It was as if this stance had been refined to an extre, giving the impression that this was how one should stand.
Like a trainee from a strict studio, even a smile would be rigorously managed.
If he were just protecting himself, he could leave.
After all, the Soul‑Devouring Banshee’s power was hard to counter, but harming the Order System was almost impossible.
However, since the captain ordered him to stop the demon projections from destroying the city, he decided to retaliate.
“Little granddaughter…”
Uncle Gun assud a perfectly standardized stance on the streetlight, his shotgun slowly aiming forward.
He focused on one girl, which ant focusing on all of them.
Then he frowned, his eyes filled with disgust: “Why aren’t your pigtails the sa length on both sides?”
This wasn’t a joke; he genuinely detested the asymtry, like seeing shoes of different colors.
The next mont, he fired his shotgun.
The attack wasn’t just a bullet; it was a conceptual power that spread over a certain area, dispersing force like nurous arrows targeting every “error” in his line of sight, determined to eliminate them.
“Whoosh…”
The scattered demon projections were blown into chaos, unable to coalesce.
One blast cleared the area, even sweeping away the radiating demon energy field.
Like falling dominoes, even the projections that Wei Wei couldn’t effectively kill were no match for Uncle Gun.
“Everyone, I’m Uncle Gun.”
“I’ll be roaming the Seventh District, eliminating all Soul‑Devouring Banshee projections in my sight!”
“Please assist when convenient.”
Uncle Gun retracted his shotgun and spoke into the communicator, his voice becoming extrely regular and strict.
He twisted his body and leaped onto a nearby building, disappearing from view.
…
…
“Ask for directions?”
In the dead of night, Ye Feifei encountered a little girl asking for directions.
Others might have reacted differently, but Ye Feifei was eager to help.
However, before she could respond, another little girl appeared, asking the sa question in the sa tone and expression:
“Sister, can I ask you for directions?”
“…”
Her heart skipped a beat as she saw a third, fourth, fifth…
In the distance, more little girls carrying pumpkin lanterns appeared, surrounding her.
Demon projections would randomly appear in an area unless specifically arranged.
Each projection would instinctively seek a spiritual entity unless soone with a strong demon energy field was nearby, drawing the projections’ attention.
It was like being in a flood; the broader the surface, the stronger the impact…
Ye Feifei’s energy field wasn’t strong, but she seed to have an invisible vortex around her.
It drew the projections that should have been scattered, gathering them around her.
Facing over a dozen identical little girls, Ye Feifei couldn’t respond.
She blinked, suddenly threw her ice cream, and shouted as she ran backward: “Ghost!”
The alley behind her was the only escape route.
But Ye Feifei tripped on the curb just as she turned around.
Many slender arms stretched out from behind, grabbing at her head, but missed.
The little girls bent down again, reaching for the back of her head.
“Ow…”
Just then, Lucky’s blue sports car roared up, casting a blinding light.
She was still in the car when she perford a drift, turning the vehicle around and looking out the window to see Ye Feifei surrounded by the little girls.
She shook her head, remarking: “Captain Ouyang’s level only attracted three projections, but you drew over a dozen… You’re truly a born jinx…”
“…”
Ye Feifei was surrounded, and even Uncle Gun might not be able to rescue her.
But Lucky simply narrowed her eyes, her hand extending from the still-moving car window, holding a small, elegant handgun that looked more like a decoration.
Her pupils showed a white mist as she whispered: “Lucky Bullet.”
“Bang!”
She fired the bullet without aiming, not even looking where it would go.
Even if it hit, the bullet wouldn’t harm the demon projections, but it might kill Ye Feifei.
Yet Lucky fired without hesitation.
The bullet, once it left the gun, seed to gain freedom, flying carelessly with the force of the gunpowder.
It flew to a building several dozen ters away from Ye Feifei, hitting the marble base and ricocheting off it, changing direction by 180 degrees.
It landed on a nearby utility pole’s transforr.
The next mont, the transforr exploded.
Three or four sparking wires flew out like fireworks, intertwining.
Like a burst of electricity, they swept past Ye Feifei’s body.
“Hum…”
The row of little girls in front of Ye Feifei flickered uncertainly.
The high‑voltage current disrupted the demon power field, creating a temporary gap.
The gap was directly in front of Lucky’s car.
Lucky didn’t even glance over; she calmly retracted her handgun and stopped the car, opening the other door.
“Get in.”
“…”
Once Ye Feifei stumbled into the car, Lucky floored it, starting the car before the little girls could catch up.
She picked up the communicator: “I’ve got Feifei. I’ll drive her around the district. Gun Uncle, report your position so I can bring you so gifts.”
…
…
Lucky was truly amazing…
In another direction, Wei Wei was sincerely admiring her.
He believed it was Lucky’s lucky underwear that made his plan so successful.
He dispelled the death aura, charging forward through endless illusions.
The Soul‑Devouring Banshee’s projections made it hard for him to distinguish the path.
He simply floored the accelerator, driving recklessly along the blurry road.
In a way, it was like driving blind.
But he managed to drive from the Seventh District to the Ninth without damaging the car, which made him grateful for the magical underwear.
The Jeep roared, performing a tailspin as it charged through the demonic shadows into another street.
Ahead, the twisted illusions grew fainter, nearing disappearance.
It was like approaching the calm center of a storm at sea.
Wei Wei’s lips curled into a smile as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and reached for his gun handle with the other.
The Jeep sped closer to the hospital without slowing down.
The engine roared, ready to crash into the building.
“Vroom…”
But just then, a motorcycle sound echoed, and a bike leaped from the third floor of a nearby building.
Captain Ouyang, clad in a silver windbreaker, descended like a teor, surrounded by the reflections of shattered glass.
He crashed into the hospital entrance with a loud bang.
The speed was so high that the motorcycle almost flew off.
“Screech…”
Wei Wei was startled, slamming on the brakes.
He nearly crashed into Captain Ouyang’s motorcycle.
His crazed expression vanished, and he jumped out of the car, rushing to salute the captain.
“Captain…”
“…”
Captain Ouyang took a deep breath, smoothed his hair, and turned to look at Wei Wei with surprise.
Despite the intense impact, his hair, thick with hair wax, didn’t budge, though there seed to be a cheap lipstick stain on his face.
“How did you end up here?”
His expression was sowhat annoyed: “I didn’t tell you to change your mission objective midway.”
“…”
“I…”
Wei Wei looked embarrassed, hurrying to explain: “You didn’t give a task earlier, so I ca over.”
“Didn’t I give you a task?”
Captain Ouyang thought for a mont; he might have only assigned tasks to the veteran mbers in his haste.
“You, as a new mber, shouldn’t rush into such a dangerous place… What if sothing happens?”
“…”
“Captain…”
Wei Wei smiled, pulling out the gun he had hidden behind him: “Let’s get to work first!”
“You see, I’m already here…”
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