Chapter 319: Chapter 319 Little Baobao vs dusa (Part 1) Chapter 319: Chapter 319 Little Baobao vs dusa (Part 1) Little Baobao’s actions were beyond all of our expectations.
Strictly speaking, every action of this little rascal was unpredictable, including the ti she sneaked into the Copy Body Squad when we went to Azeroth, her nurous appearances in various military restricted areas, and her more than once treating the passing Dingdang as “delicious” and rcilessly chasing it… I absolutely couldn’t understand the thought processes in this little girl’s mind which seed to be randomly selected from a multitude of options…
Alright, I know, all children are like this, carefree and doing as they please, spending their capricious privileges to their heart’s content in the first few years of life. Even if they beco interested in the moon in the sky, their parents can only promise with a smile to fetch it for them in a couple of days—it’s a privilege unique to children—If I were to do it now, big sis would’ve stewed long ago.
Little Baobao should, of course, have such privileges as well, but every ti this girl did sothing astonishing, it was orders of magnitude more serious than what a normal Earth child might do. A regular child, no matter how wilful or imaginative, might at most linger stubbornly outside a toy store, but what about Little Baobao—can you imagine the damage a little rascal like her could do once her whims take over, when her every movent could send tens of thousands of Personal Guards into a frenzy and she can produce tons of high-explosive dangers on her own?
Just think about who created all those cutting-edge weapons that could turn the whole Earth into a honeycomb and you should understand; even if Little Baobao isn’t the sharpest, making a Quantum Bomb or two should still be no problem for her.
Furthermore, as for the four mysteriously appearing words “Quantum Bomb” in my mind, let’s not dwell on those.
Little Baobao was tracking dusa, with the motive “to help daddy catch the bad guys, and then make daddy and the mommies happy.” This naive and touching little resolution might have made happy under different circumstances, but now it’s just making break out in cold sweats.
Scenario one: Little Baobao confronts dusa and gains the upper hand, then the careless little rascal starts dropping bombs all over the city, eradicating K City.
Scenario two: Little Baobao confronts dusa and is at a disadvantage, then the angry little rascal calls for backup, and two hundred Host Guard Soldiers from her Personal Space erge for a saturation attack on the city, eradicating K City.
Scenario three… three my ass! With those two scenarios, everyone’s nearly dead!
I am one hundred percent certain that concepts like “humanitarianism” and “damage control” don’t exist in Little Baobao’s mind!
Unlike Sandora, who had little concept of human casualties, I imdiately thought of all the catastrophic consequences that might occur if Little Baobao and dusa started fighting. The Xyrin Host might not be the strongest in combat, but as everyone knows, the combat strength of summoning-type troops cannot be asured by common sense. Besides, on Earth, a fragile place like this, the harm a Xyrin Host can cause is no less severe than a fully-powered Nuclear Bomb production line.
Thinking about the possibility of earth-shattering explosions in K City and Little Baobao becoming the Human Destroyer sent a chill down my spine: “Have we locked onto Little Baobao’s location?”
Pandora closed her eyes slightly and then emitted an exasperating “beep beep” sound from so corner of her body. Afterward, she opened her eyes and nodded at : “South District.”
I was slightly stunned: “Can’t we get a more precise location?”
“Little Baobao has turned off active location tracking; passive scanning can only be this accurate.”
Well then, the little one’s resolve is indeed firm.
“Who’s closest to it now?” my sister asked as she placed the food on the table while skillfully slapping Sandora’s unruly hand away—there probably aren’t many who’d dare to do that to the Xyrin Empress when she’s in a state of hunger, scouring the Void and all.
“Ah Jun, I’m so hungry…” Sandora pitifully edged closer, her eyes sparkling with a billion stars almost bright enough to blind a dog, “Let’s eat first…”
You used all those dozens of pieces of cake as an appetizer, didn’t you?
“Sicaro is currently in the South District, but he indicated that he’s in an ergency situation and can’t respond.”
“An ergency situation?”
Pandora nodded, “He’s being chased by over a hundred city managers because he was selling CDs right in front of their headquarters.”
The next day we heard news about the city managers of the South District mobilizing en masse to hunt down the brazen pirated disc dealer and, incidentally, eradicate more than twenty street stalls that violated regulations along the way. Of course, that’s a story for another ti.
I almost decided on the spot to lock that Uncle Hei Chao away in solitary confinent until Doomsday.
“Send in Scorpion,” I thought for a mont and still felt it was more reliable to have soone there in person. “Little Baobao is too heavy-handed. If she gets flustered and summons her subordinate Host Guard Soldiers, and they turn the city into a firestorm, we’d have no face to face the harmonious society.”
Although I wasn’t too concerned about whether Little Baobao would get inspired to annihilate a city, since I brought it up, Pandora would, of course, follow orders unconditionally. Vega, that special operations soldier, usually had nothing much to do, and that aloof sister had no personal hobbies apart from collecting cold weapons. She’s either rusting away in her own equipnt bay or abusing newbies on the training field. Now sending her to act as a bodyguard was most fitting. Moreover, when it cos to small-scale rapid reaction operations, none of my commanders could match that Scorpion whose full power operation was akin to a at grinder.
At that mont, in K city’s oldest and most chaotic area, the South District, dusa walked through a disordered alley with a troubled heart.
No matter how rapid the progress of urbanization, areas like this that are decayed and chaotic will still exist. They’re corners forgotten by most, called the rotten scars of the city’s growth by “upper society”, seen as breeding grounds for various sins and improper conduct, the last refuge for the marginalized people known as the “Marginal People”. They are islands of opulence in an otherwise glamorous world, isolated by invisible walls to form another kingdom. Here, normal order and rules might suddenly cease to apply at a certain point in a street, and on the other end of that street, everyone adheres to another set of laws that are far more effective: in chaotic zones, only the fittest survive.
Of course, real dark forces wouldn’t consider such places worth their attention, but for the roars stuck in the bottom layers and the chaotic little gangs, these places are undoubtedly a paradise on Earth.
Perhaps so greenhorns or those with grand ambitions might want to change it all, using their immature strengths to shake what seems to be an extrely chaotic but entrenched and sturdy scar. However, everything exists for a reason, and such chaotic districts naturally have theirs, just like how even the most splendid cathedrals have sewers, and the most magnificent cities need such corners to hide their filth. If such districts disappeared, the sludge they contain would inevitably flow into the surrounding areas, a clearly detrintal outco. Thus, places like the South District naturally take root in K city, standing firm despite the many changes in the great world outside, occupying a small corner of the city. Although by area, the South District constituted less than one-fifth of K city, it beca a zone that gave even the best managers a headache.
Well, it’s also a place where even the most powerful force of city guard troops might feel at a loss. That’s why a certain Uncle Hei Chao could so happily conduct his pirated disk market there and almost monopolize the unlicensed vendor scene in the South District. But the legend of Uncle Hei Chao in the South District is dood to history; his mistake was thinking of the city guard headquarters as so sort of second-hand wholesale market, which ended up provoking the wrath of humanity’s strongest terrestrial force…
Ahem, anyway, when it cos to hiding traces, such chaotic districts are truly the most comforting.
For dusa, however, lurking in such an “inferior” area was a necessary act of reluctance.
The surveillance from that “eye” was becoming more and more frequent. The energy interference devices developed by the organization to counter Superpower Users had a limited effect in the face of the enemy. After several losses inflicted by sudden attacks from Superpower Users, dusa could now be sure that the lurking danger in the city wasn’t just the Superpower Team; another force, deeper hidden than Olympus, might be erging. If she wanted to complete her mission, the only choice was to leverage the chaos of this district…
Even though that “eye” had tracked her movent, considering the chaotic state of this space, both the Superpower Team and that mysterious organization would presumably display so hesitation, buying her enough ti to relocate. From this, it seed that the facade of righteousness upheld by those pretenders—Hypocrisy—was indeed a useful thing to exploit…
The string of failures had left the upper echelons of the organization deeply disappointed in her. The report on the “ghost attack” she encountered hadn’t received any response until now. If her contributions and loyalty to the organization weren’t so well-docunted, those seniors might even have doubted whether she was using these events as an excuse to evade her responsibilites. But that wasn’t the worst of it; despite a string of failures, she still couldn’t leave this ss, just because beneath this city could lie a significant amount of Divine Treasure. Until she found traces of those ancient relics, she couldn’t leave no matter what.
However, the organization’s recent actions were puzzling; they continued to collect information on Divine Treasures but abruptly halted transactions with several affiliated groups. They also stopped “hunting” smaller Superpower Teams, and there was an apparent shift in what the higher-ups were focused on…
Who knows what those superiors were thinking?
However, dusa didn’t need to pay attention to what the senior mbers were up to; she just needed to complete her mission. She had to finish that damned task of finding the ancient ruins beneath City K and then escape from this increasingly perilous city. After the continuous failures, dusa now felt no sense of security at all.
Especially after encountering that ghost—how could such inexplicable entities exist in the world? Perhaps it was a phenonon caused by the abilities of the Mysterious system? To this day, dusa was still unable to understand the harrowing encounter that night. She had felt no energy fluctuations related to superpowers from that eerie life form, and who was the man who appeared after? According to her intelligence, such a man didn’t exist among the upper ranks of the Superpower Teams, and most information regarding powerful superpower users and their organizations should be controlled by Olympus…
“Damn… Have they not been shaken off yet…” dusa muttered as she moved through a narrow passageway filled with debris in a district of abandoned buildings. Breathing slightly heavily beside a wall covered with various scratches and colorful paint, she realized that, although she had been enhanced by the organization’s genetic drugs, her physical strength was not as exceptional compared to her superpowers.
About an hour ago, the mysterious chaser had appeared in her perception. An hour had passed, and she had fled from the bustling city center to this place, but the pursuer still loitered not too far or too close within her perception, without even attempting to conceal their presence. This felt like a blatant provocation.
Well, in fact, it was just that a newcor had forgotten to activate their energy interference device on their first independent mission.
dusa, however, was not in the mood to be angry at this provocation. What concerned her was the lack of prying from that “eye.”
After such a prolonged shadowy battle, she had never t the eye directly but had beco very familiar with its probing. The absence of that familiar sensation suggested that this pursuer was not a mber of the Superpower Team but likely a mber of the mysterious force.
dusa had an inexplicable fear of that mysterious force, feeling as if every move she made was sabotaged once they got involved…
After taking a brief rest, the pursuer seed to stop just like they had done from the start. dusa could sense that they were less than ten ters behind her, but when she turned around, the place was still deserted.
“It can’t be an invisibility power,” dusa murmured to herself, though she didn’t actually believe that. From the beginning, she hadn’t felt any energy fluctuations attributable to superpowers from them… It was truly strange.
It was just as eerie as that ghost.
mbers of Olympus pursued an understanding of superpowers far beyond that of ordinary superpower users through their study of Divine Treasures. Each of them underwent special training and could rely on re intuition to sense the spiritual power fluctuations produced near them by the activation of superpowers. But dusa couldn’t sense any such disturbance from this person; it was as if they were rely a lump of iron with no spiritual power—which was utterly ridiculous.
“Co out, I know you’re right there.”
In the end, dusa still spoke up, not believing that the other was following her for so long rely because of a love for tailing people. Since the other party wouldn’t show himself, she could only try to provoke so reaction with this thod, even if it were just a re movent. To tell the truth, the eeriness of the situation already had dusa feeling a bit of psychic sensitivity.
A mighty Olympus superpower user certainly wouldn’t be so fragile. The reason dusa was pushed to frustration by a re unseen assailant was entirely due to the attack she had suffered from Anwina last ti: the rampant Dead Souls had almost torn her soul to shreds, rampaging through her Spirit Sea and causing havoc. Though her injuries had been nded afterwards, the psychological trauma was not so easily repaired…
It was originally just an expression of hopelessness, rely an outburst to vent the repression within her, but to dusa’s surprise, the other actually responded.
The air in front of her began to twist in unnatural ways as unidentified, foreign energies stirred and then all converged into the transparent ripples that appeared out of nowhere.
No way, he’s coming out just like that? Then what the hell was the point of my running and terror for over an hour?
At this mont, dusa felt like she almost wanted to cry.
Let’s take a mont here to interject with a friendly ssage: Little Baobao really is a good, obedient child, tearfully…
And when the transparent ripples finally stabilized and a small figure walked out from within, dusa decided that she indeed had to cry…
A little girl with a lollipop in her mouth, donning a cute white princess dress that, at this mont, only made dusa feel more speechless. Judging by her naive face and the tragically standard height of one ter eleven, the child’s estimated age was definitely no more than ten years. After all this trouble, the one chasing after her was this little brat!?
Wait, no, that’s not right!
dusa imdiately cut off the contempt that had sprung up within her. A little brat? The power of a superpower user couldn’t be judged by age. Not to ntion the rare ability of “invisibility,” she had managed to follow high-speed moving dusa and evaded her definitive freezing attacks multiple tis. Just based on these two points alone, this “little girl” in front couldn’t be underestimated.
It seed that the mysterious organization was indeed not simple, training even such a young child to beco a lethal assassin, huh?
Even though the other was smiling sweetly, even though there was still a regrettable lollipop in her mouth, even though…
Although she didn’t want to admit it, upon seeing the outfit of the little girl in front of her, it was indeed hard to muster any fighting spirit!!
“Guga guga guga!!”
While dusa was in a state of conflict for so subtle reasons, the little girl in front suddenly spoke, carefully placing the lollipop in a small box before securing it close to her body. Then, pointing at herself with one hand and with an expression of righteousness, she uttered the above-ntioned cute and incomprehensible words.
“Guga guga guga?” dusa’s expression abruptly stiffened, followed by a twitch at the corner of her mouth. “What is that supposed to an…”
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