Content Warning
Graphic depictions of violence and death. It includes scenes of murder, dismemberment, and blood.
Chapter 107
“So reliable, it’s great when it’s free!”
Two hours later.
In a military base filled with swirling sand.
“Are you done or not? When I reported your death to the command, my tone was obviously very sorrowful!” Amatullah snatched the machete from the militant, reversed it, and stabbed the opponent through, then kicked the corpse away, turning back angrily, “I was so sorrowful that I almost cried, okay? That passionate tone was expressing shock! That twisted smile was me holding back tears! How many times do I have to say it before you believe me?”
Boom!
Antonio unleashed a vacuum shield, repelling the militants from all directions, furious, “Are you messing with me? Who the hell holds back tears with a smile like they just saved twenty million?!”
“I told you it was a misunderstanding. My eyes were filled with sorrowful tears!”
Antonio, seething with anger, turned back, “Bai-ge, you tell me…”
“Hey, babe, have you eaten?” On the rooftop of a nearby building, Bai Sheng was leisurely squatting, admiring his neatly trimmed nails under the light, and casually speaking into his tactical earpiece, “Oh, me? Not yet. Ah, with all this blood and gore, there’s no time to eat. Once those two finish up, I’ll take you to this amazing Egyptian restaurant…”
The two, in the midst of the fierce battle, simultaneously fell silent for half a second.
“You just want to use my death as an excuse to forfeit that twenty million budget!” Antonio was filled with resentment.
Amatullah: “If you insist on thinking that way, there’s nothing I can do!”
·
Due to the effect of the S-class ultimate move No War Zone, all military facilities in the entire base were rendered inoperative, even the armored vehicles on the roadside couldn’t start. The unlucky trio had to walk several kilometers to the meteorite base.
Most of the militants occupying the ground were human followers of the Round Table, whose hatred, discrimination, and desire to sever ties with ordinary people were even more intense than that of the evolutionists. With firearms inoperative, they even made petrol bombs and Molotov cocktails in their desperate resistance, frantically trying to prove their worship and loyalty to extreme evolution.
Fortunately, this level of resistance was merely an ant trying to stop a chariot in front of S-class evolutionists. Antonio alone could easily knock them down, while Bai Sheng and Amatullah went to rescue the staff held captive in various places, treating the severely injured and sending them to safe hiding spots.
With a loud boom, Antonio collapsed the high wall and electric fence blocking their path. Amatullah waved away the flying sand and gravel, coughing twice from the dust:
“Reporting to command, we have reached the entrance of the meteorite base ahead!”
Behind the half-collapsed high-voltage electric fence lay a vast minefield, with a heavy-duty lift in the center, presumably leading directly to the underground high-pressure meteorite chamber.
“Very well, action took two hours and twenty minutes, successfully reaching the central area of the target.” Bai Sheng stepped on a landmine plate with one foot, hands in his pockets, turned around leisurely as if playing a balancing game, and asked with a smile, “How do we divide the tasks next? Hurry up; I still need to take Supervisor Shen for some lamb chops.”
“Antonio will clear the remaining enemy forces on the ground. I will use my clearance to send Mr. Bai down, then wait outside the Tyrant’s sweep range. Once Mr. Bai successfully rescues the hostages and returns to the surface, I will handle the final comprehensive suppression.” Amatullah looked around at the two people on her left and right and asked, “Aim to complete the mission within 90 minutes. Any questions?”
The best thing about Bai Sheng was his easy-going nature; as long as it didn’t affect him taking Shen Zhuo for lamb chops, he had no issue with any arrangement. Even if Antonio had complaints, he had no place to vent them, reluctantly rolling his eyes and grumbling briefly, “Hmph.”
Amatullah was annoyed, “What kind of attitude is that?”
“Twenty million only gets you this level of service. Change it to two hundred million, and I guarantee the battle will be resolved in half an hour. Change it to two billion, and I’ll even clean your shoes for you. Deal?”
“………………”
Amatullah patted him on the collar and encouraged him with a smile: “This attitude is very good, keep it up.”
Antonio crossed his arms, looking like he wanted to reform the workplace, while Amatullah turned to Bai Sheng and quietly added, “It’s not about the money, I’m just being polite because of his big chest and firm butt…”
Bai Sheng said understandingly, “Got it, got it.”
·
Possibly due to being established in the center of a military zone, the security level of this Egyptian meteorite base was clearly not as stringent as the previous St. Carter’s Castle; at least there was no granite mega-door built outside to withstand a nuclear explosion.
Amatullah stepped over the already inactive minefield, using a combination of palm print, iris, and access code to open the alloy door of the lift.
“Rescue the president, and I’ll treat you to lamb chops.” The female supervisor had a sincere negotiating look on her face, “Even if you can’t rescue him, save the meteorite chamber, and I’ll treat you to a sweet couple’s tour of the pharaoh’s tomb. Five hundred camels will form a huge line of ‘I LOVE U’ in the desert, guaranteed to make Supervisor Shen so moved he’ll cry in your arms, okay?”
Bai Sheng thought for a moment, then covered his tactical earpiece with one hand and whispered, “There’s something I’ve been too embarrassed to say. There’s no surveillance inside your pyramids, right? I want to take Supervisor Shen to experience spending a night inside…”
Amatullah had a look of admiration on her face, like, “WTF, you guys really play that wild.” She pondered for five seconds, and gave a thumbs up: “Deal!”
Bai Sheng nodded in satisfaction as the alloy doors of the elevator closed with a roar in front of him, rapidly descending.
In the command center, people were coming and going, with high-ranking officials discussing matters not far behind. Shen Zhuo was leaning back in a swivel chair in front of the command table, legs relaxedly crossed, one hand supporting his forehead, and the other holding the command mic: “What did you just say to Amatullah?”
On the other end of the communication, the elevator was descending rapidly in the vertical shaft, and the pressure gauge above was still increasing in number. Bai Sheng leaned his shoulder against the metal wall, one hand stroking the tactical earpiece, tenderly as if caressing a lover’s ear, and smiled: “I talked about my childhood dream.”
Shen Zhuo: “?”
With a dull boom, the elevator suddenly stopped, the overhead lights flickering a few times.
“Be careful, the energy monitor shows a gathering of evolutionists outside the elevator, likely planning an ambush.” Shen Zhuo sat up straight with a frown, his eyes reflecting the constantly changing numbers on the monitor screen, “There are quite a few, thirteen… fourteen…”
Pop!
The overhead bulb burst, and in the darkness, Bai Sheng stretched his neck:
“It’s okay, I’ll take you to the pyramids tonight.”
Shen Zhuo didn’t understand what was going on. In the elevator opposite, Bai Sheng took out his left hand from his trouser pocket and made a lazy swipe—
Tyrant 1.0 activated.
The phantom of the Wolf King descended from the void, accompanied by an earth-shaking howl. The two giant alloy doors flew off like cannonballs, with a sonic boom sweeping out!
The sound waves surged in all directions, instantly covering the entire bunker.
The more than ten evolutionists outside had no time to resist, instantly regressing in the terrifying sound waves, being thrown against the walls one after another, with bones snapping and limbs shattering, then being torn to pieces by the airflow.
There were two or three survivors who had only broken their limbs and were rolling on the ground screaming. They wanted to fight back desperately but had lost their special powers. They could only watch Bai Sheng walk out of the elevator with his hands in his pockets and walk towards them like the god of death.
“No… no…”
“Stay away, stay away!”
“Babe, how many intruders are there?” The handsome grim reaper asked while walking, rubbing his neck, passing by them without even looking, and heading steadily towards the depths of the tunnel, his tone even carrying a bit of a spoiled tone: “I just dealt with a few randomly. It’s so stuffy down here; I should have brought a bottle of water…”
“—I-I’ve seen you before,” suddenly an evolutionist with a broken leg on the ground widened his eyes, staring at Bai Sheng’s back in disbelief: “I’ve seen you; you’re that, that…”
Bai Sheng stopped in his tracks.
“I remember your name! You—”
Bai Sheng turned around, looking down at the evolutionist, his eyes devoid of any smile, but his voice to the earpiece seemed still smiling:
“Babe, there’s some signal interference.”
Then he cut off the communication, took out the earpiece, and put it in his pocket.
“—You’re that Bai, the S-class! You’ve been to the Round Table! You followed the Bishop, then went to Shenhai; you’re, you’re clearly one of us!!”
The other evolutionists’ faces changed dramatically, but Bai Sheng calmly looked down at the man, saying indifferently: “The true Round Table has been buried with the Bishop…”
“You guys should go join them.”
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.
With a clear snap, the heads of the intruders simultaneously separated from their bodies, blood spraying several meters!
The river of blood reflected in Bai Sheng’s cold eyes, without a trace of emotion, as he turned and walked deeper into the bunker.
·
“Command center calling, command center calling, Bai Sheng? Are you still there?” Shen Zhuo repeated it twice, finally sighing helplessly, casually taking off the command mic and tossing it on the table, muttering: “Too fast.”
The other command personnel were in contact with Amatullah and Antonio, respectively, with only Bai Sheng’s line under Shen Zhuo’s responsibility. Shui Ronghua, sitting on another chair by the console, laughed: “It’s okay; watching the energy fluctuation readings on site is the same.”
The witch’s spiritual body floated lightly on the table, resting her cheek on her hand, bored: “Babe, I also want to eat that super delicious Egyptian food.”
Shui Ronghua looked at her with affection: “No problem, dear; we’ll go later. What do you want to eat?”
“Little lamb chops.”
“…”
Shen Zhuo got up to pour a cup of coffee, with staff members respectfully greeting and making way for him—everyone knew that this high-ranking supervisor of Shenhai was powerful, closely related to their boss Amatullah, and had the backing of that tyrant, who could overthrow everything with force.
Shen Zhuo nodded politely, returned to his seat, and Shui Ronghua teasingly asked: “How does it feel?”
“?” Shen Zhuo raised an eyebrow.
“How does it feel to have someone backing you up?”
“……”
Shen Zhuo’s expression became subtle, he sat down, took a sip of coffee, and looked at the energy fluctuation screen above, then said indifferently after a while: “You know, in school, I always handled more than ninety percent of any group project or assignment myself, right?”
Shui Ronghua made a listening gesture.
” I conduct experiments, I record data, I write discussions, and finally, I make the PPT. Occasionally, group members would join me for the presentation, but most of the time, I am responsible for answering all the questions, so every time there’s group work, I am the most sought-after in the class.”
“Until one time in a cross-disciplinary project, I met a control-freak senior sister from the chemistry department. She didn’t allow any of us to touch that assignment. So, she conducted the experiment, recorded the data, wrote the discussion, and finally made the PPT. I only sat beside her quietly as an accessory during the final presentation. Do you know how I felt at that time?”
Shuironghua shook her head expectantly, only to see Shen Zhuo put down his coffee cup, turn his face, and say expressionlessly:
“It was awesome. Being carried by a pro.”
Shui Ronghua: “…”
“But that only happened once in my entire academic career, because the senior sister was also highly sought-after, and everyone thought putting us together was a waste of manpower.” Shen Zhuo shrugged regretfully, “Later, I always felt meeting Chen Miao was my karma.”
Shuironghua: “Hahaha——”
“Supervisor Shen.”
Suddenly, a voice came from behind. Shen Zhuo turned around and saw it was the EHPBC council chairman.
“—No need, no need.” The chairman gestured for Shui Ronghua not to stand up and salute, shook hands with Shen Zhuo, and looked at the real-time ability monitoring behind him: “I am here to once again express my sincere gratitude to Mr. Bai. I didn’t expect him to handle all the intruders at the meteorite base alone… The operation went so smoothly, I am truly grateful.”
Shen Zhuo released his hand and said simply, “It’s nothing, just my duty.”
Although they had lost contact with Bai Sheng, the on-site ability fluctuations showed that all the intruders in the meteorite base had been reverted to humans by the tyrant’s sound waves and had lost their thermal weapons due to the S-class ultimate move, No War Zone. At this moment, they were practically defenseless lambs to be slaughtered.
The only ability fluctuation on the scene was Bai Sheng’s. He traversed the tunnels invincibly, already smoothly entering the deepest layer of the bunker, almost reaching the hostages’ location.
“…Um,” the council chairman swallowed nervously, perhaps due to the heat of the desert area. Sweat soaked his red sideburns, which he wiped uncomfortably: “Supervisor Shen.”
Shen Zhuo slightly raised an eyebrow, politely gesturing for him to speak.
The chairman’s chapped lips moved slightly, as if he had the impulse to say something, but a few seconds later, he forcibly swallowed it back, awkwardly laughing and making small talk:
“Regarding the last hearing on the Qinghai explosion, about the witness Su Jiqiao, I hope you don’t misunderstand…”
This chairman was actually in the same political alliance as Cameron. At that time, both of them wanted to use Su Jiqiao to bring Shen Zhuo down, so that the Security Council could take over the HRG plan. Unexpectedly, Su Jiqiao turned on them in public.
But that matter was in the past. Shen Zhuo calmly said, “It’s nothing, I understand.”
“It was just a normal investigation procedure, part of the council’s workflow… No misunderstanding, that’s good, that’s good.” The council chairman forced a smile, hesitated for a moment, then uneasily rubbed his hands: “Well, I won’t disturb your work anymore.”
He turned and walked towards the group of senior officials not far away, his back looking somewhat disoriented. Shen Zhuo squinted his eyes in confusion.
The conversation was too awkward.
For a few seconds, he suddenly had a vague feeling that the chairman was restless because of some hidden matter.
…Was it an illusion?
It couldn’t be that he only now started to fear offending Bai Sheng, right?
“Supervisor Shen!” At this moment, a commander hurriedly approached, “The on-site signal feedback shows that Mr. Bai has successfully entered the lead-lined high-pressure chamber and should have started rescuing the hostages!”
Shen Zhuo snapped back to reality, turning to look at the surveillance screen.
——Swipe!
An arc of light flashed, and a headless body fell to the ground with a bang, splattering blood everywhere.
Bai Sheng crossed the headless corpse indifferently, walking towards the metal gate ahead.
This was already the deepest layer of the meteorite base, a giant tungsten alloy gate weighing twenty tons blocked the way, behind which was the lead-lined high-pressure chamber storing the evolution source.
The Round Table Society’s evolutionists had taken the country’s president hostage, threatening the government to give the password to the high-pressure chamber. They were currently hiding behind this door.
Bai Sheng’s blood-stained fingers reached into his pocket, seemingly wanting to confirm the tactical earpiece was still in the off state with this action, then he stood still before the door.
Senior members of the Round Table Society were hiding inside, possibly including the current bishop, Pardes. All of them knew him.
… Luckily, the two supervisors didn’t follow him down, Bai Sheng thought nonchalantly.
Otherwise, the trouble of eliminating them behind their backs would at least double.
He took a deep breath, pressed his fingertips against the seam of the tungsten alloy gate, and suddenly exerted force—
His shoulders, arms, and waist muscles tensed to the extreme, generating a terrifying force of hundreds of tons. The massive metal door roared as he forcibly opened it!
Boom!
The ground shook, the surroundings trembled, and chaotic screams from inside the door greeted him. Some people rolled and crawled backward, others shouted hysterically, and all eyes reflected the descending Bai Sheng as if they were seeing a devil appearing out of thin air.
“Don’t, don’t come closer! Don’t come any closer!!” Someone pressed a knife against the president’s throat, screaming hysterically, “If you come closer, I’ll kill him! I’ll kill him!!”
The poor president was tied to a chair, his mouth stuffed, and his face already pale. Blood trickled from his throat under the knife blade.
Bai Sheng glanced around, raising his eyebrows in surprise.
There were more than thirty young evolutionists in the underground dome, all looking radical and fanatical, like incited students, with most evolution levels below C.
None of the senior members looked familiar to him, and there was no sign of Pardes.
Did the Round Table Society really just leave a group of cannon fodder here?
“Don’t come… Don’t come closer…” The captor trembled violently, dragging the hostage’s chair backward. If not for the chair, he might have collapsed already. “I will kill, I will kill…”
Bai Sheng fixed his gaze on him, observing for a moment.
Then he shook his head and clicked his tongue lightly, stepping towards the crowd with one hand in his pocket and casually flicking the other upward.
It was an elegant gesture, like that of an orchestra conductor. Over thirty streams of air condensed into transparent steel cables, binding all the evolutionists and flinging them against the wall!
Everyone rolled around in a mess, shouting, begging, and cursing in various languages. Bai Sheng ignored them, stepping forward to break the ropes on the president, helping the poor hostage who had been tied up for over twenty hours, and using his healing ability to stop the bleeding from the president’s throat, casually offering some comfort.
“Who… who are you?” The president stammered, “I won’t give you the password, I don’t know the password; there’s no password…”
Bai Sheng made a shushing gesture: “It’s okay, alright, I was just exploited by them to save you.”
Not far away, the lead-lined high-pressure chamber stood intact in the darkness, while more than thirty young people were firmly fixed to the ground, struggling and cursing continuously. Bai Sheng squatted down, like a hunter observing prey, listening intently for a while. No one could tell what he was thinking from his expressionless face.
After a while, his gaze swept over each desperate and twisted face, landing on the captor who had held the knife to the hostage’s throat. He asked calmly:
“Did Pardes send you?”
“We, we are here for human evolution, for the future of our race…” The captor, probably not even twenty, was already consumed by fear, babbling incoherently while shaking violently: “Why, why should the evolution source be controlled by the upper echelons? The people should also evolve, the people are also qualified, we are the heroes saving humanity…”
Bai Sheng did not respond, standing up.
His shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his slender, beautiful hands were covered in blood that dripped from his fingertips, quickly forming a small puddle at his feet. Through the twisted tungsten alloy gate behind him, the tunnel was littered with corpses of higher-class evolutionists from the Round Table Society, at least A or B level.
The sight was horrifying, gruesome, all killed by him.
“…Don’t kill me, don’t kill me…” A young student muttered nervously, then burst into tears: “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, please don’t kill me—!”
Bai Sheng closed his eyes briefly, then finally let out a short laugh.
There was a bit of mockery in that smile. Then he casually flicked a small stone, hitting the person’s forehead with a snap, and lazily said:
“Study well, little hero.”
He helped the trembling president up with one hand and walked out of the massive metal gate.
·
Two electric currents buzzed, and a few seconds later, a drawling voice came through the command center’s communication: “Calling command center, calling command center, is anyone there?”
“Mr. Bai!”
“Mr. Bai’s communication is back!”
Shen Zhuo listened intently, and amidst the static, Bai Sheng’s cheerful voice came through: “Hostage rescue mission accomplished, the president is unharmed… maybe a bit scared. Estimated return to the surface in twenty minutes.”
Everyone in the command center breathed a sigh of relief, and Shen Zhuo leaned back into his swivel chair silently.
“—Supervisor Shen.”
At this moment, the council chairman walked quickly over, followed by a group of EHPBC officials. Shen Zhuo stood up, and the chairman coughed dryly: “We are preparing to hold a press conference immediately after the successful rescue, and Mr. Bai and the two Supervisors will be flown to the venue by helicopter to announce the recapture of the meteorite base to the public.”
“…”
Shen Zhuo hesitated for a moment, but it was hard to object under everyone’s gaze, so he said, “There’s no need for such a grand ceremony. I’ll first notify Director-general Cameron…”
“Director-General Cameron will also attend the press conference, as it’s an international event.”
The chairman paused, then sincerely extended his hand in front of all the officials: “For safety’s sake, could we invite you to come with us?”
·
Meanwhile, outside the meteorite base.
Amatullah, feeling relieved, jumped down from the high-voltage fence: “So reliable, it’s great when it’s free!”
Antonio: “…”
Footsteps could be heard on the other end of the communicator, likely Bai Sheng supporting the stumbling president as they walked forward: “To be honest, it’s a bit strange. It was much easier than we initially thought… We’ll talk more when we get up there. Have my pyramid night tour double tickets been booked?”
Amatullah kindly responded: “Don’t worry, handsome. I’ll have a bed brought into the pyramid for you later. What kind would you like? Water bed? Wicker bed? Air mattress? How about I get you a giant pharaoh’s sarcophagus for a different kind of thrill?”
Antonio’s voice came from the side: “Have you ever thought that the ‘free labor’ you mentioned is actually paid for by Supervisor Shen in the end…”
Amatullah was shocked: “Isn’t choosing Supervisor Shen worth it? Twenty million or Supervisor Shen, which would you choose?”
Antonio: “…just turn off the communicator! My respect for Bai-ge is genuine! Do you want to get me killed?”
Bai Sheng laughed out loud, dragged the president, whose legs were weak, along the tunnel, and turned a corner. In front of them was the elevator leading to the ground.
“When we go up, use your power to suppress the entire base.” He said nonchalantly, “I’ve already killed some of the intruders who fiercely resisted, leaving about eighty percent alive. I want to extract from them—”
Bai Sheng’s voice abruptly stopped.
He stood still, slowly turning his head, a sharp, cold light flickering in his eyes.
The tunnel behind was deep and dark, pitch black, with mutilated corpses strewn all the way. Blood from the headless bodies snaked along the ground, gradually soaking the dusty walls.
The president staggered to a halt, asking in panic: “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”
“…”
Bai Sheng did not answer. After a moment, he pressed his tactical headset and slowly asked Amatullah:
“Did your intel mention that there are S-class intruders among them?”
