“Practical life tips: friends who kill often should take note—incorrect ways of moving corpses can cause lumbar spine injuries.”
Lu Bai’s figure hid in the shadow, his expression seeming to be smiling.
“You’re still awake?”
Hearing the abrupt mockery that appeared in the darkness, the figure holding the burly man upside down stiffened for a moment.
Cui Qing pulled the curtain, increasing the visibility inside the tent a bit: “Oh, looks like you knew it was me all along.”
Seeing that Lu Bai was actually awake, Gao Pangzi, who was being held upside down, whimpered even more intensely, his flushed red face appearing exceptionally excited.
“Yeah.” Lu Bai yawned, saying carelessly.
Cui Qing exhaled a breath of turbid air, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a mocking arc.
“Then, could you trouble yourself to clear up my doubts, so I can disguise better.”
“Oh?”
“From what I saw, you went a bit overboard.”
“Overdoing it is as bad as not doing enough, right?”
Lu Bai tilted his head and thought for a moment, seeming to weigh where to start.
Cui Qing didn’t urge him.
“I remember when Gao Pangzi slapped rice on your face, you sat very steadily.
But before that company commander arrived, you inexplicably fell to the ground and even needed Company Commander Zhou to help you up—that was the first suspicious point in my view.”
“Maybe my mental state just couldn’t hold up?”
“Secondly, this morning when I lifted the curtain of the tent next door, you saw the scene inside and were so scared you sat on the ground—that’s even more suspicious.”
“Doesn’t that fit my timid and cowardly persona perfectly?”
“Have you forgotten what the situation outside was like? More bloody and gruesome scenes were everywhere.
If you really collapsed to the ground at the sight of such a scene, how exactly did you escape from the city to this military base—could your luck really be that good?”
“Maybe I’m just the chosen lucky one?”
“Besides, you concealed from that Company Commander Zhou that I had a gun on me.”
“Can’t go tattling every time something happens, right?”
Cui Qing seemed annoyed by Gao Pangzi’s constant twisting, and he swiped his nail across Gao Pangzi’s neck—immediately, blood gushed out.
“If you insist on arguing like this, there’s nothing I can do.”
Lu Bai shrugged, slowly standing up: “Whether my guess is correct or not became irrelevant the moment I saw you act with my own eyes.”
Blood slid down along Gao Pangzi’s jawline, soaking his hair tips, and finally dripped onto the army green bedding under his head.
“True enough.”
Cui Qing didn’t care about Gao Pangzi’s dying struggles; he just reached out and gently rubbed the wound on Gao Pangzi’s neck, as if stroking a nearby carefully prepared delicacy: “Not curious why I’m acting against an ordinary person?”
“It’s nothing more than an ability like improving physical fitness through killing—surely not out of hobby; you’re not Hannibal.”
Lu Bai calmly told a cold joke, but unfortunately the other didn’t get it.
However, halfway through, he suddenly realized something and couldn’t help feeling a bit nauseous.
Maybe this guy really is.
The six corpses in the next tent haven’t been found yet.
“Though I don’t know who this Hannibal you mentioned is, your current gaze is very rude.”
Cui Qing’s complexion darkened; what abilities the Deathmatch System’s ability pool provided wasn’t something he could control.
[Ghoul (Silver)] [Storm Inhalation, Absolutely Awesome! (Silver)]
These were his current ability set.
In terms of intensity, he was actually satisfied—after all, Death Fighters were all about intensity.
Due to excessive blood loss, Gao Pangzi’s struggling movements became much smaller.
Thud~
Cui Qing casually tossed Gao Pangzi aside like throwing trash, and patted the bloodstains on his body.
He slightly hunched his body and said sinisterly: “Let’s end the chit-chat here for now.”
“Wait, you don’t think I’m going to fight you, do you?” Lu Bai looked slightly surprised. “What do you think all my rambling was for?”
Cui Qing was stunned, then watched as Lu Bai pulled a walkie-talkie out of his bosom.
The indicator light on the walkie-talkie was still green, indicating that it was in normal working condition.
Tap tap tap~
Outside the tent, dense footsteps approached from far to near—roughly estimated, it was about two platoons of troops.
Instantly, Cui Qing’s face turned green.
“I suggest you run now; if you’re confident in your combat power, you can also try killing your way through this military base.” Lu Bai smiled leisurely.
“Just you wait!”
Cui Qing glared viciously at Lu Bai, then dashed out of the tent.
As soon as he rushed out, a large chorus of scolding voices rose.
“Stop!”
“You’re surrounded—stop resisting.”
“If you don’t stop, we’ll shoot!”
Zhou Zongming held a walkie-talkie identical to Lu Bai’s in one hand and directed his subordinates to encircle Cui Qing with the other, his mood extremely complicated.
He really hadn’t expected the murderer to be Cui Qing, such a seemingly timid youth, and even less expected that he would be exposed by Lu Bai, a high school student with bizarre behavior.
In any case, things had come to this, and there wasn’t much time for him to dwell.
Zhou Zongming said coldly in the combat channel: “The objective is extremely dangerous—fire at will.”
The next second, the noisy scolding on the scene disappeared, replaced by intense gunshots.
Dozens of assault rifles spat fire, bullets raining down on Cui Qing like raindrops.
Even though Cui Qing’s current physical fitness could hardly be called human, he was still extremely vulnerable facing the hail of bullets.
He moved crazily, darting like a hare or falcon, but still couldn’t completely avoid being hit.
After running just a few meters, several bursts of blood mist had already exploded from his body.
Fortunately, tents were densely packed around, and under the disturbance of the gunshots, screams successively came from the residents in the tents.
Mindful of the citizens inside the tents, the soldiers couldn’t unleash their firepower recklessly.
Cui Qing weaved left and right, blending in with the citizens fleeing from the tents, seemingly seeing a glimmer of hope.
“Notify to seal off all entry and exit passages in District 7. Xiao Li, request support from the rapid mobility company, and also have the on-duty medical staff prepare to receive the wounded.”
Watching the scene grow increasingly chaotic, Zhou Zongming forcibly stayed calm and quickly issued orders: “Third platoon, move in to evacuate the crowd. First and second platoons, maintain the encirclement…”
On the other side, Lu Bai huddled in the tent, observing secretly.
He wanted to take a sneaky shot, but his marksmanship, barely better than a beginner’s, really couldn’t guarantee a hit.
Outside the tent, fearful and uneasy cries rose one after another.
Taking advantage of the night, the chaos in the settlement was upgrading and diffusing.
“I stalled for so long, and the result is just this encirclement full of loopholes.”
Lu Bai sighed, leaning his body forward to the limit.
If the scene froze here, one would see his body forming nearly a thirty-degree angle with the ground.
[Blood Rage], activate!
Then, he stomped heavily, dust flying underfoot, and his whole body sprinted out like a hypersonic missile.
He crashed through the tent in front without any obstruction, continuing straight toward Cui Qing’s position.