pjbooks Chapter 315 I'll make the entire Blood and Flesh Source be buried with me!
Chapter 315 I'll make the entire Blood and Flesh Source be buried with me!
Chen Yifan's pupils suddenly contracted.
How did they find Chen Xue?
He quickly found Mu Wanqing's phone number and called her.
Beep!
The call was connected, but no one answered?
Then he called Old K again, but no one answered.
broken!
problem occurs.
He immediately dialed Lin Tian's number.
"Hey, sir, what are your orders?"
Lin Tian's tone was obsequious.
"Three minutes," Chen Yifan said succinctly. "I need an aircraft that can fly directly to Jiangcheng at full speed and land on the back mountain of Wuhan University."
"This..." Lin Tian swallowed hard. "The school's air defense network was just punctured by that tin man. Now the whole school is under martial law. We can't fly for three days, let alone three minutes."
That's your problem.
There was a brief silence on the other end of the communicator.
Then came the sound of rapid, clattering keyboards.
"Alright! I'll use one of the 'Phantom Falcon' class military smuggling planes that the gang has hidden in an abandoned warehouse in the southern suburbs. That thing has optical camouflage and an anti-radar coating, so it can force its way through air defenses. It'll be parked on the helipad behind the mountain in two and a half minutes. But, Brother Fan, the pilot…"
"No driver needed. Activate automatic navigation and maximum overload mode," Chen Yifan interrupted him. "Also, concentrate all your computing power on Jiangcheng Third Hospital. I need to see real-time surveillance footage from the underground parking garage to the rooftop wards. If you miss even one frame, I'll hold you responsible."
"clear!"
Chen Yifan cut off the communication and exerted force with his feet.
The surrounding shadows writhed like living things, and the characteristics of [All Thoughts Return to Shadows] were pushed to their extreme by the external power within the Heart Palace.
He seemed to transform into a streak of light moving through the darkness.
In less than two minutes, the abandoned helipad on the back mountain of Wuhan University came into view.
A jet-black fighter with a streamlined delta wing structure is slowly emerging from its optical camouflage, its hatch already wide open.
Chen Yifan stepped into the cockpit and pressed the red button on the main control panel.
"Destination: Jiangcheng. Activate maximum cruising speed."
The engine roared deafeningly, and the powerful thrust pressed him firmly into the seat.
The fighter jet, like a black sword, pierced the sky, brutally tearing a hole in the layers of night.
After the flight stabilized, the holographic projection screen in front of Chen Yifan lit up.
Lin Tian's face appeared in the corner of the screen, covered in sweat.
"Brother Fan, I've connected! I've hacked into the internal network of Jiangcheng Third Hospital. But the situation isn't good..."
The screen instantly switched to dozens of different monitoring perspectives.
The central main screen displays the hospital.
Several people dressed in black suits lay sprawled on the ground.
Bloodstains were splattered everywhere on the walls and the floor.
Several people dressed in loose white robes and wearing faceless masks were pushing a sealed, specially made medical cart out of the broken isolation ward door.
The tentacle totems on the white robe looked particularly glaring under the stark white light.
Lying inside the medical vehicle was Chen Xue, who was in a deep coma!
Chen Yifan stared at the screen, his hands gripping the metal armrests of the seat so tightly that the steel armrests were crushed into several deep dents.
"Who are these people?"
Lin Tian swallowed hard, his fingers flying across the keyboard.
"Found them! Judging from their attire and manner of operation, they are fanatical followers of the Bloodline Cult. And I've seen the leader on a bounty list here."
"It's a level 3 assassin codenamed 'Thousand-Faced Buddha,' with dozens of lives on his hands. Brother Fan, why would they come all the way to Jiangcheng to make their move? This isn't right!"
Lin Tian's voice even changed slightly when he spoke.
Blood and flesh are intertwined.
Chen Yifan's mind flashed back to the disgusting tumors and various mutation experiments in Li Yuantu's laboratory.
Why would these monsters target their own sister?
That anonymous text message.
Who sent it?
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Whatever their motives," Chen Yifan cracked his neck, making a teeth-grinding sound, "I want them to be reduced to ashes."
"Brother Fan, it will take at least 25 minutes for the fighter jet to reach Jiangcheng at full speed."
Lin Tian stared intently at the progress bar on the screen.
"According to the surveillance footage, they had already put the person into a heavy truck with fake license plates. They could leave Jiangcheng's main urban area within ten minutes. By the time we arrived, they would have vanished!"
Chen Yifan remained silent.
He stared intently at the heavy truck that was slowly driving from the underground parking garage exit into the street.
My mind raced.
In his mind, the grand hall located in the center of the Outer Path Heart Palace seemed to sense his anger, and the intricate patterns on the twelve stone pillars began to flicker violently.
"Lin Tian".
"I am here!"
"Use all the loopholes in the Sky Eye system and the transportation network to lock down the truck's route."
"No problem! But I can only slightly disrupt the traffic lights and roadblocks to buy some time. These fanatics don't care about traffic rules at all; if you push them too far, they'll just start a massacre in the city center."
Lin Tian was so anxious that he was covered in sweat.
Chen Yifan stretched out a hand and pressed it on the virtual control panel of the holographic projection.
"Ten minutes."
He uttered three words.
The moment he finished speaking, a tiny, yet incredibly powerful, wisp of light from the "Core of the World" fragment suspended in his heart palace pierced through his fingertips and brazenly invaded the power core system of the military smuggling plane.
hum...
On the fighter jet's control console, all the green indicator lights representing safe operation went out at the same time.
Instead, there were piercing alarms signifying that the machine was overloaded and about to disintegrate, and frantically flashing crimson lights!
"Fan-ge! Are you crazy?!" Lin Tian, on the other end of the screen, screamed like a pig being slaughtered as he watched the various data on the display skyrocket. "The engine output power is three times the safety threshold! The power core will explode!"
"Shut your mouth and stare at that car."
Chen Yifan pulled down the manual control lever.
The black smuggling plane, which had been flying steadily above the clouds, suddenly let out a terrifying scream, like a wild beast on the verge of death.
At an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, it forcefully broke the physical limits of materials science and psionic systems.
The edges of the wing were ignited by intense heat and friction, leaving a dazzling trail of flame hundreds of meters long, like a shooting star falling backwards, heading straight for Jiangcheng.
A 15-minute flight.
Chen Yifan had forced him to a point of extreme madness.
At the same time, on a main road outside Jiangcheng Third Hospital.
A heavily modified dark gray truck is speeding through the night.
The huge tires rolled over the ground, producing a dull rumble.
At the back of the carriage, several fanatical believers of the Bloodline Origin, dressed in loose white robes, sat on either side.
The sealed medical vehicle was parked in the center.
"Buddha."
A man in a white robe removed his mask, revealing a disgusting face covered in tiny fleshy growths.
"Isn't this mission going too smoothly? Jiangcheng may be a small place, but it's still a city with high walls. We stormed into the hospital and snatched the person with such fanfare, and we didn't even encounter any decent resistance."
Sitting at the far end of the carriage was a middle-aged man wearing a dark red robe.
The Thousand-Faced Buddha.
He wore a white mask without any facial features, with only two slits at the eye positions.
A slippery tendril peeked out from his sleeve and gently stroked the transparent cover of the medical vehicle.
"Smoothly? Do you even know what a sacrifice is?"
The Thousand-Faced Buddha's voice was hoarse, like someone sawing wood.
"This is a special psionic sensor specifically requested by the God Lord. Her invisible eyes are the purest vessel for communicating with the Abyss. That good-for-nothing Li Yuantu messed things up, even losing an S-class experimental subject. We can only settle for this backup."
The believer next to him, whose face was covered in fleshy growths, swallowed hard and glanced at the girl lying quietly in the medical vehicle.
"But Master... this girl's brother seems to be quite the big shot in Kyoto lately."
"The limelight? Can it surpass the arrival of the divine being?"
The Thousand-Faced Buddha chuckled coldly, his eyes beneath the mask filled with fanaticism.
"Besides, even if her brother found out, so what? The entire Kyoto air defense network is in complete chaos right now. Even if he had wings, he wouldn't be able to get back tonight!"
The truck jolted violently, clearly attempting to force its way through a traffic barrier.
"Speed up, get to the abandoned factory number thirteen outside the city."
The Thousand-Faced Buddha knocked on the wall of the carriage.
"The guiding array has been set up. Once we place her on it and complete the flesh and blood sacrifice, our mission will be accomplished."
"Yes!" the believers responded in unison.
But just as the heavy truck was about to leave the main road and turn onto the ramp leading to the suburbs...
Suddenly, the clouds above Jiangcheng emitted a deafening sound, like tearing silk.
"What's going on? Is it thundering?"
The believer driving the car looked up at the night sky.
There wasn't a single dark cloud in the sky.
Instead, a blinding fireball was hurtling straight down at them from tens of thousands of meters in the air at an utterly unreasonable angle!
The ear-piercing sonic boom nearly shattered the eardrums of everyone in the carriage.
The Thousand-Faced Buddha suddenly stood up, pushed open the observation window at the front of the carriage, and looked up.
That's not a meteorite at all!
Instead, it was a black fighter jet engulfed in flames and thick smoke, with half of its wings melted from the intense overload!
Even more terrifying.
A figure stood on the nose of the fighter jet that was about to crash.
Facing the fierce wind that could tear steel apart, the man stood with one hand in his pocket, coldly looking down at the speeding trucks below.
When the fighter jet was less than 200 meters from the ground.
The figure leaped off the nose of the plane.
The massive metal wreckage, like a precision-guided heavy bomb, flew directly over the truck and slammed heavily onto the bridge deck a hundred meters ahead.
boom!
A deafening explosion rang out.
A massive fire, accompanied by a rising mushroom cloud, instantly engulfed the entire entrance to the bridge.
The terrifying shockwave transformed into a visible white ring of air, forcefully overturning the heavy truck, which weighed tens of tons, to the ground.
The truck rolled on the ground more than a dozen times, smashing a row of green belts along the roadside, before finally landing upside down in an abandoned fountain pool.
Thick smoke and gravel rained down on us.
The carriage broke in the middle.
Several white-robed believers screamed as they were flung away.
Only Thousand-Faced Buddha, relying on his high agility attribute at the third level, managed to use his tentacles to tightly entangle the steel frame inside the carriage at the moment of the rollover, while using his other hand to protect the medical vehicle carrying Chen Xue, and staggered out of the ruins.
"Enemy attack! Form ranks!"
The Thousand-Faced Buddha let out a sharp roar.
The remaining believers, ignoring their injuries, scrambled to their feet, their muscles bulging abnormally.
The dark red tentacles hidden beneath the robe burst forth, emitting a nauseating, bloody stench.
These fanatical monsters stared intently at the smoke-filled ruins of the bridgehead ahead.
Da, da, da.
The rhythmic sound of footsteps slowly drifted out from the burning wreckage of the fighter jets and the towering flames.
Chen Yifan walked out of the sea of fire step by step.
Although his clothes were torn in several places by the airflow, he had no injuries whatsoever.
His eyes held undisguised brutality.
The flames and smoke seemed to have eyes and automatically avoided him.
Upon seeing the face of the newcomer, the pupils behind the Thousand-Faced Buddha mask suddenly contracted.
That face I just saw on the organization's high-ranking wanted list!
"Chen Yifan? That's impossible! From Kyoto to Jiangcheng... even with a teleportation scroll, you couldn't be that fast!"
The Thousand-Faced Buddha roared hoarsely, the tentacles in his hands wriggling uneasily.
Chen Yifan stopped in his tracks.
The Thousand-Faced Buddha and the medical vehicle were less than thirty meters away.
He didn't answer the Thousand-Faced Buddha's question, but instead tilted his head and looked at the several monsters who were on high alert.
The external spiritual palace within his body was like a live volcano about to erupt, its immense spiritual power nearly bursting his blood vessels.
"You were the one who said that just now..."
Chen Yifan slowly raised his right hand, and a jet-black dagger appeared out of thin air in his palm.
"My sister is the best sacrifice?"
He suddenly smiled.
"What a coincidence. I also think that Jiangcheng has good feng shui."
Chen Yifan suddenly stomped on the cement ground beneath his feet, shattering it.
"Tonight, I'll make your entire Bloodline Origin clan pay with their lives!"
The surrounding air suddenly dropped.
next second.
Chen Yifan vanished from the spot.
The only thing the Thousand-Faced Buddha could see was an overwhelming shadow of death that crushed all reason and instantly filled the entire ruins!