Chapter 129: Peaceful Years?

For several consecutive days, nothing happened.

There was no storm as Chen Yubo had expected. After being pointed at by a gun at the beginning, his life in the villa for the next few days was simply peaceful. Every day he fed the cat and sunbathed, almost thinking he had been forgotten.

"It feels so easy."

Chen Yubo looked at the sunset outside the window and sighed with relief: "Could it be that no one remembers me anymore?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes." Ji Jue nodded helplessly.

Goldie wanted to say something but stopped, Ah Yi lowered his head and pretended not to hear. As for Xiao An... Xiao An hadn't played games recently, but instead became addicted to reality shows, sitting in front of the TV with Chen Yubo's big member, watching variety shows fiercely, carefully and seriously.

When a good-looking idol appeared, he would pause and look back to compare with Ji Jue.

I always feel that something is not quite right.

Ji Jue scratched his head.

The look is getting weirder!

"Where is Old Tang?" Chen Yubo seemed to finally notice something wrong: "I haven't seen him much these two days."

"Uh..."

Goldie's movements stiffened, "Did he go for a walk?"

"Yes, yes!"

Ah Yi nodded frantically, "He ate too much, not digesting."

Chen Yubo was confused: "Do you want to buy some digestive tablets for him?"

Goldie gradually entered the state: "No need, no need, he said he was constipated, just pull a few more times!"

Chen Yubo gasped.

Subconsciously looked at Ji Jue.

Shocked.

You Heaven-Chosen are so weird!

For a moment, Ji Jue wanted to say something but stopped. Others could only pretend to be serious about doing things, looking away, looking at the twilight that was gradually rising, and couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

There is a saying that when you feel the years are peaceful, someone must be carrying the burden for you.

Where is it calm?

The messy harassment and attacks have never stopped at all!

It's mainly because Chen Yubo makes a fuss every time he sees something, and later everyone didn't tell him, just let him feed the cat and watch short videos every day, at least it saves worry.

As for physical work...

Ji Jue, who is busy secretly rolling the senior sister every day, definitely won't do it, and Xiao An is a disabled person, so naturally he can't run around.

Ah Yi and Goldie are indeed the most loyal bodyguards, guarding Chen Yubo every day, even standing at the door of the toilet leaving a crack. Sleeping at night directly on the floor next to the cat nest.

Therefore, all the dirty and tiring work was thrown to the 'newcomer' Old Tang.

Who told him to always say that he is good at everything, the capable do more work!

In the sultry afternoon, the twilight light gradually appeared.

In the shade of the dense forest near the hill, the sound of iron shovels and soil rubbing continued, accompanied by complaints and grumbles.

"Damn, it's less, it's less."

Old Tang dug hard from the sand, wiping the sweat from his forehead, complaining in pieces: "There is no digging in the contract, gardening fees and funeral fees must be collected separately!"

Bang!

A heavy corpse was thrown into the pit, and then, slowly buried, finally becoming a mound. Old Tang took a handful of sand from his pocket, recited two eulogies, and sprinkled it on the grave, using a perfunctory and sloppy Central Plains ritual to transcend.

And right in front of him, in the dense forest, one mound after another stood, extending into the darkness.

"Finally finished."

He sighed, threw down the shovel, and was about to leave, but Ji Jue's voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Old Tang, someone is coming, about ten or so, there are Heaven-Chosen inside."

He said: "Bother you to run again."

Old Tang was furious: "How many waves is this, is it endless? Do you think this is a tourist attraction?"

"This is just the beginning." Ji Jue was calm, "It's not bad that only one Heaven-Chosen has appeared so far."

"No, why am I the only one doing it?" Old Tang stared: "Outsourcing is also human, outsourcing also has a temper, if you toss outsourcing like this again, be careful I won't do it!"

"Fine, fine, I'll do it this time, okay?" Ji Jue was helpless.

Old Tang nodded with satisfaction, "That's about it."

"Anyway, you're the one digging."

"Ji, you..."

Communication cut off.

And on the fork road not far from the villa, the off-road vehicle convoy full of mud spots had slowly stopped.

In the gradually darkening sky, a group of people wearing sunglasses and masks gathered together, their exposed skin dark and full of sunburns.

The leader raised his binoculars, looking at the manor on the cliff in the distance, and made the same jealous sigh as Ji Jue.

"Damn, living so well? Aren't you afraid of losing your life?"

"This is just the beginning?"

The person next to him sighed: "Holding such a huge inheritance, let alone living here, lying on the Governor's bed and exercising with the Governor's wife is enough."

"That guy called... Chen... Chen Yubo is really there?"

Zhong Naohai looked back, pulled down his mask, and a trace of shrewdness appeared on his bearded face: "Would Yu Mazi kindly let such a big leak out? He doesn't do such a big ticket himself? It's not that he hugged Lei Yaoxing's thigh and washed his hands in a golden basin, and repented?"

"He, he, he said he is now doing... doing... doing... the party!" A skinny tall man with a severe stutter drilled out to answer: "This, this, this ticket if it can be done, give it to me, I, I, I, we split the money!"

"Split the money?"

Zhong Naohai was amused, "The work I did, the hostage I tied, I still have to give the person to him, and let him split the money with us? I'm not a beggar kneeling down?!"

"Brother, what do you mean?" The person next to him's eyes lit up.

"Who cares about his Yu Mazi or Wang Mazi? The one we tied is ours!" Zhong Naohai spat, "The brothers have had a hard time in the wilderness for too long. After this is done, everyone will split the money, and from then on, everyone will be a city person!"

"Look at this facade, this decoration, even if that Chen guy is not inside, everyone can make a fortune and leave! Maybe we can get two little honeys to play with!"

Hearing this, the eyes of the others lit up.

"Brother is right!"

"Let's do it!"

"I, I, I, I, me too!"

They had been looting and fleeing in the wilderness between city-states for too long. Who didn't want to make a big one and then go to a place where no one knew them and be a rich man?

"Then it's settled!" Zhong Naohai picked up the gun beside him and pulled the bolt: "Go, do a big one!"

Amidst the cheers, the convoy's engine started, and rolled out thick smoke again.

But just as he sat in the passenger seat, Zhong Naohai felt a vibration in his arms, and his phone rang. He hung up impatiently, but the screen lit up again.

Until he answered it impatiently, wanting to curse, but the other side played melodious piano music, and an electronic voice that seemed to be recorded in advance:

"Dear visitor, we regret to inform you that due to facility maintenance, we have to temporarily stop reception services. For your safety, please return immediately—"

"Return your mother!"

Zhong Naohai was furious. The moment he hung up the phone, he heard a loud noise from the front.

Roar.

Thick smoke rolled, flames sprayed.

From the armored off-road vehicle at the front of the convoy...

The moment it crossed the boundary marker, a big hole suddenly appeared on the modified bulletproof off-road vehicle, passing through the driver's seat, splashing a large piece of scarlet, piercing through the car body, and finally sinking into the fuel tank, instantly detonating.

The speeding off-road vehicle stopped abruptly, swallowed by the rolling flames, thick smoke surging, rising into the sky, causing the convoy to stop abruptly.

Then, the thunderous roar from the villa in the distance slowly spread.

The convoy formation was in chaos, and all vehicles began to reverse instinctively, moving backward, hiding in the shadows of the trees.

"Damn, there's a sniper!"

Zhong Naohai's pupils contracted, and he was instantly sweating profusely.

Thanks to peeing a beat slower this time, he didn't sit in the lead car, otherwise, he would have been sent away on the spot.

After the panic, he was furious: "Do you think only you have long guns? I have them too! Bird hair, bird hair, get out, snipe him to death for me!"

In the urging of the walkie-talkie, in the back car, a man as thin as a monkey picked up his gun, climbed to the roof of the car, and carefully extended a gun barrel under the cover of the tree shade.

Then, he heard the thunderous shot!

The scarlet splashed abruptly on the roof of the car, slowly winding down the car window, reflecting the pale faces behind the car window in the dead silence.

"Old, Old Brother..."

The stuttering driver felt that since he was in his mother's womb, he had never spoken so fluently: "Bird hair is gone!"

Zhong Naohai didn't speak. His phone vibrated again, the screen lit up, followed by the second ringtone, the third ringtone. The phones of everyone in the convoy in this dead silence actually appeared at the same time, the staggered ringtones were like ghosts crying, so noisy.

So much so that no one dared to answer in panic.

Until the call from hell answered itself, and through the speaker, melodious music played: "Dear visitor, we regret to inform you that due to equipment main..."

"Maintain your mother!"

Zhong Naohai's face was iron-blue, roaring at the phone: "Pretending to be a ghost in front of your father?"

Guys who make a living by looting in the wilderness, maybe other things are not good, but they have a lot of dirty words, endless... But amidst the angry curses, his fingers quietly made a gesture.

In the back car, a figure quietly disappeared.

As if invisible, his camouflage color flowed, changing constantly with the outside world. The figure walked through the dense forest like a lizard, using hands and feet, without even startling any birds or grass.

Just like that, he passed from the side, relying on the cover of grass and rocks, and touched the direction of the sniper without any warning.

It's just that, during the crawling, his movements suddenly paused for a moment, he looked at his side, reached out, pushed aside the grass, and finally saw the... infrared camera with a red dot?!

Boom!

Accompanied by the thunder that seemed to announce death.

In the air, a blood-stained figure suddenly appeared, flying backward, the miserable scream piercing everyone's eardrums. He didn't die on the spot, but one hand had already been blown into a pile of rotten mud under the bombardment of high-explosive bullets.

Howling, rolling on the ground, staggering toward the convoy.

Asking for help.

But in the dense forest, no one dared to move.

Even, subconsciously held their breath.

"Ah, missed."

Xiao An, who was acting as an observer, put down his binoculars.

"The wind speed has a slight error."

Ji Jue sighed, operating the heavy anti-material sniper rifle in his hand somewhat unskillfully, and began to miss the Thunder-style lever-action rifle.

The spiritual quality left by the sharpshooter for a lifetime of use, after the activation of Mechanical Descent, is much more agile than this weapon that hasn't been out of the factory for long.

Lock if you say lock, penetrate if you say penetrate!

It's a pity that the caliber can't be changed. In ultra-long-distance sniping, the kinetic energy loss is too great, and the destructive power is limited.

I still have to get a gun to deal with ultra-long-distance shooting later... No, I'm going to do ultra-long-distance strikes, why do I need a gun?

Ji Jue suddenly realized.

It seems that the warehouse in the military station area still has a few howitzers that were retired more than ninety years ago, right? It is said that they participated in the Central Plains war, and every few festivals, they are displayed for maintenance, and they seem to be quite well maintained!

Should I contact Brother Feng another day and find a quiet night to steal it directly?

He pulled the trigger.

Boom!

In the loud noise, the Heaven-Chosen crawling on the ground ejected and landed, the crying sound becoming more miserable.

This time the other hand is also gone.

Xiao An was stunned for a moment and looked over: "Is there any deviation in wind speed?"

"Distracted, distracted, didn't perform well."

Ji Jue smiled awkwardly, almost saying shameful words like one-shot-down and big-residual, held his breath, and pulled the trigger again.

In the last loud noise, the Heaven-Chosen rolling on the ground finally ushered in the end.

Head burst.

The splashed blood splashed on Zhong Naohai's car window, making his expression twitch for a moment, dryly, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"Old, Old Brother..."

In the communication channel, a trembling voice sounded: "How about..."

"Old Six is right!"

Zhong Naohai slapped his thigh and finally realized: "Go, go, go, the point is thorny!"

No one went to correct him that Old Six was already dead. Before the words fell, everyone in the entire convoy began to reverse frantically, running away along the road they came from, but they didn't find that the one blocking the front was the real god of death.

At that moment, the long sword at Old Tang's waist rang, unsheathed, and a metallic color flowed from the air in the swing, so brilliant.

The oncoming off-road vehicle was split in two!

Then the second sword was pulled from his waist, sweeping across, making the second car cut off at the waist.

Followed by the third, pulled by the palm grown from the back—slash!

The fourth, fifth, sixth!

On the six muscular arms, swords and knives of various colors reflected the setting sun, shining brightly, randomly, setting off a storm of death. Blood sprayed, dyeing the sunset scarlet.

Thick smoke, burning, explosion, screams, wailing.

Soon, everything was quietly cut off.

Only one corpse after another was thrown into the deep pit. Every time one was thrown, Old Tang tirelessly lifted the corpse's face and took a picture with his phone.

Heads are all counted for money, okay?!

If he had known that this was a bunch of garbage, he would have come himself!

As a result, Ji Jue intervened and earned 45,000 less!

"One, two, three, four... eleven, twelve!"

He counted the number of photos and beamed with joy: "Harvest, harvest,"

"Old Tang, that Heaven-Chosen doesn't need to be buried. Bother you to bring it back." The voice in the walkie-talkie said, "I have use for the corpse."

"Don't even let go of the corpse?"

He was stunned, dumbfounded: "Only you Embers are the most weird!"

"This one also counts for money."

"Okay boss!"

If you said so earlier, the service spirit would have gone up, right?!

He tore a broken tarpaulin from the wreckage of the convoy, happily wrapped the Heaven-Chosen's corpse, tied it carefully, and considered whether to charge a packing fee later.

After all, dine-in and takeout are two prices!

And on the other side, on the roof, after defeating a wave of attackers, Ji Jue looked down at his phone, but there was no joy. According to Xiao An's understanding and experience, Ji Jue gradually became gloomy.

"What's wrong, Brother Ji Jue?"

He asked in confusion.

"It can be considered that the worst expectation has been confirmed."

He sighed, looking at the news forwarded by the signal tower: "Lei Yaoxing is watching us."

In the forwarding of the signal tower, the photos and videos of the scene appeared one by one, as well as the text of the report, and the specific situation in the villa and Old Tang's photos.

Judging from the shooting direction, the observer should be hiding somewhere on the opposite hill, outside the range of the signal tower. If it weren't for the fluctuation of the signal on the other side, which made his phone automatically connect here, Ji Jue would have been hard to know.

Looking at this, I'm afraid he has been peeping in the dark from the beginning.

Xiao An took a look at the photo, and his gaze fell accurately on a certain place in the mountain col, "Do you want to handle it?"

"No need."

Ji Jue thought for a moment, then shook his head, "It's easy to startle the snake. At the current stage, let's maintain the status quo."

When the peeper turns from dark to light, the threat is gone by eight or nine. Ji Jue can even use this eye-line to mislead the other party into having an illusion.

But in order not to be counterproductive, he doesn't plan to do so for the time being.

Lei Yaoxing has too many troubles.

Xiao An glanced at the photo, and his gaze landed accurately on a certain spot in the mountain hollow, "Should we dispose of it?"

As long as Ji Jue and the others don't show enough threat, Lei Yaoxing won't pay attention.

But the ingenuity and beauty of the current situation made Ji Jue can't help but start to suspect what kind of moth is hidden behind this.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?

From the current state of the Wild Market infighting gradually escalating, Chen Xingzhou and Chen Yubo have formed a safe haven that happens to be able to withdraw from the center of the storm with such a huge asset as a link.

Chen Yubo has the protection of his brother's remnants, worry-free for a while, but also because of his own incompetence, he will not be regarded as a threat for the time being.

Chen Xingzhou, because of his brother's existence, shared the firepower, and even this inheritance of more than 40 billion can be a life-saving charm to a certain extent—if he wants to attack him, he must consider that after Chen Xingzhou dies, the desperate Chen Yubo will hang all the funds of more than 40 billion and the equity of immeasurable value on the Wild Market, and the possibility of offering a reward for the murderer's head...

From the day Chen Yubo was attacked, all the complex clues Ji Jue knew extended in all directions, but in the end, they would more or less pass through a necessary relay point.

Chen Xingzhou.

Chen Yubo's brother, whom Ji Jue has not met until now.

What role did he play in this?

Ji Jue opened his phone and flipped through the news forwarded from Ye Chun, Tong Hua, and others these days. Most of what Ye Chun forwarded were market rumors and collections of various videos and pictures exploded by various local netizens. And what Tong Hua sent were mostly internal news of the Anquan Bureau.

In a word—crazy.

Everyone is going crazy!

Lei Yaoxing is crazy, Kou Shui Kun is crazy, Lei Xiaoniu is crazy, Xu Yan is crazy... The dark side of Yacheng, and even not just the Wild Market, everyone involved, from big shots to underlings, is going crazy!

When the possibility of peaceful transition and integration was lost, the last bit of rules left by Lei Wuye completely vanished. Everyone was holding a watermelon knife and killing people, their eyes red.

Accompanied by bloody annexation and conquest, except for the idiots who couldn't see the situation and wanted to sit on the fence, almost everyone else was about to unite.

Facing Lei Yaoxing's cruel means, those who wanted to protect themselves or still had ambitions also began to fight back at all costs, causing the struggle to escalate further.

At this time, the most useful and priority choice is foreign aid, or finding a godfather.

Who would let go of this precious opportunity to expand their own strength, and who wouldn't want to insert a foot into Yacheng, the Federation's largest shipping hub?

So, Blood Slaughter, Corpse-Eating Brothers, Spade 3, Wooden Man, Wolf Face, Centaur... For days, those Bai Lu Heaven-Chosen from the Federation, the Empire, and even the Central Plains and Qiandao, attracted by the vortex, have arrived in Yacheng one after another through various channels.

Among them, there are many wanted criminals or crazy lunatics. This force that is difficult to control stirs the fragile balance inside and outside Yacheng, becoming a bomb that may explode at any time.

And what further tightened the situation again was the steel monster that appeared in the stolen video this afternoon.

—A power armor that appeared on the street in a grand manner!!!

It is hard to imagine how big the psychological shadow of the Governor who received the report at this moment is.

A transmission spine frame that has been erased of its serial number and is not in the military record, a Federal engine matched with the Empire's core, a copycat system written by a programmer who doesn't know where it came from, with imitation weapons and outer armor welded hard from sheet metal, almost the whole set is ready, a killing machine!

If matched with a suitable user, and equipped with enough firepower and weapons, it is enough to break into the Governor's Mansion and shoot the Governor!

What are you doing?

What are you doing in the Wild Market? Are you crazy?!

Is this to reenact the chaos of Tian Tian Yuan and Bai Lu two hundred years ago?! ===== CHAPTER 130 =====

It is hard to imagine just how deep the psychological trauma of the Viceroy is right now upon receiving this report.

A transmission spine frame with its serial number ground off, not found in any military records, a Federation engine paired with an Imperial core, a knock-off system written by a programmer found who knows where, carrying imitation weapons of unknown origin and outer armor welded together from sheet metal—a killing machine that is almost fully equipped!

If paired with a suitable user and equipped with enough firepower and weaponry, it would be enough to damn well force its way into the Viceroy's Mansion and execute the Viceroy!

What are you doing?

What exactly is your Wilderness Collection trying to do? Are you crazy?!

Is this an attempt to reenact the Heavenly Human Bai Lu Rebellion from over two hundred years ago?!