Chapter 166
"Kid! Gun!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Just as Li Ang was using the Black Goat's ability to rapidly extract the information he needed, a golden-haired guard who had collapsed outside the door suddenly drew his nail gun and fired four rounds straight at Li Ang's head, forcibly interrupting his interrogation.
Golden hair? Could someone from the Rayne family also be part of the rebels?
After blocking all four nails with the Holy Spirit pendant's shield, Li Ang frowned, sensing something off—he watched the golden-haired guard efficiently swap out his air tank and raise the gun again to fire. He changed his invisible nail's target from the guard's skull to the nail gun itself.
"Crack!"
A sharp metallic rupture echoed—the newly swapped air tank exploded instantly, the rapidly expanding compressed air hurling the guard backward, slamming him into the wall behind him.
"Damn it!"
Looking at his nail gun—its air channel shattered and unusable—the golden-haired guard cursed bitterly, then hurled the weapon at Li Ang and collapsed backward, eyes rolling up.
At the same time, another guard, hidden in Li Ang's blind spot, suddenly rose and drew his nail gun, firing four more nails at the back of Li Ang's head.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
So the Rayne man was merely controlled—not the rebel's true body. The other rebel's ability must involve forcibly controlling others' actions.
Hearing the shots, Li Ang turned his head, saw the nails scattered on the floor, and the guard still firing from afar—he drew a deep breath, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
No wonder the Cleaners' mortality rate is so high—when facing bizarre anomalies and especially those who control them, not a single lapse can be allowed!
If I'd just acted on instinct and killed the golden-haired guard with the Holy Spirit pendant, I'd have murdered an innocent pawn—and if I'd lowered my shield early to conserve energy, thinking the threat was gone, I'd have been shot dead right between the eyes by that ambush from the blind spot!
…
Damn it! His ability is so annoying!
Watching Li Ang, unmoved by the gunfire, standing calmly within his invisible shield, frowning as he scanned the surroundings, the one controlling the golden-haired guard clenched his teeth in frustration.
After emptying all nails from the guard's gun without breaking Li Ang's shield, he switched to a new body and resumed firing from another blind spot.
Later, he switched bodies even before the trigger was pulled—the nail hadn't even left the barrel—already pulling the gun from the new body and firing again, the bangs merging into a continuous roar.
But unfortunately, no matter where he fired—even from impossible blind spots—he couldn't penetrate the invisible "shell" surrounding his target. Over a hundred nails were all blocked, none coming within half a meter of him.
How the hell do you kill him?
Watching the "host bodies" available for his possession being taken down one by one, the remaining ones mostly unarmed civilians, the second rebel helplessly lowered his nail gun.
No wonder Barton and Samantha fell to him—this man's ability, though crude, was both offensive and defensive, with strength clearly exceeding normal firearms.
If it had been a surprise assassination, I might've found a way to ambush him—but now that he's on guard, my ability is completely nullified!
Gave up? Then it's my turn.
Hearing the gunfire stop, Li Ang looked at the middle-aged guard who had ceased firing, then spoke calmly:
"Tell me—is your true body nearby?"?!?!
Here it comes! That damned interrogation method!
Hearing Li Ang's question, the middle-aged guard
Jolted in shock, then immediately resumed firing and switched bodies again, trying to drown out the devil's questions with the noise of gunfire.
But unfortunately, that brief delay was enough—Li Ang had already obtained the answer he needed.
"So your true body is nearby too."
Turning to look at another guard behind him, Li Ang shattered the nail gun in his hand, silencing the deafening gunfire, then smiled faintly and asked again:
"Is your true body inside the hall?"
"Not in the hall? Then in the estate? Outside the estate perimeter?"
"Neither? Then in the core building zone? Near the main house? Somewhere close to the hall, but not inside?"
"Near the hall… what does your true body look like? Male? Fat? Thin? Old? Young?"
"…"
As Li Ang's calm questions continued, the face of the person controlled by the second rebel grew increasingly terrified.
Even if he froze completely, pretending to be unconscious on the ground, Li Ang's questions only slowed slightly—still steady, relentless, unceasing.
He felt as if a ferocious tiger were peeling away layers of wrapping around him—each question stripped away another layer of disguise, thinning the barrier between him and the tiger's jaws.
At first, he'd only heard the tiger's voice—but as more layers were stripped, he began to feel the powerful pressure of its claws.
Slowly, he could almost smell the blood in its breath, feel the sharp teeth dripping with flesh, grazing the last thin, gossamer layer of protection against his goosebump-covered neck…
…
"Your true body is outside the hall but very close—a thin, short young man, right?"
After summarizing the answers he'd extracted, Li Ang tilted his head, then nodded with clear understanding.
"You entered the Rayne estate but didn't come into the hall… so your disguise must be a servant or attendant, correct?"
"I remember when we got off the carriage—there was a short attendant who carried the footstool… that wasn't you, was it?"
"…"
He knows! He knows who I am!
Seeing his true identity exposed, the rebel, driven nearly mad by the slow tightening noose, finally snapped.
"Devil! You monster!!!"
A fat woman crouching trembling by the door suddenly leapt up, screaming through tears at Li Ang, then collapsed again with a thud.
At the same time, in Li Ang's soul vision, a terrified soul—pursued by something unseen—bolted wildly out of the hall, dived into a new body, and fled at full speed toward the estate's perimeter!
I'm done! I'm never coming back!
End of Chapter
