Chapter 434: Justice's Group Beatdown

Yun Qifeng thought the man's mind was sick then; now he thinks the Dome crowd's minds are sick too.

Fang Zhiyan and Han Huan are basically a plastic couple in a novel; Co-Absorption is Fang Zhiyan's mistress, and the Field Operations Department is Han Huan's primary wife.

Now Fang Zhiyan's mistress (Ying Duo) comes out to hit the primary wife's face; Han Huan can't stand it and decides to team up with the Church to deal with the mistress......

Wrong, it's "cleaning the portal".

And their Church is that unlucky female supporting character the male lead dragged in as a gunner.

Yun Qifeng felt nauseated by his own imagination and almost stepped on Jiang Xiqing's heel ahead.

Jiang Xiqing turned his head and glanced at him; he stared back expressionlessly, his face still bearing a rather proper look:

If the Dome really wants to cooperate with them, shouldn't the Church collect some appearance fee?

After all, helping people clean the portal must have some benefit.

He recalled that in the novel, the female supporting character was eventually abandoned by the male lead, gained no benefit, and even lost her innocence.

Yun Qifeng rolled his eyes inwardly; a squad leader of the Supervision Bureau thinking such things on the battlefield must have been confused by the Dome's neurotic.

Jiang Xiqing shook his head to indicate no need to mind; after all it was just a heel step, not knocking off her shoe. Facing this Church envoy sent for support, she was still willing to give him a friendly expression.

The cold‑faced man swapped his magazine, looked up at Yun Qifeng, and gestured toward the stairwell.

"All personnel, retreat now."

Someone shielded them from the Field Operations Department's chase; whatever schemes lie inside, their immediate withdrawal is the real thing.

Presumably the Church has already set up the teleportation formation.

The official troops began moving orderly toward the stairwell, with the rescued Undead sandwiched in the middle of the line.

Yun Qifeng sheathed his blade, turned and followed the column; Jiang Xiqing trailed behind, the wind supporting her body so she could move forward with almost no effort.

At the other end of the corridor, Ying Duo's experience bar had already risen to 53.7% of level 32; while fighting, he retreated toward the opposite stairwell at a steady pace, each step landing on the beat.

It was both the music's beat and the heartbeat's beat.

He glanced at the mini‑map; all the green light dots converged into one room, the dots densely packed, most people apparently gathered at a single spot.

The next second, a powerful spatial fluctuation arrived, and all the light dots on the mini‑map vanished.

Ying Duo:?

Although he knows the Pope Twins are Divine Oracles of the Space Law, setting up a teleportation formation inside the opponent's home is what kind of prank?

Is your Dome security really that low, or have you been single‑defended by the Space Law?

The red light dots surrounding him had dwindled, but a few especially bright ones remained.

His gaze fell on those red dots that, by contrast, appeared a circle larger than a fairy, and faintly they seemed to be trending to encircle him.

He didn't look at where those people were in reality, just holstered his gun, preparing to also become a Data Stream and flee.

He instantly activated the 【Teleport】 skill, turning himself into a strand of green Data Stream that surged into the nearby emergency exit sign; just as he was about to flow outward along the energy circuit, he hit an air wall and was bounced back.

After becoming a Data Stream, Ying Duo is almost always unstoppable, rarely encountering anything that can intercept his Data Stream.

The energy circled within him again, yet could not penetrate that inexplicable air wall, like a bird trapped in a cage whose wings can still flap but cannot fly.

Spatial confinement.

Ying Duo looked toward the end of the corridor, where a man in a Field Operations Department uniform stood, his shoulder insignia edged with silver.

"Deputy Head of the Mutation Department," the tall man began, a title that should be respectful yet tinged with sarcasm, "Given your actions today, our Field Operations Department is entitled to deem you a traitor, now serving the Church."

He extended his hand toward Ying Duo, but the gesture looked utterly perfunctory.

"Please cooperate with our work, surrender the weapon in your hand; before the matter is clarified, you may need to stay in a confinement room for a while."

This is already very diplomatic; if it weren't for Fang Zhiyan being behind Ying Duo, killing him on the spot would be no exaggeration.

Of course, once Ying Duo actually falls into their hands, he won't die, but during negotiations with Fang Zhiyan, it will be enough for them to do something.

Ying Duo stared at the outstretched hand without moving, his gaze fixed ahead, the slots of his Game Backpack flashing before his eyes.

The theatrical life's playing cards still honestly sit in his backpack; at least he has a joker that could come in handy, not to mention...

and the artifact for rollback.

It can be said that Ying Duo's current recklessness is heavily backed by that thing.

"Enough with the nonsense, just finish the fight. (￣ε(#￣)"

This line wasn't spoken by Ying Duo; in the blink of an eye, that strand of Data Stream slapped onto the tall man's face.

Ying Duo's form reconstituted from Data Stream, directly slapping a shotgun blast onto the man's face.

The tall man hadn't even reacted before seeing Ying Duo's arrogant energy‑written characters, each glaringly bright.

He only saw a burst of green light explode before his eyes, then his chest detonated.

He only felt his chest struck by an invisible car, then Ying Duo vaulted and kicked his face, sending him flying backward, crashing into the wall and creating a huge dent as rubble rained down.

A 43‑level mage crispy elite monster—what's it putting on in front of him?

Who doesn't know that once such a mage is engaged in close combat, it's no different from being dead.

But he didn't see his experience bar jump forward; clearly that shot hadn't killed the man.

One could say it's worthy of being a 43‑level elite monster—quite sturdy.

Yang Yixie noted this in his mind; Lu Mu seemed to be about the same level, so rehearsing in advance could also grant him more experience.

He watched the Field Operations Department members slowly converging on him on the mini‑map, feeling that if these people weren't chasing the Church, they'd all block him.

Indeed, faced with this erratic new Deputy Head of the Mutation Department, the Field Operations Department chose a righteous group beat‑down.

He aimed his barrel at the tall man lying on the ground, fate uncertain, while watching the crowd around him, pondering whether he should defect from the Dome to entropy increase, or now shut off the monitoring and turn his life into a performance.

The main forces are indeed a bit many, and the lowest levels are all in their thirties; teaming up with theatrical life to wipe them out won't be easy.