Chapter 137: Ding Mo's Ability

Inside the Zenith Bar, it was a scene of utter chaos.

Bloodstains were everywhere—on the tables, in the dance hall, and along the corridors. From time to time, screams and bursts of laughter drifted from afar; the mixing of these two distinct sounds was truly eerie.

But Ding Mo was not there.

He sat beside a wine table, drinking alone.

A cold sensation traveled up his esophagus; the slightly spicy liquid slid down his throat, and the stimulating feeling swirled in his mind.

Ding Mo swirled the amber liquid in his hand, his eyes somewhat hazy, as if he were a little drunk.

A moment later, the sounds quieted down.

He straightened his suit, turned his head, and looked at the rows of various people behind him.

They were all wearing formal evening attire, their dignified grace indicating their Identity—they were all guests in this luxury bar.

However, after Ding Mo's cleansing, these fellows had all become his subordinates, ready to be dispatched at his command. At this moment, they were standing by like soldiers in formation.

This was Ding Mo's ability after his complete awakening.

As a product of the fusion between a human and a Guaishou, he possessed inconceivable abilities; the power originally derived from the "Imitator" had undergone a certain mutation.

The rules of the "Imitator" calamity, as Zheng Qingyao had previously stated, were:

When a person is in a location where absolutely no one in the world knows of their existence, an "Imitator" will seize the opportunity to be born, replacing the original owner and blending into the crowd.

And this rule had mutated and changed within Ding Mo, with two specific changes: the first point, as mentioned before, was that Ding Mo could usurp the memory and body of any person, "eat" them, and not suffer cognitive collapse from absorbing another's memories.

The second point was the current ability to summon a "Faceless One." Simply put, he could summon a similar replica for every individual in the world.

This replica initially had no characteristics, but as it came into contact with the original owner, it would gradually acquire everything the original owner possessed, and ultimately deprive the original owner of their Identity!

It sounded very similar to the ability of the Guaishou known as the "Imitator," but it was different. The difference lay in the fact that these replicas obeyed Ding Mo's commands!

Ding Mo was their central brain, and all instructions were issued from him.

In other words, the "Imitator" was a purposeless Guaishou, or rather, its purpose was merely to replace the original owner; by comparison, these replicas were more like "Actors"!

They played the Identity Ding Mo wanted them to play, but an "Actor" was, after all, just an "Actor"; they would not truly become the person in the Script, but would instead act according to Ding Mo's arrangements.

It was as if they were performing in a movie with a randomly written Script, where the characters might be a mother, a student, or a wealthy man.

They had their own Identities, yet they would still, under the director's instructions, abandon their own children without logic;

possess a maturity that surpassed a student's thinking;

or disregard a fortune of millions, all for the sake of an inexplicable woman!

They lacked logic, simply because they could only follow the arrangements of the director and screenwriter.

And Ding Mo was the "director" or "screenwriter" for these replicas.

The order he gave them was to kill every "person" in this world after replacing them!

It must be mentioned here that due to the "Imitator Identity uniqueness" principle, they could not be "resurrected" after being replaced!

Because the replicas were, to a certain extent, a type of special "Imitator," only they did not need to abide by this principle.

Their true identity was, in fact, "Actor"!

Simply put, if things continued this way, the "Imitator" would be completely wiped out!

"......"

Ding Mo exhaled a breath of alcohol and stood up.

Bang!

But at this moment, a burst of gunfire erupted at the bar entrance, and the doors were violently smashed open!

Following the throwing and explosion of several smoke grenades, and amidst thick gas, squads of black-clad SWAT officers filed in.

They were fully armed, holding automatic rifles, and upon entering, they unleashed a barrage of fire at the crowd—not even sparing the "civilians" wearing work uniforms.

Ah, although there had long since been no civilians here, as they were all played by Ding Mo's "Actors."

These SWAT officers seemed to know this, deploying in columns with well-trained precision to provide suppressive fire!

Amidst the flashing gunfire, swaths of "Actors" fell like harvested wheat, collapsing into pools of blood, and soon lost their breath.

"Counterattack!"

The remaining "Actors," under Ding Mo's command, lunged toward the SWAT officers with agile movements!

But the dozens of them only managed to pounce on two or three SWAT officers, and after using every means to smash their heads in, they were shot dead on the spot.

As tongues of fire spewed, these SWAT officers did not care about the lives of their companions at all, firing a barrage at their fallen comrades along with the "Actors."

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

Soon, the "Actors" were either dead or wounded, having lost their combat effectiveness.

Even Ding Mo was attacked by the machine gun on an armed helicopter that had come to provide support from outside the window. Amidst the roar of the massive machine gun, he was cut in half at the waist!

And it didn't stop there; the machine gun fired until the massive barrel turned red and smoked, pulverizing his corpse into a blur of minced meat before it finally stopped.

Amidst the high-altitude gale and the roar of the propellers overhead, the machine gunner on the armed helicopter looked at the minced meat stuck to the tattered floor through his tactical goggles, and then reported to his superiors via the communicator:

"Target confirmed neutralized, Task completed!"

After a brief communication, he turned his head and looked at the helicopter pilot beside him, "Received, we are returning now!"

Just as the words left his lips, the pilot turned his head and smiled at him: "Do it."

"?" The machine gunner was stunned, suddenly feeling a force pushing him from behind.

He fell from the helicopter, plummeting from the highest point of the city, and after a dozen seconds, he slammed violently into the ground, becoming a puddle of meat paste!

Ding Mo then gave a thumbs-up to the "Actor" behind him who was disguised as that machine gunner, and while absorbing the professional knowledge from his mind, he flew the helicopter back toward the building.

His ability, as far as he knew, could take effect on any existence with memories, including humans and "Imitators."

Arriving at the Hotel on the top floor of the building, Ding Mo looked at the SWAT officers who were cleaning up the battlefield and exposed the side machine gun of the helicopter.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

The machine gunner pulled the trigger without hesitation, slaughtering his "colleagues"!

The massive-caliber bullets easily pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, routing all several hundred special police officers in the bar!

In this terrifying storm of steel, the Guaishou special police officers, having no cover, could only leave behind a floor full of debris as they retreated, fleeing into the stairwell, which was how they disappeared from Ding Mo's field of vision.

Watching the disappearing "imitators," Ding Mo merely smiled slightly; he did not pursue, but instead piloted the helicopter away from here.

At the same time, in the stairwell of the building.

Squads of "Faceless Ones" were already waiting in the rooms on both sides. They had no weapons, and their clothes were only somewhat similar; they could not even replicate the bulletproof vests.

But the narrow stairwell already restricted the effectiveness of firearms, and on top of that, the Langhu special police officers were already fleeing in a panic.

When they passed this place, the "Actors" in the rooms on both sides swarmed out, using every means possible—knees, fists, even headbutts—to violently perish together with them!

For a time, helmets cracked, bullets flew wildly, and the walking stairwell turned into a blood river of Shura, with fresh blood staining everything—

And it was not just them; at the base where the special police force had not yet deployed, the sounds of gunfire were likewise continuous. Two squads of special police officers, whose appearances were even identical, were locked in a chaotic brawl—tut-tut-tut!

The sound of propellers echoed in his ears; high in the sky, Ding Mo looked down.

The entire city had fallen into chaos! Amidst the billowing thick smoke, flames rose everywhere!

Afterwards, there were texts that recorded it thus:

From this day forth, the fourth "Anti-Deprivation War" had thereby begun.