Chapter 660

In the dark room.

Mu Yang sat on a hard chair, the Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber placed within arm's reach.

His face was hidden in the darkness, his figure motionless, like a statue.

"He called me Yang Jian, but I don't have amnesia."

"He's lying to me. What does he really want to do... or perhaps, there's a problem with my current memories?"

Mu Yang grabbed the Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber beside him; the icy sensation brought him a familiar sense of security.

Familiarity with the address "Yang Jian."

It made him instinctively feel that the powerful, mysterious white-haired man was not speaking without basis.

"If I really am Yang Jian, then Mu Yang is the fake one?"

Mu Yang's hand gripping the Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber involuntarily exerted force.

Desire lost its shackles; both left and right were hell.

After discovering some things, Mu Yang thought he was walking on a narrow path that could only accommodate him alone, with bottomless howling abysses on both sides.

But now, he discovered that perhaps he was merely standing in the darkness.

With only a tiny foothold beneath his feet.

Can the Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber in his hand really cleave out a bright, clear world?

Suddenly, the bewilderment on Mu Yang's face vanished completely, replaced by resolve and coldness, like a hunter.

The three-section Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber was separated by him; the middle short staff was stowed into the backpack behind him, and the remaining parts were assembled together, forming a "short spear" more suitable for indoor combat.

He silently arrived before the door, standing quietly.

The Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber in his hand was like a beast's fangs, ready to tear open an opponent's throat at any moment.

Let blood flow, life fade.

"Da-da-da!"

Continuous gunfire rang out; Mu Yang's eyes widened sharply, his body turning into a blur as he dodged.

Bullets instantly shredded the door to pieces; one grazed Mu Yang's arm, a spray of blood emitting a scorching smell.

Guns!

Not the cold weapons the Black Watch warriors habitually used — spears — but guns.

The arm injury's pain did not affect Mu Yang's movements; after the initial surprise, the short staff behind him was in hand again, instantly reassembled.

The Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber pierced through the wall; Mu Yang held the spear in his left hand, sweeping horizontally!

The gunfire came to an abrupt halt.

In the corridor outside the door, blood covered the walls and walkway, even the ceiling.

Those several gunners were cut in two at the waist.

Not even glancing at his battle results, he turned and crashed through the dilapidated balcony door; the blade sliced through the wrapped stainless steel railing. The jumping Mu Yang was very familiar with the sensation of the blade touching the Tianxing alien's armor.

He was equally familiar with what feedback the Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber would transmit when tearing through a human body.

This wasn't his first time killing, and it wouldn't be his last.

The moment he landed, blinding floodlights switched on, several beams shining on Mu Yang.

Like a solo spotlight on a stage.

Mu Yang, half-crouched to dissipate the force, slowly stood up, his eyes narrowing.

Around him, a semi-encirclement had already formed; over fifty gun muzzles aimed at him, with no cover to hide behind.

"Finally found you, Mu Yang. Not easy at all."

A man spoke from the center of the floodlights.

Mu Yang looked at that man, said nothing, his face turning a few degrees colder.

The structure of the Homeward Watch is complicated to explain; various departments interlock and intertwine.

However you put it, it's a behemoth established for over a hundred years; after so many years of development, it inevitably became extremely bloated.

Fortunately, the Black Watch, as the combat force within, still maintains high efficiency and relative independence.

After all, it's a combat force; how could it do without high efficiency?

The highest organ of the Homeward Watch is the Council, the Hundred-Man Council.

This man, looking a bit over forty, is named Gu Leng; he is one of the councilors in the Hundred-Man Council, and also holds various other titles and positions, including various deputy ministers.

Each one doesn't count as a key post, but added together, they form a vast covering net.

An important figure in the Homeward Watch.

In a sense, he is one of the people who pays Mu Yang's salary.

In the future, when Mu Yang retires from the front-line battlefield and works hard climbing up for three to five years, he'll roughly be on equal footing with Gu Leng.

Before that, whenever Mu Yang saw Gu Leng, he had to address him as "Councilor Gu" or "Minister Gu."

Of course, even if Mu Yang ignored him it wouldn't amount to much; no one would be bored enough to deliberately offend a super soldier just because the other party didn't greet them, throwing obstacles in his way.

Let alone surround and hunt him with a group of people.

The current situation was caused by Mu Yang's betrayal, but not solely because of Mu Yang's betrayal.

"Surrender. I'm a man who values talent; I'll give you a chance," Gu Leng said.

Mu Yang didn't speak.

These past days of entanglement and battle with that white-haired man led to his exposure.

Battle and pursuit are extremely physically draining; Mu Yang's rest also allowed these people to slowly close in on his hideout.

"You can't escape. You can't run for a lifetime," Gu Leng continued persuading him to surrender.

Mu Yang's head hung low, his eyes seemingly closed as well.

Gu Leng wasn't in a hurry, quietly waiting for Mu Yang's answer.

"Huu—"

Mu Yang let out a breath. "I fled, actually to counterattack."

"Oh?" Gu Leng was quite interested.

"I don't know how many of you there are, or how many forces are in Homeward Watch." Mu Yang said, "I want to find evidence, overturn you, so I had to flee first."

Gu Leng smiled, his smile quite gentle: "It's not how many forces Homeward Watch has, but rather, we are Homeward Watch."

"The chief culprit behind the 'Great Infection' incident." Mu Yang sneered coldly, "You're also worthy of calling yourselves Homeward Watch?"

"The Great Infection was an accident." Gu Leng said, "And, because of the Great Infection, our research made a major breakthrough. In the near future, a batch of powerful super soldiers will appear."

"Piled up with human lives?"

"The battle against the Tianjians has always been piled up with human lives. You're a frontline soldier." Gu Leng said, "You shouldn't be this naive."

"Besides, haven't you felt that the frequency of Tianjian appearances is getting higher and higher?"

"Everything is for victory, for the continuation of our society!"

"Paying a price has always been inevitable, unless you don't want to win this war."

As Gu Leng finished speaking, the surroundings fell quiet again.

Mu Yang frowned.

"Join us. We have a project under research that most likely can let you advance another level, become an even more powerful super soldier." Gu Leng persuaded earnestly, "Mu Yang, your combat power shouldn't be wasted in such meaningless infighting."

"We have the same purpose, exterminate the Tianjians, right?"

"Right, I was too naive." Mu Yang said.

Gu Leng's heart eased slightly. Did it work?

Such perfect material, raw material, rare and hard to come by. If not for him not being patient enough, betraying on his own.

Gu Leng and his group wouldn't have set their sights on Mu Yang's head.

"Still thinking of finding some evidence." Mu Yang raised his three-point double-edged saber, aiming at Gu Leng. "Not needed at all. Just hacking you to death is enough."

The gentle smile on Gu Leng's face vanished abruptly, revealing a cold, sinister expression: "Trash. I don't necessarily have to let you live either. Kill him!"

Gunshots echoed in the dark night.

—

The setting sun's light fell on Base 66.

Although numbered 66, this Homeward Watch base was one of the ten major bases. For Homeward Watch, it was a considerably important place.

Converted to Tang Luo's mission, if this base were destroyed, it would probably raise their mission completion by 10%.

Destroy all ten major bases.

Tang Luo's mission would then be complete.

Base 66, half above ground, half underground. The above-ground portion had four entrances: east, south, west, north.

The underground portion also had several exit passages leading outside.

Most of the time they wouldn't be opened.

At the same time, deeper inside there was a "Fire Seed Vault" that could accommodate ten thousand people living underground for a full ten years.

If one day they truly could no longer resist the Tianjians and had to go "underground".

This place would become one of the "Resistance Lands".

Of the ten major bases, five had Fire Seed Vaults. The other places had several more built.

Today, Base 66 operated as usual.

The south gate slowly opened, vehicles transporting supplies drove in.

There were also warriors returning after completing missions.

"Hm?"

The guards at the gate saw someone approaching at the end of the road.

"That's..."

"Mu Yang!"

"It's Mu Yang!"

Cries of surprise rang out.

Not because they recognized the comer's face, but because they saw that special black iron weapon — the three-point double-edged saber.

In the entire Black Watch, only Mu Yang used this kind of exotic weapon.

This one shop only, no other branches.

A medium-level alarm sounded. Black Watch warriors inside the base put down what they were doing one after another, rushing to the south gate.

The machine guns on the walls on both sides of the south gate also aimed at the figure walking over.

The main gate, however, didn't close.

Before long, over a hundred Black Watch warriors had gathered inside and outside the south gate, and more warriors were still rushing over.

Everyone stared at Mu Yang walking step by step.

Mu Yang seemed completely unaware of this scene. One hand gripped his three-point double-edged saber, the other carried a black backpack.

His steps weren't fast, seeming somewhat heavy.

Faintly visible, beneath his black clothes, a trace of blood color showed through.

Approaching to about 20 meters from the south gate, Mu Yang stopped.

An old man parted the crowd and walked out, looking at Mu Yang: "What's going on with you! Why betray us!"

Tone angry, pained, hating iron for not becoming steel.

The old man was one of the people in charge of Base 66, one of the ten Army Commanders of the Black Watch.

A former frontline soldier, later grown old, he had stepped down.

How to put it. If Mu Yang, this super soldier, weren't overly cold, his future life's path would be the same as this old man's.

Mu Yang's gaze swept over the crowd, his face calm, without a trace of expression.

He thrust the three-pointed, double-edged saber into the ground beside him; the tip at the end pierced the earth effortlessly, letting the saber stand upright.

Like a banner.

Mu Yang unzipped the backpack in his hand, upended it, and a head with eyes wide open, its face still bearing pain and despair, fell to the ground, rolling twice.

It happened to face the crowd.

The old man narrowed his eyes, imposing without anger, as if a charge of golden spears and iron horses were bearing down.

The commotion that had just stirred was instantly quelled.

Some soldiers couldn't help but look toward this Commander Lin; he was already eighty-eight years old this year.

Usually he was robust, truly robust — aside from his hair, a few age spots, and wrinkles, not a shred of senescence showed.

But at this moment, the aura he truly released in anger.

Made no one doubt that this old commander still had the ability to take up his blade and fight the Tianji aliens once more.

Where is this an old man? He is clearly a dozing tiger.

That dead-with-unclosed-eyes head, many recognized it too — Gu Leng.

There was also a connection between Gu Leng and Commander Lin Hu.

Gu Leng's grandfather had once been Lin Hu's captain, had helped and promoted Lin Hu greatly, and even saved Lin Hu's life.

However, Gu Leng's father was not particularly promising; after Lin Hu promoted him a few times and found him unequal to great tasks, he gave up.

Gu Leng himself performed passably well.

Although he didn't become a Black Watch soldier, he also strove against the Tianji aliens in another way.

Lin Hu fought on the front lines until his sixties before stepping down; to this day he remains a solitary man.

Gu Leng counts as Lin Hu's nephew's generation.

Now suddenly seeing Gu Leng's head tossed out by Mu Yang, his heart was naturally shocked and enraged.

"I originally thought you merely thought wrong for a moment, went astray, and still had a chance to repent." Lin Hu looked at Mu Yang. "Unexpectedly it's not so — when did the blades in Black Watch soldiers' hands turn on comrades, on colleagues!"

A stern shout, like a tiger's roar.

Lin Hu extended his hand: "Saber!"

A Black Watch soldier beside him instinctively handed over his own straight saber.

Lin Hu weighed it: "Too light."

"But still usable. Today, this old man will personally behead your traitorous head!"

A group of Black Watch soldiers wanted to persuade him but didn't dare.

Originally everyone gathered not to truly hack Mu Yang to death.

A name casts a shadow like a tree — Mu Yang fought the Tianji aliens, life and death for over a decade, with illustrious military merit.

Even if he inexplicably betrayed them, they'd surely give him a chance to defend himself.

Now Mu Yang appeared, and some soldiers who idolized him even felt a little excitement inside — could they see a hero's return?

Unexpectedly, Mu Yang tossed out Gu Leng's head on the spot.

Then Lin Hu flew into a rage and was about to chop off Mu Yang's head.

Are you kidding me!

What matter can't be sat down and talked over properly?

"Just you, this fame-seeking old dog?" The corner of Mu Yang's mouth twitched — that counted as a smile.

Gu Leng was far weaker than he imagined, couldn't endure torture, and spilled intelligence.

The Lin Hu before him was also one of the masterminds of those filthy deeds.

Gu Leng got one thing right — it's not that their power exists inside the Watching Home; they ARE the Watching Home.

Only with the tacit consent and participation of the Watching Home's many key figures.

【155】 Could severely wounded soldiers "die" and become experimental materials, using ordinary people as materials, inhumane cruel experiments, proceed steadily right under their noses.

Only then could severely wounded warriors' "deaths" become experimental material; using ordinary people as material, inhumane and cruel experiments proceeded steadily right under their noses.

The Great Infection Incident was also rendered as an unconventional attack by the Tianji aliens.

And the surrender faction.

Who could have imagined the surrender faction was secretly propped up by certain people?

The surrender faction's attacks were to better conduct experiments; they needed this chamber pot.

"Old dog?" Lin Hu laughed. "When this old man was born into death, fighting the Tianji aliens, blood flowing everywhere, you little brat's piss and shit were still in your pants."

These words were very impolite, also very domineering.

Lin Hu is no benevolent-looking little old man.

On the contrary, his stature is quite tall; now only slightly stooped in daily appearance.

Not the case where many people shrink when they age.

Now gripping his saber, straightening his body again, he is a soldier, and a veteran of a hundred battles, rich in experience!

Mu Yang could no longer be bothered to reply, nor even to speak of what these people had done.

Before it was because there was no evidence; he spoke and it was useless.

Now, his thought is: say fart — I only want to use the three-pointed, double-edged saber in my hand to hack to death you damn bastards!

The three-pointed, double-edged saber aimed at Lin Hu.

Fight!

"No one is to interfere," Lin Hu said in advance.

Mu Yang delivered himself to the door; such an opportunity was rare, and he could not let it slip.

Today he had to make Mu Yang die right here.

As for Gu Leng's death, Lin Hu did not really care; eight parts of his anger were feigned — there were plenty of people who could replace Gu Leng.

The remaining two parts of anger were because Gu Leng, that guy, was incompetent.

After much difficulty they had located Mu Yang's tracks and locked onto him, and Gu Leng had sworn he could bring back a living Mu Yang for experiments.

Unexpectedly, someone was brought back — but only a head.

Incompetent trash!

Who knew how much information that guy had leaked before he died.

Lin Hu worried Mu Yang might say something; even without evidence, it would still cause an impact.

The straight saber in his hand traced a lingering shadow; compared to his heyday, it was a touch weaker.

So Lin Hu was not too satisfied; merely maintaining his current combat strength — how could that be enough?

To deal with the Heavenly Apex Star people, he would definitely need to be stronger, to live longer!

When he grew old and fell, would that bunch of disappointing juniors still have the ability to keep resisting the Heavenly Apex Star people?

This was for the great cause!

Sacrifice was necessary.

Mu Yang did not understand, yet still tried to obstruct — then he deserved to die!

With a sound like striking a great bell, the straight saber and the three-point double-edged saber collided.

That sound even made one suspect whether Lin Hu and Mu Yang possessed the power to face the Heavenly Apex Star people head-on.

They separated the instant they touched; Lin Hu pressed in, closing to within two meters of Mu Yang.

The straight saber thrust at Mu Yang's heart from an extremely tricky, nearly indefensible angle.

Mu Yang wielded a long weapon; close-quarters combat at this distance was quite disadvantageous.

Fortunately, his three-point double-edged saber consisted of three parts; with a shake of both hands, it split into three sections, and the middle short staff was flicked upward by Mu Yang.

Smashing toward Lin Hu's face.

Lin Hu had to dodge aside, and the straight saber in his hand naturally could not continue.

Mu Yang pressed his advantage without relenting; one hand chopped at Lin Hu's head with the blade, the other hand reverse-gripped the short staff, driving its pointed end toward Lin Hu's chest.

Lin Hu's eyes involuntarily narrowed; his right foot lifted, kicking at Mu Yang.

In battle with the Heavenly Apex Star people, taking hits head-on is the most foolish act, but that does not mean warriors cannot land a kick on them.

Not to kill — even with "medicinal power," without black iron, bare-handed damage against the Heavenly Apex Star people is extremely limited.

A kick is only to create distance from the Heavenly Apex Star people.

Lin Hu's kick was the same.

It was to evade the attack before him.

This kick was utterly silent, yet Mu Yang still noticed; he twisted his body, his upper half seeming to snap from his lower half, dodging the kick while continuing his offense.

Only, at the moment of twisting, his face went pale.

His movement slowed by a hair; what should have been a clean dodge was instead caught "halfway" by Lin Hu's kick, and his body shuddered.

Black saber-light flashed past.

Mu Yang's body violently retreated, instantly pulling back ten meters, and steadied himself.

The clothes on his chest were torn open, a not-too-deep wound surfaced, fresh blood flowing out.

One could see Mu Yang's body bore more than just this injury.

Last night's battle — he had successfully counter-killed, yet inevitably sustained wounds.

He was human, not a Heavenly Apex Star person who could ignore thermal weapons.

In fact, if not for that white-haired man's tempering of him these past few days, Mu Yang might not have managed to counter-kill in last night's ambush.

"This kid — if he weren't injured, I really wouldn't be able to take him down!" Lin Hu thought inwardly.

Deeply sensing how troublesome Mu Yang was.

Fortunately, the other party made an extremely foolish decision.

Mu Yang saw the mockery on Lin Hu's face; Lin Hu was mocking his own action as foolish?

No, this was not foolishness — this was swallowing the wolf to drive off the tiger!

His slightly crouched body straightened; Mu Yang no longer stared at Lin Hu, instead turning his head to look behind.

There, white hair fluttered.

Ignoring one's opponent in combat to look elsewhere is undoubtedly courting death.

Lin Hu said nothing more, crossed the distance between them, black light suddenly flaring.

Strongest single saber strike!

The blade halted at Mu Yang's brow center.

"Just happily 'running' here today, are we?"

Tang Luo appeared beside Mu Yang, fingertip pressing against the sharp blade.

"Right."

Mu Yang looked at Tang Luo and smiled.