Chapter 255: Not Handsome at All

Federal Weird Investigation Bureau, underground command center.

A sharp, ear‑piercing alarm rang like a red‑hot steel needle, wildly rattling everyone's nerves.

The blood‑red hue denoting the highest threat level had already stained every pixel of the main screen, and it reflected onto every pallid face in the command center.

"Report! All personnel beyond the Blockade Line of Happiness Community have gone missing!"

"Agent Nie Yang, Agent L, and all members of the first assault squad, vital signs... zeroed."

The cold data fell like tombstones, one after another, onto everyone's heart.

In the center of the screen, the once‑dilapidated Tongzi Lou had long vanished.

In its place stood a massive Meat Mountain made of ghastly white bones and writhing flesh, expanding wildly outward.

It resembled a living tumor; each pulse devoured surrounding streets and buildings, crushing reinforced steel bars and concrete, reshaping them into part of its own body.

Its growth knows no limits.

Wei Gong stood before the screen, his posture still as upright as a pine.

He held in his hand a teacup that had been used for over a decade; the tea inside trembled slightly, sending out circles of uneasy ripples.

No one spoke.

The entire command center was dead silent.

Only the ear‑piercing alarm kept announcing despair over and over.

"Energy source analysis complete!" the head of the technical division croaked, trembling, "99.9% probability locked on... Captain Ouyang Feng."

"Current energy level fluctuations have breached A Ji, approaching... approaching Zhun S Ji!"

Zhun S Ji.

Enough for one person alone to flatten a city—a terrifying epithet.

The teacup in Wei Gong's hand shattered.

In his mind flashed the pale‑blue porcelain bottle that could grant any wish.

He also saw Captain Ouyang Feng's aloof, sharp face.

That Ouyang Feng—could he really have chosen this path......?

Wei Gong slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, those cloudy old eyes had been drained of all emotion, leaving only a decision colder than a Siberian cold front.

"Classify the incident as a 'Zhun S Ji disaster'."

He set the teacup down; his voice was low but carried clearly to every corner, each word bearing a weight of a thousand pounds.

"Target, Ouyang Feng, confirmed as hostile unit."

"Codename......"

Wei Gong stared at the ever‑expanding Bone City on the screen, pausing after each word.

"'Bone City'."

"Order: deploy the highest available combat force, immediately execute eradication on the target......"

Eradication.

Not containment, not suppression.

It is to completely, on a physical level, erase him and everything he has become.

The order was issued, yet no one in the command center responded.

A combat staff officer forced himself to stand, his face whiter than paper: "Director... Captain Jiang Yuan is handling the 'Crying Bride' incident on the border thousands of kilometers away; the fastest return still takes four hours."

"We... we now lack the core combat power to directly confront a Zhun S Ji unit!"

Combat vacuum.

This is the most lethal, also the most awkward reality.

Ace Ouyang Feng has fallen into a monster.

Another ace, Jiang Yuan, is far off on the horizon.

Four hours.

Enough for that Bone City to turn the entire city into its flesh‑and‑blood nourishment.

For a moment, everyone's heart sank to the bottom of a valley.

Could it be that we can only watch, eyes wide open, as millions of citizens become the monster's meal?

Wei Gong's gaze slowly swept the command center, finally landing on a figure in the corner.

The person wore a stylish black windcoat and Fingerless Gloves, leaning against the wall, head lowered, thoughts unreadable.

It seemed to have sensed Wei Gong's gaze.

Liang Wen lifted his head.

The face that always wore a self‑absorbed, narcissistic grin now showed no expression at all.

In those eyes, which were always practicing a "devilish smile", lay an unfathomable calm.

He silently straightened his posture, adjusted the collar of his windcoat, his movements meticulous.

Then.

He gave Wei Gong a gentle nod.

"I'll go."

"See that guy off on his final journey."

There were no lyrical lines, nor any outrageously shameless technique names.

Just two words, and his gaze, which was terrifyingly calm compared to his usual self.

Wei Gong stared at him deeply, his hoarse voice carrying an unquestionable resolve.

"Authorization, initiate the 'Heaven's Punishment' contingency plan."

"'Spiritual‑energy depleted uranium projectile' and 'high‑frequency acoustic suppression device', lift weapon restrictions, allow use in urban areas."

"Order: Jiang Hai City Defense Headquarters, all armed forces, cooperate with Captain Liang Wen."

"Repeat it."

Wei Gong's voice was cold as a piece of iron.

"This is not a rescue."

"It is erasure."

The rain‑soaked night sky was ripped apart by dozens of glaring searchlight columns.

The roar of propellers tearing the air and the armored vehicle tracks splashing through floodwater with a whoosh blended together, heralding the overture of war.

Fully armed units advanced from all directions of the city toward Happiness Community, that is, the center of Bone City.

Hundreds of meters above.

The cargo door of a heavy transport aircraft slowly opened.

A violent airstream rushed into the cabin, making Liang Wen's black Windcoat flap noisily.

Liang Wen stood at the doorway, wearing no protective gear, and gazed down at the ground below.

That city was already sick.

Centered on Happiness Community, a massive Weird zone of pale bones, defying real‑world logic, was continuously expanding outward.

It had already devoured an entire block.

From high above, it looked like a white flower blooming in hell, composed of countless skulls piled together.

Fierce, terrifying, yet bearing a perverse beauty.

Liang Wen inhaled a breath of icy air, the rain dampening their meticulously groomed hair.

Liang Wen stared at the white‑bony city for a long while before whispering softly.

"What you're doing is really......"

"Not handsome at all, Captain Ouyang."