Vol·11 [Rules of Nature]

Jiang Xueming walked out of the confessional room.

She was enveloped in a cloud of high-temperature steam, and sparks almost flew when the rifling of her Flash Butterfly Armor suit collided with the vampire's muscles and bones.

It must be said that Leon and Barbara are incredibly powerful fighters.

--The couple used every trick in the book in the cramped confessional. Apart from the hardware data of the vampire body, Xue Ming believed that these two gangster bosses, who were proficient in Bartonism and street fighting, were no ordinary people.

Without this Flash Butterfly Armor outfit, without this sturdy helmet and thick armor...

Jiang Xueming knew in his heart that he would definitely be seriously injured.

--The Flash Butterfly Armor Outfit's design, combining offense and defense, is like a soft armor, capable of blocking enemy bullets while also cutting through enemy flesh.

She suffered multiple soft tissue contusions in both arms, muscle and bone strain, and four bruises on her abdomen and torso—all of which could be resolved with twenty milliliters of Universal Elixir.

Without this outfit, there would be no female body with such enhanced combat power.

It's hard to say who will make it out of this little house alive.

She also considered trying other methods, other weapons, and other trap designs to kill the Red Queen's Godfather.

But things happened so suddenly--

She had almost no time to prepare; her plans couldn't keep up with Winston Spencer's arrangements, nor with this sudden change.

The fire extinguisher next to the confessional was filled with silver powder and Balason. Just in case, Jiang Xueming told Winston to be ready at any time.

To lower Leon's guard and expose his Gate of Death, Jiang Xueming didn't bring his main weapon. He only had the Combat Master, twenty-three silver bullets, and a dinner knife.

Fortunately, these two vampire leaders were extremely arrogant.

When Jiang Xueming issued a life-or-death duel challenge in such a confined space, Leon, without hesitation, immediately decided to confront this strange little Nun head-on, even after being attacked.

If he were to unfurl his wings and revert to his original form, he might be able to escape with his life, using his immense strength to break down the door, smash through the roof, and fly away.

This is the last thing Xue Ming wants to see.

Now that the Red Queen's godmother and godfather have perished here, everything is proceeding steadily according to Uncle Winston's plan.

The distinguished guests took their seats as scheduled, and the enemies, organized by family, were arranged in a random order in front of the stage.

The curious young people were drawn to the meteor and Jessica, distancing themselves further from their elders or commanders in the combat group.

Once again, Xue Ming was amazed by Uncle Winston's superb butchering skills.

This is the time to unleash a massacre.

Seeing that the little Nun was unharmed, Winston Spencer immediately handed her a handkerchief. "How are you feeling?"

Jiang Xueming truthfully replied, "It's all cleaned up. I'm fine. We have plenty of Universal Elixir, and I can continue fighting at any time, sir."

When he heard the word "[commander]", Winston was clearly puzzled for a moment.

Immediately before the funeral bells toll, this uncle is to give a simple yet profound response.

"Why do you call me 'sir'?"

"Because your tactics are so effective, as the sharpest weapon in JoeStar's squad, I was able to face off against the enemy's ace and win. You were able to devise such a tactical plan just by talking; it's an ingenious skill that I can't comprehend."

Winston fell silent.

Jiang Xueming continued.

"Perhaps you'll say—because you're one of the top local figures in London, you know these people, you've been an undercover agent for over twenty years, you can command not only me, but also the enemy, so doing these things is naturally a piece of cake."

She took the mace and AK12 from Winston and prepared to go.

"But what I want to say is—your ability to deploy troops is truly perfect. You must have been a top student at military academy. I'm becoming more and more curious about your past."

Winston gave a knowing smile, looking delighted, and remained silent, pretending to be an expert.

Jiang Xueming pulled the trigger of the Eye of the Blood Wolf to check the weapon's status and then talked to Winston about what they needed to do next.

"No matter what, Uncle, we have to fight a tough battle and achieve what we just did. We have to make sure none of these bloodsucking bastards are left alive. We absolutely cannot let them escape. If one escapes, two more will come back."

Winston understood immediately. "I'll stay at the feed station! I'll be good! I won't bother you! And I definitely won't hold you back!"

Xue Ming nodded, just about to bring up this matter.

"I'm sorry, White Dove Knight. I didn't leave you a weapon, nor did I consider you a combat unit. If this gun can protect you, then take it."

She pulled the G26 from under her skirt and handed it to Uncle Winston.

Winston hesitated for a very long time before taking the gun.

Xue Ming asked, "You don't know how to use it? Right?"

Winston nodded. "Hmm, I don't know how to use it."

Xue Ming's eyes sharpened, becoming increasingly aggressive.

"--Is it really that you don't know how to use it? Did you learn about it at military academy but have very little practical experience?"

Winston truthfully stated, "This is a modern Austrian firearm, simple in design, ready to fire as soon as you pick it up, without complicated carrying safety, reliable and deadly—I dare not say I know how to use it; I've never used such a good gun in my life."

Jiang Xueming immediately withdrew G26, and her eyes softened.

"Mr. Winston, you are a respectable man, a brave man."

Winston gave a slight bow, preparing to leave. "Is that so?"

Jiang Xueming loaded his weapon and waited to fire. He left the shadowy side of the confessional, pulled up his helmet, and prepared to go to the funeral hall for the banquet.

"As Lu Xun said, 'The coward draws his sword against the weak, while the brave draw his sword against the strong.' You've dealt with these bloodsucking demons for so many years, and it's already quite remarkable that you haven't gone down the path of crime—to help us reckless young people and stand up against these cannibalistic scum, without a doubt, you are a hero."

Beneath the steel mask, Jiang Xueming felt unusually excited. She wanted to rein in the wild horse inside her and find a balance from her raging hormone levels. She could only keep talking to reinforce her memory and repeatedly remind herself not to get addicted to this hunting ritual.

"Just now, relying on this strong body, I killed Leon and Barbara."

"That was a matter of using physical strength to overcome strength, exploiting the enemy's weakness through an ambush and trap."

"The capabilities of this body far exceed my expectations."

"During close-quarters combat, my body is almost unaffected by any negative emotions. I have a morbid obsession with killing, and the endorphins and dopamine released by my brain are a real reward."

Besides [labor], Homo sapiens also enjoy doing one other thing: [killing].

If Jiang Xueming's male form is very fond of labor, he can even visibly recover his mental strength while working.

So, the smile that unconsciously appears on this female body when taking a life is also a release of her true nature, a way of recovering her spiritual energy.

The more they kill, the more energetic they become; the more they kill, the happier they feel.

Xue Ming believed that this physical condition was definitely abnormal, especially in modern society.

--This female character has a serious problem. The hunting instinct expressed by her recessive genes is far too strong. She is almost constantly thinking about how to break things and harm lives. She even needs neurotransmitters like serotonin to treat it.

However, it is an excellent choice to use it occasionally as a tool to deal with monsters.

Henry knelt and kowtowed three times and nine times in the funeral hall, performing all the rituals as instructed by his godmother.

Young Henry, impatient, finished his kowtow and prepared to go to the confessional.

In the very next second, a brilliant light burst forth from Dr. Wang Chenggui's memorial altar—

--That was an intense light that the naked eye couldn't bear, from Commander Jessica's treasured stockpile. The flashbangs emitted a powerful light and a sound exceeding 170 decibels when they exploded.

These two vampire progenitors lost all will to fight almost immediately.

At that very moment, according to Winston's seating arrangement, Meteor, carrying Commander Jessica's head, arrived in the middle of the road. He tore open the colorful costume of the Ghost Mask Nuo Opera, and the intense light that burst forth almost blinded the curious eyes of all the young vampires.

Bright flames burst forth from hidden compartments in the walkway platform, the thick smoke carrying the smell of Balason disinfectant, and a thick fog so dense that visibility was impossible enveloped the narrow space of no more than two hundred square meters.

The experienced vampire covered his eyes and began to scream in agony. At the same time, the soft flesh in his throat began to rot and stink under the corrosive influence of the silver powder. Every time he opened his mouth to shout, he would instantly lose his voice.

The wolf mask blocked out all the strong light. Meteor awoke from the brief dizziness caused by the loud noise and immediately transformed into a beast that would devour anyone it encountered.

He charged toward the swarm of vampire imps, and Wild Wolf-ACE began to breathe dragon breath.

Gunshots rang out intermittently through the thick fog, and chunks of flesh, shattered from gunshot wounds, were splattered across the stands.

In just a few seconds, most of the vampires' fighting force was wiped out. Then came the grotesque sound of fleshy bat wings tearing through their backs, and some vampires tried to flap their wings and flee.

--The dark figure in the fog had just left the ground when the roar of gunfire from the Eye of the Blood Wolf was heard. A skull, flying from a great distance, struck the registration table in the funeral hall -- becoming the final funeral favor.

Many vampires didn't even have time to transform; the noise from their limb changes and their suddenly enlarged figures in the fog made them perfect targets for JoeStar, as conspicuous as fireflies in the night.

In this poisonous fog that resembles mercury, there are also Winterhold Dayspeople who run headlong, their will to survive incredibly strong.

The three young men walked forward together, their eyes closed and mouths covered, planning their route according to their memories, avoiding the flames and flashes in the thick fog, trying to reach the parking lot to retrieve their weapons.

When they reached the edge of the thick fog, they were almost ecstatic.

--Then my shoulder slumped.

The sudden wolf claws and bites from behind brought the three distinguished guests back to the funeral scene.

Another lucky one was a drummer from the Bloody Hand Brotherhood.

--This guy got drunk this morning and was vomiting uncontrollably in the toilet. He was just about to come back and properly mourn the past kindness and blood-drawing friendship between Dr. Cheng Gui and his master.

He went to the toilet to vomit, which only took five minutes. When he came back, it was as if he had entered another world, as if everything had changed.

You can also see a guitarist who has just taken flight in the sky, only to be instantly cleaved in two by a streak of blue flame.

Before the drummer could summon his spirit and transform into a bat, a short stick suddenly shot out of the mist and smashed his head into a shattered watermelon.

Even as he lay dying, the unfortunate man could still hear the deafening roar of the loudspeakers in the mourning hall, the static carrying an unbearable, violent noise that nearly shattered his eardrums.

The dark shadows that flashed through the fog from time to time were like the King of Hell from the underworld, reaping souls and taking lives.

The moment his pineal gland and thalamus shattered, his soul vanished, leaving behind only a trembling corpse still burning with blue flames.

As the thick fog dissipated, Jiang Xueming and his friends shouted orders.

"Clear the battlefield!"

Four black-clad Death God wandered among the seats, identifying several vampires whose fighting spirit had been shattered, who were feigning death in an attempt to slip through.

—By simply stepping on their necks and smashing their skulls, these Death God move on to their next target.

Robert Tang Ning was like a farmer harvesting wheat, crouching in the shadows.

He gripped his hunting rifle, glaring fiercely at the monsters.

He felt a sense of exhilaration. Although he couldn't take revenge himself, seeing these monsters die before his eyes was as refreshing as eating a Five Rams brand ice cream on a hot Great Xia.

This is the law of nature.

This is a cycle of karma.

Every now and then, vampires would kneel down, begging for mercy and weeping, clinging to Jiang Xueming's legs and promising him wealth and status or a beautiful woman and a talented man.

The only response they received was gunfire and bullets.

Meteor: "The area is completely silent."

Xiao Qi: "The area is completely silent, employer."

3301: "The area is completely silent; there are no signs of life."

Jiang Xueming: "An enemy escaped. The head count is incorrect; four monsters escaped."

Upon hearing these words, Tang Ning's heart tightened.

--If these scumbags escape to safety, things will get complicated.

3301 immediately said, "Should I go after them?"

Before the words were even finished, a car sped through the cemetery road, veering wildly as if trying to escape this hell.

The driver in the car was sweating profusely, and he didn't even dare to transform into a bat and fly away. He remembered clearly and understood perfectly—before he could fly at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour, in the short time it took to climb, his head would be turned into a piece of minced meat by the bullets of these demons.

Drive away!

We must drive away!

Jiang Xueming: "Xiao Qi! What car number is that!?"

Xiao Qi pulled a multi-functional prospecting terminal from his back pocket. "It looks like number fourteen."

Jiang Xueming: "Send it to heaven."

Xiao Qi pressed the detonator--

--A 200-gram plastic bomb turned the car into a fireball.

It was divided into four parts and placed under the seats, turning the bodies of the last four vampires into dust. The shockwave ripped open the aluminum alloy frame on the roof, causing the entire vehicle to bounce.

The four skulls flew back to the cemetery along the slope of the low hill, where they were eventually crushed by the meteor's footsteps and laid to rest.

Jiang Xueming unloaded his ammunition and checked his gun, saying to his comrades, "The battle is over, let's clean up the battlefield."

Tang Ning squatted beside the audio control panel, stunned for a long time before realizing what kind of ruthless monsters she had stumbled upon. These people were incredibly efficient at using modern weapons to eliminate vampires; once their prey entered the trap, there was absolutely no chance of survival.

I originally thought that Bu Liuxing's "I'll avenge you" was just a joke, a polite remark at the dinner table.

Now it seems --

--[JoeStar] is not joking; this is absolutely not just talk.

Xiao Qi went to retrieve the bombs from the cars one by one.

Teacher San San and Meteor were sorting through the guests' belongings, taking the vampire's guns and bullets into the tool shed.

Jiang Xueming was examining the essence of the vampire's remains, trying to find more weaknesses and more Gate of Death. High-definition anatomical illustrations of these bat-like monsters rarely appeared in the <Great Rift of All Things>. If he could understand the body structure, finding the vulnerable muscles and joints would make the slaughtering process much more efficient.

What is Jessica doing?

Jessica put on sunglasses, but was still stunned by her own flashbang.

Therefore, we must dispel superstitions; using sunglasses to deal with flashbangs is useless.

At that very moment--

--At the feed station in St. James's Park.

Winston Spencer opened the long-abandoned cage door and headed towards the underground air-raid shelter.

This facility was originally built during the Cold War as a temporary shelter in preparation for a potential global nuclear war.

The Downing Street elites built a crypt beneath James Park, but it was abandoned after the Cold War ended and became Winston Spencer's private wine cellar.

He pulled a hammer from the liquor box on the side panel and slammed it down on the radiation-shielding lead plate in the basement!

A wooden crate was visible inside, covered in moss and mushrooms, and looked utterly rotten.

He opened the wooden crate and pulled out a pair of work trousers; the leather would crumble at the slightest breeze.

He then took out a five-pointed star emblem, which was covered in rust and could no longer be identified as an iron object.

He pulled out a pair of boots made of human skin, the spurs of which were rotten to the roots.

He took out Remington's revolver; only the cartridge shaft of the gun could still glow.

He threw away all the rubbish and found the only useful item at the bottom of the crate: a silver-plated, formaldehyde-soaked, and repeatedly cleaned with sewing machine oil-free but never-rusting butcher's knife. It had been Winston's nightmare, the murder weapon used to slit the chests of his best friend's wife and daughters.

At that moment, Jack Martin regained his real name.