Act 06: Don't Stop

Foreword:

Life is short, and carelessly wasting it will make it even shorter.

[Part 1: The Exit of Life]

Noisy footsteps echoed from the stairwell; it was the Blood Knights' external operations team arriving to provide assistance.

Hearing his companions' shouts, Little Four Eyes immediately became angry and no longer afraid. He mustered his courage, covered his head with his arm, and tried to protect his vitals with his thick scales. He was about to say a few harsh words.

The bullets from Kimber 1911 struck his thick skin, but the painless attack only invigorated him.

At that very moment, before Four-Eyes could even speak, as the gunfire subsided, he was surrounded by the good brothers from the External Affairs Team. Fully armed Blood Knights militiamen filled the corridor, and more than thirty burly men in black armor and lizard armor slowly arrived.

"Damn it!" Four-Eyes, still shaken, grabbed a gun from his colleague, cocked it, and then looked at the enemy in the front hall. But Glory had vanished without a trace, nowhere to be found.

After a brief period of chaos, the civilian patrol team couldn't get any useful information out of the bespectacled man. They gradually relaxed their guarded stance and started discussing how to handle the hostages in the front hall.

These lizard-man colleagues were covered in strong liquor, and their mouths were bound with cotton ropes, preventing them from uttering a single word.

After a standoff of about ten seconds, the Little Four Eyes decided to save his wife first.

He walked forward with trepidation, calling to his colleagues to follow behind. But the next second, something unexpected happened!

A strange noise came from the overhead ventilation ducts; the sharp, piercing scraping sound was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, drawing the attention of all the defense personnel!

Gunfire erupted, bullets rained down from the front lines of the column, until a torrent of blood poured down into the steel pipes.

"Cease fire! Cease fire, you son of a bitch!" Little Four Eyes screamed hoarsely.

No matter how strong Homo sapiens, they wouldn't survive being hit by more than two hundred bullets.

The colleagues in the external affairs team were extremely nervous, especially after seeing the body of security captain Boris; their mental state deteriorated to the point of madness.

The dilapidated ventilation duct was almost broken in two, and six pieces of hairy, minced meat fell from above.

Finally, an officer, looking shocked, recognized what was inside the ventilation duct from the features of the muscles and hair!

"It's a police dog! It's my dog! My dog!"

The officer held up two furry ears and pieced together a broken dog head on the floor.

"She actually went to the kennel! And herded the police dogs into the ventilation duct! That heartless, insane bitch! I'm going to kill her! I'm going to kill her whole family!"

The smell of blood grew stronger, far more intense than the dog blood falling from the sky.

This amplified the fear in Little Four Eyes's heart to an extreme degree.

He turned around abruptly, and saw several more corpses lying haphazardly in the blood-soaked corridor.

The formation that was originally designed to support each other was now a mess, unable to protect either side. The six members at the back of the team collapsed against the blue wall of the corridor. They sat slumped, and blood gushed out from the necks of their full-armor bulletproof helmets like a lively mountain spring.

Just now!

Just as the gun was pointed at the ventilation duct!

That woman has already started making her move!

How did our people die?

The man with the Little Four Eyes was visibly shocked. He only knew that his teammate's throat had been slit with a knife, but he had no idea where the real culprit was hiding!

There was no blood on the doors and French windows on either side, nor even footprints or signs of trampling or gripping.

In such a short time! She silently killed six people?

Could it be her?

Before the Little Four Eyes could continue thinking...

Two more people collapsed in the queue, like puppets with broken strings. Their strong, monstrous bodies lay limp and powerless on the ground, and everyone was immediately filled with surprise and fear, as if an unseen demon was roaming around them.

The team members instinctively huddled together, afraid of missing even the slightest clue.

The Little Four Eyes finally understood, and he immediately began to scream and wail, a grief-stricken cry almost as if his father had died.

"Don't huddle together, brothers! No! She's changed into our clothes! She's wearing a visor too! She's hiding in our ranks!"

He was so anxious, so flustered, that he knew deep down that by the time he uttered those words, it might already be too late.

Chaos and fear engulfed everyone present. These astral hybrid lizardmen immediately distanced themselves from their companions, but the narrow corridor only allowed them to form a long line, creating an awkward one-way firepower formation.

"Take off your helmet!"

I don't know who shouted it --

--Next, starting with the group members beside the four-eyed man, the Blood Knights had to remove their head protection to identify each other.

They unbuckled MOLLE's straps and tore at the Velcro, afraid they wouldn't be fast enough to remove their helmets. The feeling of being pointed at by a teammate's gun was unpleasant; the intermediate-power rounds in the opponent's hand could definitely shatter their armor and scales. To die at the hands of a teammate would be too unjust—police dogs were a cautionary tale.

Counting from the southwest to the northeast, there were a total of forty-three people, including the armed personnel who arrived later.

There were eight corpses on the ground. The team members on the northeast side, near the front hall, had already taken off their helmets. This plague, known as panic, began to spread to the southwest. No one spoke.

It was as if anyone who uttered an extra word would be branded a terrorist attacking the police station and executed on the spot.

Little Four Eyes was a member of the logistics inspection team. This familiar, deathly silence made him uneasy, because the environment was so similar to that of a train. Equally narrow, equally large blind spots, equally one-way passageways, and equally...

--While the militia are an armed force, they are also seen as hostages by the bandits.

From this angle, there's no way for them to support each other!

Teammates in the front row will become natural cover for the enemy!

Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!

"Get out! Get out! Hurry! Hurry!"

The Little Four Eyes's clumsy command and perpetually slow reflexes had already sealed the fate of the Blood Knights.

These monster units are stronger than Homo sapiens; three of them could completely block the way in this long corridor.

Then I heard the pattering of the wind; it was the voice that Manager Mana and the Cult Leader had spoken of—

--From the southwest passage, the occasional sound of gunfire could be heard. The rest of the sounds were screams and cries of pain.

Four Eyes could see the retreating column about twenty meters away, along with the blood and flesh flying up and down.

A gleaming chef's knife plunged into his teammate's neck, piercing through the soft flesh of his face and leaving a trail of bright red blood. The soldiers behind him involuntarily raised their guns, acting like supervisors, as if the soldiers in front of them would be shot if they dared to run away.

In just a moment of hesitation, these soldiers had become lambs to the slaughter.

In just over twenty seconds, the Little Four Eyes finally saw the menacing Yama.

She had a dozen or so bullet holes in her body, all hitting different steel plates of her armor. She was carrying the Blood Knights's semi-automatic AR in one hand and a chipped chef's knife in the other. Just as she put the knife down, she grabbed a soldier in the front line to use as a human shield and suddenly shoved her baton under the shield's arm and into the Barry of a soldier in the defensive formation, straight to the back of his head.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!" The Little Four Eyes frantically grabbed the two warriors beside him and fled towards the front hall.

Returning to the reception hall, he dared not pull the trigger. He saw the clerks, dazed and confused by the spilled liquor beneath the four pillars, and smelled the strong scent of blood and alcohol in the air.

"You are so vicious! You are so cruel!"

[Part②·House]

Xue Ming didn't reply; she was very busy.

--After the high-value targets left the corridor, she busied herself with tidying up the last six well-coordinated militiamen.

The three-front, three-back defensive formation unleashed deadly flames upon her, plunging her into a fierce battle.

The Little Four Eyes still wanted to challenge them, but he was like a chicken with its neck being choked, unable to utter another word.

It was as if a fierce tiger pounced out of the corridor, thick riot shields smashing through the road, followed by defense personnel falling to the ground in disarray.

The Little Four Eyes had countless questions in his mind, and his brain was starting to rust.

How did this guy find our weapons and equipment?

Why is this woman able to tame the police dogs at the kennel?

Why does she seem to know more about the armory's layout than we do?

A pair of dark, lifeless eyes were projected from the observation window onto the scarred riot shield. That was G117's environment in the observation hall. Without hesitation, she drew her Kimber holster and fired a shot at the clerk hostage.

The flames began to spread, accompanied by deafening screams.

The Little Four Eyes and his two guards had lost all will to fight. They wanted to go outside the hall, to escape to a crowded place, or even just to escape into the streets of shops and go home to hide!

Seeing the raging fire in front of the gate, they turned into cowardly lizards, smashing through the windows one after the other. They had only run about ten meters, and before they even reached the police line, they collapsed like mud amidst the gunfire, their heads bursting open.

Four-Eyes nervously swallowed, his hand went limp, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

Glory gently patted AR, ejected the empty magazine, replaced it with a new one, and pointed the gun at Four-Eyes' head.

"I've emphasized to you before that you should speak slowly and clearly, and not be nervous."

Amidst the raging flames, all the bespectacled man knew was that his colleagues and his wife had been reduced to rolling charcoal and writhing chunks of flesh, and the ceiling of the reception hall was stained black and red with soot.

He couldn't open his eyes anymore. The moment the fire alarm went off, he couldn't hear anything anymore, only the incomprehensible shock of sound and light, and intense fear.

Xue Ming: "One last question, on which floor is my gun?"

Four-Eyes: "Will I live if I tell? Can you let me go?"

Xue Ming: "Wrong answer."

Four-Eyes: "Top floor! Top floor conference room! Conference room! Conference room!"

Xue Ming pulled the trigger without hesitation.

She took off her helmet, revealing blood-red hair, and blew a kiss towards the security camera in the corridor.

At the same time--

--The Zhuai Ge Oliver was almost scared out of his wits.

He and several other key members squeezed in front of the closed-circuit television in the monitoring room and watched the entire recording of the massacre.

He cautiously lit his cigarette, but could barely hold the lighter steady. His secretary immediately picked it up from the ground, giving him some reason and courage.

When the Big Boss saw the soldiers of the external affairs team being slaughtered one by one by this butcher like chickens, his pants were immediately soaked with urine.

Band-Aid from the emergency trauma treatment team covered his mouth, crying and hissing, and hid in a corner to start injecting himself with sedatives. When the sedatives stopped working, he started searching for Star Realm Gang poisons to control his brain.

"Run! Run! Run!"

Finally, their valiant leader regained some of his courage to escape. The five lizards returned to the conference room, picked up Glory's weapon case, and were still determined to take this gift to the Star Realm Gang as a pledge of allegiance, to regain their face and reputation.

As they climbed out of the window, they used their sharp claws to hook onto the concrete wall and landed smoothly on the west side of the police station's courtyard wall.

Oliver felt a sense of relief, as if he had escaped from hell.

"--Thank goodness. Thank goodness that four-eyed guy is still somewhat useful!"

Tinkerbell trembled with fear, clinging to Zhuaige's side. "Yeah! Yeah, she must have gone to the conference room to look for something. Let's run! Oliver!"

The sirens of fire trucks could be heard in the distance.

Oliver, his spirits lifted and his eyes sparkling, exclaimed, "Great! We'll go in this car! When we get back to the Star Realm Gang, we'll definitely get an explanation from the Little Brotherhood!"

"It'll cost at least a hundred million!" the Big Boss cursed. "Damn it! It'll cost at least a hundred million!"

As the fire truck drew closer, Oliver's eyes were filled with the joy of survival.

Until the bumper slammed into the Big Boss forehead, the air intake grille smashed through Blue Eyes' chest and spine, carrying Tinkerbell's weak and powerless body, and one of its tails flew up.

Oliver recognized it from the gold ring on its tail.

That was his own.

Band-Aid Girl from the trauma group was relatively lucky; she had taken too many drugs and couldn't keep up with her colleagues. She was knocked to the ground, dizzy and disoriented by the blood, flesh, and severed limbs.

The fire truck's four front tires burst instantly, the steel wheels shredding the flesh of these lizard-men scum. The door opened, Xue Ming jumped out, holding Mr. Leslie's notebook in one hand and taking a fire axe from the side of the truck with the other, slowly walking to Band-Aid's side.

Band -Band-Aid is paralyzed on one side, and her lower limbs are unresponsive due to the effects of the poison. She struggles to crawl out, trying to get into the kennel, only to see the police dogs lined up, like a row of people waiting to be shot, surrounding a fragrant piece of ham, all of them killed with a single shot.

She looked behind her again, her eyes filled with tears as she begged for mercy.

"Don't kill me! No! Don't kill me! Please! You're a woman too, right?! Don't kill me!"

"Isn't this a coincidence?" Xue Ming uncovered Leslie's memo, which contained the Cult Leader's order, "The time is around Christmas 2025, preferably before New Year's Day. The location is St. Peter's Restaurant, a family gathering led by the Blood Knights. The people are—"

"-- 'Zhuaige,' 'Blue Eyes,' 'Tinkerbell,' 'Baidong,' and 'Four Eyes.' Plus 'Band-Aid,' that makes six of you."

"These people were killed by poison or explosives, through assassination."

The fire axe was raised high and split the Band-Aid's head in two.

Xue Ming returned to the fire truck, retrieved the battered weapons box, and packed all her treasures into her suitcase.

Having done all this, she prepared to leave.

--Baidong was both luckier and more unfortunate. When the fire truck crushed Oliver's head, he suffered an even greater shock, losing his lower body, but he managed to crawl to the entrance of the villa with his severed torso.

He saw the cold-blooded, cruel woman pack up her gun, and then suddenly look up.

More fire trucks have arrived at the scene and are spraying water jets at the burning police station.

The woman first spread her arms, washing the blood from her hair and body in the heavy rain, then took off her outer armor, revealing a dark suit.

She then opened her umbrella and followed the trail of blood to find Baidong.

Life is short.

Xue Ming said this--

"To waste it carelessly will shorten life."

The black umbrella covered Baidong's torso, and no matter how much he cried for help, the firefighters outside the cordon and far away in the front parking lot could not hear his weak cries.

A soft eyeball appeared on the Black Immaculate boots.

Xue Ming walked out the back door with an umbrella, and spent a long time scraping the steps to clean the filth off his shoes.

She remained calm, took a few steps out with her suitcase, and then turned back.

She patted her forehead, as if she had remembered something.

"Oh! Right! Assassination, it has to be an assassination."

She left satisfied only after seeing the archives room and the monitoring room engulfed in flames.