Kapitel.01 S.O.S. Needs Rescue

Foreword:

You are exceptional and unparalleled; feel the gentle breeze caressing your hair.

Your speed and unparalleled spirit are extraordinary, like a ethereal cloud drifting above the swirling dust.

--Lingyun

[Part 1: Pet Radio]

After returning from the Coulpo vault, Jason Megan encountered a career slump.

As a Lapis Lazuli Guards, he is still a baby, needing large amounts of Universal Elixir and White Lady's products to maintain his greedy wolf-blooded beast body—he's like a shriveled sponge, never quite full no matter how much he eats.

To feed this half-wolf body, the nameless chef, along with his waiters and Soul Might, traveled constantly around the world, searching for old, outdated urban legends in the Post-Gunsmith Era to make a living.

The old venue for the Moon God Cup, the coastal harbor of Adulis City.

--On First Street in the David neighborhood, a pretty, recently graduated policewoman hurried to catch up with the suspect.

"Sir! Sir! Slow down! Slow down, slow down!"

She is Kaycee, one of the gunsmith's many students.

Even after the Moon God Cup ended, this pioneer still couldn't forget the wonderful memories of Adulis and the Blue Eagle Stadium, and he couldn't forget that summer when he shed sweat and tears. He stayed in the David district as a militiaman.

The criminal we're arresting today is of Asian descent, from Taiwan.

Kaycee, now speaking in a gentle, timid Taiwanese accent, squeezed closer to the fugitive.

--She runs very fast, just like she always has in competitions. Her speed in the first 100 meters is comparable to that of an Olympic champion.

"Sir! Sir! I have something to tell you!"

"You have a case! Over here! Look this way!"

Upon hearing the policewoman's call, the criminal involuntarily slowed his pace and no longer wanted to escape.

"Oh"

Kaycee took the opportunity to pull a bottle of water from her duty bag and handed it over.

"Hey! According to Article 32, Section 25 of the Civil Code of the Adulis Special Administrative Region..."

"In your case, you deserve to be shot."

The criminal responded woodenly, "Oh."

"Can I see your ID?" Kaycee continued.

The criminal obediently cooperated and handed over his ID card.

Kaycee exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! It really is you! I thought it wasn't you!"

At this moment, the criminal seemed a little embarrassed, his expression revealing a mixture of shyness and smugness.

"--How was it? Pretty impressive?"

"Yesterday, they caused trouble at the Fengqing Bar, resulting in one death and two injuries. They fled from the back door towards Century Square. Did they bump into a mother and child while passing a rice noodle roll shop?"

The criminal nodded. "That's right."

Kaycee then opened the file and carefully explained, "This child was kicked away by you. He's not in mortal danger, but he has a broken thigh bone."

"But this mother wasn't so lucky. The surveillance footage shows that she tried to reason with you, but you were busy running away and just casually stabbed her twice, right?"

"Ah," the criminal replied, "Is that so?"

Kaycee: "That's right, she lost too much blood and has permanent brain damage as a consequence."

Having said all that, this shameless and remorseless criminal was now right next to Kaycee.

To be honest, if this foreign woman hadn't been so pretty and had such a pleasant voice, he wouldn't have bothered with these strange requests at all.

Hand over your documents? Stop voluntarily?

Cooperate with the work?

"What do you want now?" the criminal asked with a grin, putting his arm around Kaycee's waist and preparing to caress the policewoman's buttocks. "Are you taking me to the Police Department?"

"Your situation is a bit tricky," Kaycee explained patiently. "As I mentioned earlier, it involves a firing squad process, but don't worry, sir, it will only take you a little time—you might even find guides on how to surrender online."

At this point, Kaycee remembered something happy and smiled.

"Those are just travel guides from a few years ago when Madness Butterfly cult members visited the Police Department. They're useless now."

"The whole 'leniency for confession, severity for resistance' approach is meaningless to a criminal like you who has no conscience. You don't need to go through that whole 'turn over a new leaf' process."

"So what"

"The gentleman will be at the intersection soon. Just shout for me for a moment, it won't hurt."

"Look at that fountain; that angle makes it easier to record ballistics, and the probability of accidentally injuring civilians or damaging property is relatively low."

"My name is Kaycee Gerrard, temporary badge number BP10010—don't let my young age fool you, I'm absolutely reliable for this."

Before he could finish speaking, the fugitive murderer had already gripped Kaycee's arm tightly and whispered in the young policewoman's ear.

What if I don't cooperate?

Kaycee tried to struggle and resist, but the prisoner was too strong. Along with her limbs being restrained, she also felt the chilling spiritual limbs and the surging spiritual pressure.

"Oh," Kaycee said, embarrassed, "There are spirits too? It seems you are also an excellent psychic, sir? Are you a bloodline unit?"

The criminal arrogantly replied, "That's right, I am indeed a psychic, and not Blood-giving Monster, but a high-ranking superhuman in human society—as for those cases you mentioned?"

"I did get into a little trouble. I got into an argument with some clueless bastards at a bar, and it escalated into a fight, I think."

"But what does it matter? Those worthless lives are gone, so be it. Even if I crushed them with my own hands, they would only be a few ungrateful ants."

"It seems you're not afraid at all, sir? You didn't listen to a word I said?" Kaycee asked politely.

The criminal had already restrained the young police officer's hand; the more the naive young girl struggled, the more excited he became.

"--What are you afraid of? Who are you afraid of? Do you intend to use this sweet tone to persuade me? To make me kneel before your badge and confess my crimes?"

"Faced with an absolute disparity in power, even if this is the busiest street in Adulis, even if there are so many people on the road—what can you do? Can these ants help you? No."

"This world belongs to the psionicists, and has nothing to do with the mediocre masses."

Kaycee lowered her head earnestly, took the police handbook out of the front pocket of her shirt with her mouth, and turned to the last page of the booklet—she mumbled the "method" indistinctly, explaining the procedure, giving the criminal a final bit of dignity.

"This is usually the case."

"I'll just call on anonymous people to cooperate with the operation!"

As the last page of the police handbook closed, a red string was pulled from the pocket of the booklet, and the Summoning Bell rang.

In the blink of an eye, in the time it takes to breathe, two young men emerged from the arcade on First Avenue, a burly half-wolf emerged from the alleyway, and an unidentified man with exceptional skills leaped lightly back onto the road and ran quickly from the direction of the food street.

The once relatively empty street at the North Gate of Century Square was suddenly packed with nameless young men.

The criminal who was spouting fallacies and heresies just a second ago immediately knelt down with his hands behind his head, not daring to utter another word of nonsense.

Kaycee returned to the [Fairy Tale Kingdom] group and stood with her classmates. She had experienced this kind of law enforcement process many times—when criminals began to talk eloquently about their life ideals, they usually confessed to their crimes without any remorse, and sending them to prison was a waste of food and police resources.

When the execution process began, Mr. Jason Megan turned on his duty lights, got off his motorcycle, and pried off the militia insignia of the [Cute Pet Radio] squad from his chest, muttering complaints.

"I hate this team name! Who came up with this?!"

During the offseason, Daniel also came to Adulis to do odd jobs. He secretly pointed to the smug-looking Hao Bro next to him—

"--Senior, A Hao came up with the name for this militia group."

"You passed your postgraduate entrance exam recently, right?" Jason Megan asked the criminal with a grim expression, pulling out his gun. He then launched into a tirade with Hao Bro: "Pretty happy, huh?"

Xiao Hao pursed his lips, remaining silent, as if he was trying to suppress a laugh.

"I have someone in the Arcane Library!" Jason then shot the criminal dead.

--Executed in the street, without a trial process in a courthouse.

"You've already delayed graduating from your Knight Combat major, I'm telling you. Even digging a gunsmith out of the ground to plead for you wouldn't work."

"Ah?!" Xiao Hao exclaimed in surprise, "No!"

[Part ②: The Rallying Horn]

"Now, my boring holiday is coming to an early end."

Mr. Jason ripped off the Velcro straps, tearing the team markings on the carrying equipment to shreds.

He kicked the criminal's body aside, sent a text message to the mortician brother at the Police Department, and then, as if dealing with a hot potato, tossed his phone into Katusha's arms, no longer wanting to hear a single word of nonsense from the local Prosecutor's Office and the police superintendent.

"Originally, A Hao and Daniel were supposed to go to Eureka Volcano City during the off-season after the Moon God Cup training session—but due to unforeseen circumstances, plans have changed."

This lapis lazuli-speaking elder brother recounted the shipwreck in Shambhala—

"--The Nostalgia ship carrying General of Tears has run aground in East Horse Port. Quick Blade and Gate of Wonders are unable to leave; they must continue north."

"The BOSS assigned this rescue mission to me. He wants me to organize an experienced rescue team and rush to East Horse Port to support General of Tears. I've chosen you guys."

A Hao immediately responded excitedly, "Oh! Oh! Oh! It must be because of me!"

"No, no, no, it's not because you're exceptionally talented or unparalleled, it's not because you're exceptionally fast." Jason quickly explained, "It's because Adulis is a major international port. By riding the autumn monsoon, you can reach Shambhala at top speed."

"Oh," A Hao, deflated like a wilted eggplant.

Daniel: "You can lie to him."

Jason: "Have you always spoiled him like this?"

Daniel stated earnestly and logically, "Many regrets in life occur in this way."

"For example, it's like a baby starving to death before you remember to give it a few sips of milk."

"For example, only when all the sexy and alluring tutors have gone far away will God send down a few drops of rain."

"For example, a lecherous old man only awakens his superpower of time-stopping when he is in the late stages of cancer."

"For example, my handsome roommate moved next door, and I only found out from my classmates that he was a sissy."

"Just like right now--"

"--Mr. Jason Megan wants us young warriors to don our armor and go to Shambhala to rescue General of Tears."

"They can't even say a nice word, and they're unwilling to give themselves a shred of self-confidence."

"Oh dear!" Little Kaycee had gone mad. After hearing Daniel's explanation, she finally came to her senses. "I'm going to the front lines?!"

In fact, there are many, many soldiers even younger than the four-person team from the Fairy Tale Kingdom. These eighteen- or nineteen-year-old reserve soldiers have already gone to the front lines. They are the youth corps of Quick Blade, an important fulcrum of the supply line.

"He makes a lot of sense," Jason whispered, tilting his head closer to Katusha's sister.

Katusha: "My dear sir, your mouth is the hardest thing about you."

Jason Megan felt her blood seemingly heating up again--

He was a Blue Stone People; the stone made him calm and rational, or perhaps that was simply his nature.

After separating from the nameless man, he constantly traveled back and forth between the two senators, unable to balance his life and work. He had promised Bu Liuxing that he would work as a cook at the club, but even this small promise was difficult to keep.

Empty your mind and tell this story in a different way.

"Our team name definitely can't be 'Cute Pet Radio'!"

Jason got excited, tore off a piece of triangular bandage, and used his superb painting skills to create a vivid picture of a fiery red sunset.

"Although this team has changed several times, with some leaving and others scattering, eventually going their separate ways, leaving only me as a small team leader—now come with me to the port to board the ship, get the FOB, and then activate SOS emergency status."

"Yes! A Hao!"

Jason Megan patted the big, goofy guy on the shoulder.

"You are exceptional and unparalleled; feel the gentle breeze caressing your hair."

"You are extraordinary and unparalleled, like a ethereal cloud drifting above the swirling dust."

Hao Bro was filled with courage and determination.

"You're like a poet, Captain!"

Jason led the way to the front lines, casually replying—

"--This is a lyric, it's older than your dad."

Let's return to the Tequila Sunrise Hotel, back to a familiar time and place.

Back with Flavia Cici Marcus, the grotesque yet charming black snake had come to terms with reality.

"There are still two enemies outside the door!"

Flavia said this, remaining constantly on guard.

"Korkin has two accomplices, and the hotel owner wants me dead!"

"Why? How am I supposed to go on living?"

"Should we ask General of Tears for help? Should we climb over from the terrace?"

She immediately tore off the blood-stained blanket, changed into a decent nightgown, and ran outside the flower room to look at the outer edge of the hotel, at the beams between the windows.

"I can't get over it! There's no way I can climb over this kind of house structure."

The narrow outer edge of the wooden frame offered few footholds. Flavia might be able to hang on the wall with her finger strength, but climbing the wall or swinging to the window six meters away to repeatedly reach Bu Liuxing's room was a pipe dream.

This place is six stories high, the house is empty and large, with a ceiling height of five and a half meters. Falling from a height of more than thirty meters back to the ground, even if she doesn't die from the fall, she will lose half her life and immediately enter a state of Gate of Death, where she can only offer her neck to be slaughtered if she encounters an enemy.

"Lady Goelia! You bastard!"

Flavia started swearing for no reason and had no intention of leaving through the front door.

"Are these monsters who disregard human life your partners? Are they your hired thugs?"

"I naively thought this game would end in a draw!"

"I'm afraid even the General of Tears will be attacked. We must warn him! We must tell him!"

"He's just a Homo sapiens, he needs sleep even more than I do, and his physical strength should be almost gone."

Flavia felt anxious--

"--If he were to be attacked by the power of the soul in a dream without any defense, General of Tears would definitely not survive!"

Just then, the familiar knocking sounded again.

Sirius, the little steward, could no longer hear any unusual sounds. Together with the second companion summoned by the Necronomicon, they were to work together to deal with the black snake lady in the house.

Hello! Room service!