Taking Them All Out in One Go

After the person who fell into the car disappeared.

The gunfire in City No. 10 stopped at some point, I don't know.

There was no heavy firepower, just ordinary automatic rifles, but no one knew who fired the shot. Yet, the bursts of fire from just one automatic rifle suppressed the Qing family's convoy behind them, preventing them from raising their heads.

Qing Wen sat in the only bulletproof car, his face ashen.

From his perspective, his convoy was on its way home when a car accident blocked their path, followed by enemy fire.

This was clearly a premeditated ambush.

Qing Wen said coldly, "I wonder which member of the Qing family dared to target me in the capital region of City No. 10. The Qing family has no shame. Qing Xing? No, this guy only knows how to hide and play petty tricks. Qing Yi? No, his supporters have already left City No. 10. Qing Yuan, Qing Wu? Or perhaps Qing Shi's father? It's possible..."

At this moment, the middle-aged man in the passenger seat turned to Qing Wen, "Young Master, shall I make a move?"

Qing Wen hesitated for a moment. "Uncle Lin, before the fourth round of the Shadow Struggle, it's taboo for someone of your level to make a move. If Mr. Shadow doesn't pursue it, that's fine, but if he does, it will be very troublesome. I suspect that tonight's commotion was because someone wanted to see if I had any experts by my side."

Uncle Lin remained silent; this was a matter for Qing Wen to decide.

Qing Wen said, "Call my uncle and ask him to bring the Garrison Troops over for support. I feel there's something fishy about this."

Uncle Lin nodded. "We've already called him, he should be on his way now."

"Then I'll wait in the car," Qing Wen said.

Without the sound of gunfire, the long street suddenly became eerily quiet.

The pedestrians had long since fled, leaving the two convoys silently facing off on the long street.

Inside the Mechanical God Cult vehicle, the Chief Judge said in a solemn voice, "There's a problem."

"Huh?" the young man in the passenger seat asked, puzzled.

"If the convoy behind us was meant to ambush us, why didn't they get out and fight back? And why did the gunman fire on them?" the Chief Judge said. "I understand now. Someone orchestrated this coincidence to incite conflict between the Mechanical God Cult and the Qing Clan! Liu Lin, go and negotiate with the convoy behind us. If it's a misunderstanding, clarify it."

The young man in the passenger seat was stunned for a moment. Who the hell would get out of the car and court death at this time? Who knows if the convoy behind them was actually coming to attack them together?

Even if that's not the case, what if the people who attacked them are still here?

Seeing that Liu Lin was unwilling to move, the Chief Judge said coldly, "Get down."

Liu Lin reluctantly got out of the car, raising his hands as he walked towards the Qing family's convoy. "Don't shoot..."

Everyone's attention was drawn to him.

However, Liu Lin did not head towards the Qing family's convoy; instead, he abandoned the vehicle and ran away.

As he ran, he saw the person who had just fallen from the building, now standing in the shadows on the side of the street as if nothing had happened, curiously looking at him.

This feeling is so strange.

The Chief Judge, sitting in his car, watched Liu Lin flee the scene and let out a cold laugh.

He calmly opened the car door himself, walked out, and headed towards the Qing family's vehicle, saying loudly, "I am the Chief Judge of the Third Tribunal of the Mechanical God Cult. I request to speak with the person in charge of the convoy to clear up the misunderstanding between us."

But at that moment, a figure suddenly rushed out of the shadows.

As the figure moved, the Chief Judge saw clearly that under the hood was the appearance of a girl, delicate and pretty.

But the Chief Judge remained vigilant. He instinctively extended his two mechanical arms to block, only to see the girl throw a hook punch that struck the point where his arms met. "Get up!"

The Chief Judge sneered; an attack of this intensity had no effect on him, and couldn't even destroy his mechanical arm.

But the next second he realized something was wrong.

The moment that punch landed, the world's force field seemed to change; he could no longer stand firmly on the ground, and gravity ceased to exist.

With a loud bang, the Chief Judge, whose entire body was made of mechanical limbs weighing hundreds of kilograms, was punched hundreds of meters into the air, like a vector meteor.

Qing Wen sat in the car, silently watching this scene, and was deeply shocked.

Uncle Lin was also shocked.

Even if a B-Class expert were to strike an ordinary person, it would be quite an achievement to send them flying dozens of meters. But now, the assassin's punch seemed to be sending the Chief Judge into outer space.

This is the purest visual shock, subverting all perceptions.

What they didn't know was that Qing Chen had returned this time because he learned that the Mechanical God Cult had once again sent experts to City No. 10.

The shadow told him that the arriving referee was a B-Class Chief Judge, someone that the Parent's Association couldn't simply rely on in numbers to defeat; a true expert was needed to handle him.

Otherwise, Luo Wanyai's foundation in City No. 10 was still shallow, and he would have had no chance of escaping the enemy's pursuit.

Qing Chen must eliminate the biggest potential problem that the Parent's Association might face before leaving here; everything else is just something to do as needed.

The reason he dared to come back was because of Yang Yang.

Just like the two war machines he and Grandpa Li Xiurui encountered on their way to the Forbidden Zone No. 002, the power of machinery is as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the Force Field Awakened.

If it is a true B-Class expert, then the opponent's life force field will be so strong that Yang Yang cannot affect it, and there will be a repulsion between the abilities.

But for assembly line experts in mechanical manufacturing, encountering a force field Awakened is like encountering their natural enemy.

To those Awakened by force fields, they are nothing more than a pile of metal weighing a few hundred kilograms.

In the past, Qing Chen would not have let Yang Yang take action, but now that the things the Parent's Association doing overlap with her goals, it is only right for her to step in.

But then the Chief Judge howled and flew into the night sky; however, he was not entirely resigned to his fate.

His clothes suddenly ripped open at the back, revealing eight jet boosters that stabilized him in mid-air.

At this moment, the Chief Judge already knew what he had encountered, and he was terrified that he wanted to abandon the ground convoy and fly north.

But before he could fly far, Yang Yang had already soared into the sky.

No matter how agile the jet boosters were, they couldn't compare to the true kings of the sky, like the Force Field Awakened. Yang Yang tore apart the boosters on the Chief Judge's back one by one and threw them down in a few quick movements.

Then, he controlled the Chief Judge and flew him into the distance.

Only Qing Wen and the others on the ground remained silent.

With a thud, one of the thrusters landed alone on their hood.

Qing Wen: "..."

Inside the secret prison of the headquarters of the Mechanical God Cult.

The screams were incessant.

Someone used a whip soaked in salt water to lash the prisoner repeatedly, leaving a deep bloodstain with each lash.

The interrogation room reeked of blood.

A red-clad deacon, whip in hand, looked at the prisoner hanging on the cross and sneered, "Just a month ago you were a devout follower of my Mechanical God Cult. Now, after only a month of betraying us and joining the Parent's Association, you've become such a stubborn coward? Tell me, who else is a member of the Parent's Association in City No. 18?"

As he spoke, another lash fell on the prisoner.

The prisoner was on the verge of death and could not answer questions or even speak.

The red-clad butler chuckled and said to his assistant, "Wake him up with an electric shock; he shouldn't be able to take it anymore."

The assistant attached two electrodes to the prisoner's chest, and the prisoner trembled a few times.

He opened his eyes.

The red-clad deacon stood ten centimeters in front of the prisoner, his voice radiating pressure as he asked, "Who are the heads of the Parent's Association in City No. 18? Name one member of the Golden Family, and I will allow you to return to the Mechanical God Cult."

However, the next moment, the prisoner said with a bitter smile, "... Human beings should not be afraid of struggle. Everything we do is for a better tomorrow. There should be no religion holding families hostage, and no corporations hijacking society. That better day will eventually come."

"May the youth of the Federation be unafraid of the cold... Give off whatever warmth and light you have, like fireflies, so that you can shine a little light in the darkness, without waiting for a torch."

"My friends, we cannot deal with darkness with gentleness, but with fire."

The red-clad deacon felt a chill run down his spine and lashed the prisoner's face with his whip.

At one point, he felt a sudden fear for some reason. The other party was just an ordinary believer in the Mechanical God Cult a month ago, but now he had become so terrifying.

Just then.

The security personnel at the headquarters of the Mechanical God Cult suddenly felt something was amiss. The flow of people in front of the gate seemed unusual, and there were always some strange gazes directed at them.

Two teenagers wearing masks emerged from the crowd and walked step by step toward the Mechanical God Cult.

"Halt," the security guard said coldly.

However, the two boys did not stop.

One of them sped up, and before the security personnel could even raise their guns, he was already in front of them, grabbing them by the neck with one hand and raising his gun high.

The next moment, intense flames erupted from the palm, blasting the security guard into the sky and turning him into fireworks.

The boy turned back to the crowd. "They captured our brothers and sisters, tortured, insulted, and beat them. They publicly slandered, ridiculed, and mocked us in the media. After tonight, there will be no more Mechanical God Cult in City No. 18."

Another teenager said, "Remember, don't disturb the people, don't expand the scope of the crackdown, and maintain discipline."

After saying that, the two teenagers went into the headquarters of the Mechanical God Cult.

None of the people he encountered were easy opponents.

The headquarters of the Mechanical God Cult is not empty today; those people have long since withdrawn their defensive forces and concentrated them all here.

However, the boy was fearless.

Because the boss said it was just right to finish it all in one pot.

As the two teenagers walked into the Mechanical God Cult, the hundreds of people on the street exchanged glances, their faces flushed red from the firelight in the sky.

Their eyes grew increasingly determined as they rushed toward the headquarters of the Mechanical God Cult.

Qin Shuli hesitated for a moment, then rushed in after him.

If you're too slow, someone else might snatch your chance to become a Purple Family.