A tiny blue flame rose in Qin Ze's palm.
The note instantly turned to ashes.
Things are starting to get interesting.
Is there a mole?
Who is the mole?
Qin Ze glanced casually at Sun Xiaotian, who was haggling with the rat meat seller.
A moment later, a message came from Thousand Faces on the Local Area Network.
"He's just a little kid, he doesn't know anything."
"Someone paid you a piece of rat meat to slip the note into your pocket."
"It was pitch black in the sewers, and he couldn't see what the other person looked like at all."
Qin Ze had anticipated this.
Since they didn't deliver it personally, they obviously didn't want to reveal their identity.
Qin Ze was curious about who the other person was.
How did they know about the mole?
Thousand Faces: "This underworld is quite interesting; it's a melting pot of all sorts of people, and even a religion has developed there."
"I'll continue browsing; you guys go back first."
Qin Ze nodded.
This place is indeed suitable for Thousand Faces activities.
"Rat meat prices have gone up again; three tattered rags are needed to buy one."
Sun Xiaotian returned, grumbling and cursing.
Clearly, his attempt to negotiate a lower price failed.
"A bunch of heartless maggots, there's nothing to see here."
"I'll take you to see the brothers who will be working with you on this mission."
Indignant, Sun Xiaotian led Qin Ze and the others away from the shady shop.
He turned and walked into another underground pipe.
Ten minutes later, he knocked on an iron gate.
A male voice came from inside. "Glory."
Sun Xiaotian whispered, "Freedom."
The Dharma King, with a strange expression, transmitted a message to Qin Ze: "These people clearly had a secret code for rendezvous, why didn't they ask us about it back then?"
Qin Ze shrugged. "How should I know?"
The iron gate opened, revealing a large space behind it, more than twice the size of Sun Xiaotian's dilapidated hut.
In the corner sat a car battery, powering the dim light on the wall, next to which was a dilapidated solar panel.
There were fourteen men inside the room, all of whom had fluctuations in their qi and blood.
The strongest among them was only level three, and the rest were not even level two.
" Wen Jing and his men were sent by the Dynasty to carry out the decapitation operation," Sun Xiaotian explained.
The leader here was a bald man, the Level Three Martial Artist, who then introduced his own team.
Looking at these misshapen and deformed fruits, Qin Ze couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
Are you kidding me?
Is " Dynasty " serious about using these Crab General to carry out decapitations?
Seeing Qin Ze's less-than-pleasant expression, Sun Xiaotian quickly explained, "They are the captains of their respective action teams. Too many people can't gather here, lest the raiding sheriffs wipe them all out."
"Everyone will gather an hour or two before the operation; you just need to tell them the operation plan."
Qin Ze asked, "What are their strengths? How many of them are there?"
The bald man replied, "An average of 0.5, no less than fifty people."
The average number of veterans in the Self-Destruct Squad is 1.5.
0.5 is too weak.
Qin Ze pondered for a moment, "What is the leader's strength?"
Several people shook their heads.
Qin Ze was speechless.
He had never seen such a makeshift troupe before.
Without even knowing the opponent's strength, you just rush in recklessly?
"With your abilities, going up there would be suicide."
"You are not to go to the front lines for the decapitation strike the day after tomorrow."
Even ordinary sheriffs are at level three in terms of strength.
We can't exactly have them self-destruct like the Self-Destruct Squad, can we?
There's another reason.
The mole on the note.
Qin Ze is currently unable to verify whether it is true or not.
But it's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't.
To prevent the "little devils" from stabbing us in the back, it's best to keep them all obediently in the sewers.
Upon hearing this, Sun Xiaotian and the bald man were taken aback; this seemed to be different from what they had expected.
"Okay, if you insist."
The bald man's expression suddenly relaxed considerably.
It seems he knew this was a suicide mission.
Everything is ready.
The bald man waved, and the two men pushed out a machine that was nearly two meters tall from the corner.
"High-powered EMP transmitter."
"It can emit a powerful electromagnetic pulse in an instant, covering an area with a diameter of up to 100 meters."
"Whether it's sheriffs or heads of state, they would all be paralyzed for at least five seconds."
"Five seconds is a lot of time; it should increase your chances of success."
"We lost many of our brothers' lives trying to fix this thing."
The bald man patted the transmitter.
Qin Ze was somewhat surprised.
It's unbelievable that these guys, who can't even get enough to eat, could actually handcraft such a deadly weapon.
While combat weapons are powerful, they are composed of numerous mechanical parts, and the leader himself might even be a mechanical monster.
A strong electromagnetic pulse can instantly disable all electronic devices.
The head of state and the sheriff must have anti-pulse devices on them.
But even if it only affects them for a fraction of a second, decapitation is enough.
Giant Overlord hoisted the machine onto his shoulder, and Sun Xiaotian led Qin Ze and the others back to his place.
"I thought the people you recruited were all fearless thugs," Qin Ze said calmly.
Sun Xiaotian sighed, "It's all about survival."
"We can't leave the city, but your people will secretly send in a batch of supplies every now and then."
"Only those who join the rebellion against the Dynasty can enjoy this; otherwise, how do you think I'm recruiting people?"
Qin Ze understood.
"The results will be clear the day after tomorrow."
Regardless, this is an opportunity to confront the head of state directly.
Qin Ze planned to first ascertain the leader's strength.
If he's not very strong, you can just use EMP to instantly kill him.
But if it's someone with level eight or nine strength, then we'll have to take a long time to plan.
The Dharma King and his companions, unable to stay idle, also went to explore the map, just like Thousand Faces.
Sun Xiaotian started repairing his old, outdated radio again.
Qin Ze sat on the bed with his back against the wall, pretending to take a nap, but actually opened the chat group.
[ Beast Tamer: This quest is very different from the one in Jiang City last time]
[ Passerby A: Tell me quickly, what's the mission?]
Qin Ze then gave a brief summary of the mission.
[ On the Slacking on the Sidelines: It's simple, just kill the Führer. You're so strong, can't you take him down in a second?]
[ Beast Tamer: If it were a Level Nine leader, how could I possibly kill it instantly?]
[ Scholar: The Otherworld won't present unachievable missions; the specific adjustments will be made based on the strength of the Hunter triggers the mission.]
[ Scholar: Since you're tasked with killing the leader, you must be able to. Consider the current circumstances and think carefully about any clever plans you might have.]
This was the first time Qin Ze had ever heard Scholar speak such a long passage.
However, it did give him a heads-up.
Jiang City Otherworld was to clean up the Corruption, but at the time he was just a level one noob, and even killing a low-level Mutated Ones was difficult.
The key led him to the Subway Resistance Army and ultimately to control the nuclear missile silos.
That was indeed a clever plan.
But what will be the clever plan for this mission?
There has been no indication of what the key is.
"Damn! You're going straight for the intensity, huh?"
Although I always thought the intensity was too low before, this time it seems a bit too high.
[ Fairies Don't Poop: Can you guys read the question properly? This is clearly asking for two tasks to be completed.]
As Qin Ze pondered, he suddenly saw the Fairy say something inexplicable.