He's Come Back for Me Now

There are very few Sequence Holder are good at using Gene Seeds in combat. This type of Sequence Holder is somewhat similar to a hunter who is good at traps, relying on Gene Seeds to set up traps in advance.

Sequence Holder that require advance planning to unleash their power are almost impossible to find in normal combat situations.

That's why people with targeted abilities are also rare.

Seeing the countless thorns growing outside the guard center and in the fire-concentrated area, the people in the room couldn't come up with a good way to deal with it for the time being.

The security center is not Dongshan; there are no bulldozers here, and it's impossible to deal with the situation by burning or other methods during a torrential downpour.

An even more significant problem is that, within the current surveillance system, many people have yet to discover the perpetrators.

"The thorns outside the guard center are distributed in the same direction as the wind; these thorns must have been carried there by the wind!"

"If even the weather forecast for Western Capital City is inaccurate, who can predict the wind direction within a small area?"

"Are you implying that this wind was man-made?"

"Maybe it will also include rain!"

"To command the wind and rain?"

Thorns spread across the unpaved ground, but did not penetrate the interior of buildings like the guard center.

Just like Zhang Xuezhou and others at the Zuo Teng villa, modern buildings are completely different from the earthen and wooden buildings of a hundred years ago, and are difficult to target, even though no one has died at the various camps outside the guard center at present.

The people in the monitoring hall continued to observe and discuss, and did not panic because of the sudden anomaly. They continued to search for potential opponents in the rapidly growing thicket of thorns.

As the situation became clearer, some people suddenly recalled some extraordinary individuals in history who possessed similar abilities.

For Zhang Xuezhou and others, the events of a hundred years ago are a distant memory, but for Zhong Rang, Li Qi, and others, it was a massive explosion they heard about during their childhood.

"Huang Daoxian?"

The name was mentioned for the first time by many of the older Sequence Holder of the Elderly Manor.

This was someone that even the emperors of their time would personally visit. Legend has it that Huang Daoxian could summon wind and rain and also cultivate plump grains.

This is also one of the origins of modern genetically modified crops.

Some folklore and legends even record the mythological stories of Huang Daoxian.

But despite hearing about it, no elderly person had ever actually seen Huang Daoxian.

At this moment, some extremely bad guesses arose in everyone's minds, and they kept staring intently into the distance with grim faces.

Who is that person?

The thorny shrub can grow rapidly to a height of nearly one meter, and then it grows slowly. When it reaches about 1.5 meters, it is basically fully grown. Some thorny shrubs quickly die, leaving only a clump of thorns with withered flowers.

The people in the monitoring room waited for a full ten minutes before they saw anything unusual on the monitor.

In the pitch-black rainy night, someone wearing a black raincoat came trudging through thorns.

The thorns on the brambles did not pierce the other person's feet, and the thick thicket of thorns supported the other person's body, making the other person appear light and agile when stepping on the thorns, and moving as if an ordinary person were running.

"He's the mastermind behind it all?"

"His head doesn't seem to have blossomed!"

Zhong Rang and Li Qi exchanged a whispered conversation, their eyes sweeping over Ren Yisheng before turning to Song Xianzong.

But before any arrangements could be made, a wave of blood appeared from the head of the person walking through the thorns in the surveillance footage. The body continued to run a few steps due to inertia before collapsing onto the thorn bushes.

"The bullet came from the direction of the West Eighth District!"

"This person walked effortlessly through thorns; his strength must be considerable. Who shot him dead?"

"The location of the shot has been revealed, so there's probably a higher risk in the West Eighth District!"

"There were no gunshots, no flamethrowers, and these people didn't have surveillance cameras to check the extent of the injuries on the deceased. It's impossible for them to be able to assess the situation as easily as we can!"

"Someone else is here!"

Running through thorns in the dark wearing a raincoat is not an isolated case.

As the first person collapsed while running towards the bronze tortoise, a second figure appeared on the surveillance footage.

As expected, the person in the surveillance footage was also shot dead.

The West Eighth District is the external underground camp of the guard center. These camps are like underground parking lots, housing various military vehicles, equipment, and supplies, and have a very complete protection system.

Not only did he kill someone, the gunman also changed the location of the bunker in the West Eighth District, no longer keeping the same ambush position as before.

It should be Song Bu'er!

Song Xianzong muttered to himself. After falling into a state of confusion in his old age, he slaughtered the Song Household. Song Bu'er's personality also changed drastically during that time, and he became somewhat crazy.

However, Song Bu'er also developed extremely high shooting skills after that incident.

If we exclude older generations like Song Xianzong and Zhang Xuezhou, whose marksmanship is unclear, Song Bu'er's shooting skills were likely second to none in the Scarlet Alliance State.

Aside from shooting, Song Bu'er's gun was undoubtedly the most suitable for him, and it was certainly better than those of Song Xianzong and Zhang Xuezhou.

Given Song Bu'er's current ability to conceal himself, his opponent is virtually impeccable in the field of firearms.

The first person fell and died, the second successor also died, and a third person appeared in the thicket of thorns.

With a series of deaths, Song Bu'er's true location has clearly not yet been revealed.

It wasn't until the ninth person was killed that Ren Yisheng's communicator started vibrating.

"They were all from the Zhao family in Changqing City. They must have spotted me by now. I need to get out of here!"

Song Bu'er's voice came through the communicator, but before Ren Yisheng could reply, the other party had already hung up.

"The Zhao family of Changqing City? Zhao Changqing's people?" Li Yingbo asked doubtfully.

"I knew the Zhao family had problems a long time ago; those damned bastards even pretended to deny it last time!"

Zhu Liangping stood up angrily, regretting that he had been too soft-hearted back then and hadn't taken advantage of the Zhang Qiaoen incident to purge the many powerful Lineage in Changqing City.

"Don't rush, wait a little longer!"

Wang Haoran took a breath and pulled the furious Zhu Liangping back.

Zhu Liangping is usually a very charming person, but after the terrible events in Changqing City, Zhu Liangping sometimes loses control of his emotions.

Now, in front of numerous committee members and older generation members, Zhu Liangping has clearly lost control once again.

Wang Haoran gripped Zhu Liangping's hands tightly. When he noticed Zhu Liangping's bloodshot eyes and saw the coldness in Zhu's gaze, Wang Haoran felt a chill run down his spine.

"So it was you who were behind this mess, setting a trap to target us!"

Zhu Liangping stared coldly at Wang Haoran, his eyes slowly moving around before turning to the screen in the monitoring hall, and then he spoke in an extremely hoarse voice.

"Since you're here, show your face properly. Why borrow someone else's body and become a laughingstock!"

Anyone who has witnessed such a situation at the Zuo Household, or has heard of it afterward, will not find Zhu Liangping's strangeness particularly frightening.

Wang Haoran simply called out "Old Ren," Ren Yisheng turned around and looked at him, already assessing Zhu Liangping's physical condition.

He watched as Zhu Liangping's neck stiffened, and slowly assumed the stance for activating the Dragon Elephant Combat Technique.

"Hey-hey!"

Zhu Liangping did not choose to respond to Ren Yisheng, nor did he choose to strike back. Instead, he let out a series of eerie laughs.

As the laughter subsided, Zhu Liangping revealed a terrified expression.

"It's that transparent bead we saw in Changqing City. He said before that he remembered my face, and now he's come back to find me." Zhu Liangping asked in shock, "How much time has passed?"

Wang Haoran did not respond, and Zhu Liangping's gaze swept over the time on the monitor.

A sense of fear washed over him.

"A day feels like a year" is an adjective describing an extremely long period of time, but what he experienced was far more terrifying than that.

In those brief ten seconds, his experience was no different from what he had experienced in Changqing City. His mind was once again immersed in the image of Zhu Liangping before his death, and the short time felt like more than ten days had passed.

If it weren't for Ren Yisheng's Dragon Elephant Combat Technique breaking this situation, Zhu Liangping felt that if he had immersed himself in it, he would either have gone mad or, after a long time, become numb and fall into old age and death, leaving only a walking corpse.