sbdcsierra Chapter 347 New Mission! (Page 12)
Chapter 347 New Mission! (Page 12)
The green train moved slowly across the vast snowfield, its wheels making a monotonous clanging sound as they collided with the rails.
The heating inside the carriage was insufficient, and thick frost flowers condensed on the glass windows. Lin Qiye wrapped his coat tighter around himself, looking out at the endless expanse of white outside the window, his breath creating a small patch of fog on the glass.
Baili Pangpang was curled up on the hard seat, dozing off, his round face still bearing traces of tears.
An Qingyu flipped through her notes by the flickering light, her pen leaving crooked, illegible marks on the paper. Cao Yuan and Shen Qingzhu sat facing each other, silently polishing their weapons.
Jialan leaned on Lin Qiye's shoulder, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks. Her ancient attire attracted curious glances from many passengers, but Lin Qiye glared at them all away.
In a corner, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, closed his eyes to rest. The collar of his black trench coat was turned up high, obscuring half of his face. Deep within his sea of consciousness, unseen by others, wisps of dark gray law power were slowly circulating.
"Hahaha, not bad at all, a small success. This time I've taken down the projection of the god Yama..." he murmured to himself, a dangerous smile almost imperceptible creeping onto his lips, a dark glint in his eyes.
"Absorbed 3% of the Law of Death... another new law has been added. This Godslayer World is truly a treasure trove!"
It's such a delightful place, truly wonderful!
The law is manifest.
It's so easy to get, it's truly my treasure trove....."
Those dark energies, like living things, roamed around his primordial spirit, sometimes condensing into fine threads, sometimes dispersing into hazy mist.
Each shift brings a bone-chilling cold, as if countless tiny ice needles pierce the soul, freezing even the mind.
He could clearly feel these energies slowly eroding and assimilating his primordial spirit, like a deadly poison spreading through his blood vessels.
—The power to deprive people of life and harvest their souls.
This power was too pure and too ancient; merely touching it caused his consciousness to tremble.
In a daze, he seemed to see countless creatures wailing in the gray fog, their lives forcibly pulled out and transformed into the most primal power of death.
Although it was only a small, incomplete piece, it was enough to terrify ordinary gods—it was the pressure from the supreme law, the embodiment of the end of all things.
"That's really good!"
Within his sea of consciousness, the gray power of law suddenly surged violently, condensing into a hideous skull shape.
A ghostly green flame flickered in its empty eye sockets, and a silent shriek emanated from the opening and closing of its jaw.
But in an instant, it disintegrated into countless points of light and re-integrated into the primordial spirit.
He felt the surging power within him, and his fingertips trembled slightly involuntarily. A wisp of gray mist seeped out from between his fingers, corroding a dark hole in the ground.
"Looks like... I need to process this properly." He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a suppressed excitement and a hint of danger.
The train suddenly jolted, interrupting my thoughts.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, opened his eyes, meeting Lin Qiye's probing gaze. He blinked, then resumed his nonchalant expression:
"What? Did my handsomeness wake you up?"
Lin Qiye rolled his eyes and turned back to look at the snow scene outside the window.
"You're incredibly ugly, and you have no self-awareness whatsoever. Looking at you is less appealing than looking at snow; that's the real beauty. I'll just look at you one more time."
I'm afraid I'll throw up my dinner from the night before!
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over his sleeping companions before finally settling on his palm—where a wisp of gray aura vanished in an instant.
Suddenly, the train jolted violently, and Baili's chubby, round body bounced up from his seat before falling heavily back down.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes, his face still bearing red marks from the chair, and a suspicious trace of drool at the corner of his mouth.
"Ouch..." He yawned widely, patting his belly with his chubby hands. "Seven Nights, the mission is complete. What did the higher-ups say?"
Lin Qiye was wiping the snow water off Jialan's hair with a tissue when he answered without looking up:
"I sent Commander Ye my experience of this mission before I boarded the train." He paused, glancing at Baili Pangpang. "What? Are you in a hurry? Something wrong?"
Baili Pangpang suddenly sat up straight, his small eyes darting around, and he lowered his voice mysteriously, saying, "Hi! Everyone knows I come from an ordinary family..."
"Pfft—" An Qingyu, who was drinking water, spat it out and coughed violently.
Cao Yuan paused in wiping the dagger, the sharp blade nearly slicing his finger. Even the usually composed Shen Qingzhu's lips twitched visibly.
Baili Pangpang, completely oblivious, continued speaking in a serious tone:
“My dad’s birthday is coming up soon, and he’ll be leaving then, so I’ll be taking over the family business…” He rubbed his hands together, a simple, honest smile spreading across his face. “I need to go there for this…”
An eerie silence suddenly fell over the carriage. Only the clanging of the train wheels on the rails echoed.
“Bai Li Group...the largest business tycoon in the country..." An Qingyu pushed up her glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold glint, “an ‘ordinary family’ with a market value of trillions?”
Cao Yuan silently raised the dagger, the blade reflecting Baili Pangpang's harmless round face: "Last time I went to your 'ordinary villa,' I got lost for three hours."
Baili Pangpang pouted, looking aggrieved.
“But we’re really just ordinary people!” He counted on his fingers, “My family owns about a dozen mines, dozens of buildings, and a few hundred listed companies…”
Lin Qiye finally lost his temper and gave Baili Pangpang a sharp rap on the head: "Shut up, you rich guy!"
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, was laughing so hard he was shaking, his black trench coat slipping down one shoulder.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, pulled his phone from the inside pocket of his trench coat, tapped the screen, and brought up the notes app. A playful smile played on his lips as he slowly typed: "Next time I'm extorting... no, begging for alms, I'll go to the Baili family~"
After typing that line, his eyes suddenly became deep. His thumb hovered above the send button, hesitating to press it.
"After all, the Baili family is almost finished!" he thought to himself, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
Looking up at Baili Pangpang, whose face was flushed red from being teased by everyone, Zhang Yun in black had a strange look in his eyes.
The chubby figure was gesticulating wildly, trying to justify the family's "ordinary" status, with a carefree smile on his face.
"How ironic..." Zhang Yun, dressed in black, put away his phone, his fingertips unconsciously tapping his knee. "Baili Xiaopang's life, on the surface glamorous, is actually..."
His thoughts drifted to the birthday banquet that was not far away—what kind of cold-blooded calculations were hidden behind the kind smile of Old Master Baili sitting in the main seat?
What kind of poison might be laced in the cup of tea offered by the elegant and noble Lady Baili?
And what kind of blade is hidden in the sleeve of that boy who always follows Baili Pangpang around calling him "brother"?
“Living in lies and illusions…” Zhang Yun, dressed in black, shook his head slightly, watching Baili Pangpang stuffing potato chips into his mouth without a care in the world. “This time when we went back, Father planned, Mother carried out the plan, and Brother did the deed… It was truly a ‘harmonious’ family dinner.”
Ironically, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, knew that the Night's Watch leadership had secretly approved the "purge plan."
Perhaps the safe in Commander Ye's office holds all the evidence against the Baili family—smuggling, bribery, and even collusion with foreign forces...
"The higher-ups are probably preparing to take action against this cancerous growth, the Baili family..." He squinted, watching the snow rushing past the window. "I just wonder if this little fatty can withstand this double blow..."
The train suddenly entered a tunnel, and darkness enveloped the entire carriage.
In the shadows where no one was watching, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, flicked his finger lightly, and a barely perceptible wisp of gray energy silently disappeared into the back of Baili Pangpang's neck.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the seat, a sharp glint in his eyes. He gazed at Baili Pangpang's innocent, round face, thinking to himself:
"Although Baili Pangpang is a bit dim-witted, he's not someone anyone can mess with." A wisp of the Law of Death quietly flowed within his mind, reflecting a chilling gray light deep within his pupils. "After all, he's one of my men!"
The snow scene rushing past the window transformed in his eyes into a series of potentially bloody future scenarios—those who dared to harm Baili Pangpang would suddenly have their lives reaped by the Grim Reaper lurking in the shadows at the most unexpected moment.
"My people are not to be bullied by anyone!" When this thought exploded in his mind, the temperature in the entire carriage seemed to drop a few degrees.
Jialan unconsciously shrank into Lin Qiye's arms, looking around in confusion.
Baili Pangpang suddenly shivered. He scratched his head and met Zhang Yun's strange gaze. That gaze was so complicated that his round body unconsciously shrank back into his seat.
“Um… Zhang Yun…” Baili Pangpang swallowed hard, his chubby fingers twisting together. “I won’t sell! Really!”
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, was taken aback by his words, then chuckled. He reached out and ruffled Baili Pangpang's hair with an unusually gentle touch.
"Don't worry, I won't trick you this time." His voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it. "Remember, no matter what happens, come find me."
Baili Pangpang blinked blankly, completely failing to understand the deeper meaning behind those words. But for some reason, he felt a lump in his throat and quickly lowered his head, pretending to straighten his collar to hide his reddened eyes.
Outside the window, the snow fell heavier and heavier. The railway tracks stretched into the distance, like the irreversible trajectory of fate.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, gazed at the gray sky, a cold smile curving his lips—some games have only just begun.
"Ding--"
A crisp notification sound suddenly rang out in the noisy carriage.
Lin Qiye took out the specially made black mobile phone from his pocket. The screen glowed with a faint blue light in the dim light.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, leaned back in his chair, glanced at the object casually, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
The moment Lin Qiye unlocked the screen, his pupils suddenly contracted.
It was an encrypted emergency mission order, the bright red "Ye" seal at the end standing out starkly. He sat bolt upright, his fingers clenching involuntarily until his knuckles turned bluish-white.
"Brothers," Lin Qiye's voice was low and urgent, instantly putting everyone on edge, "we need to change cars."
The air inside the carriage seemed to freeze. Baili Pangpang's potato chips fell to the ground with a "plop," An Qingyu quickly closed her laptop, and Cao Yuan and Shen Qingzhu simultaneously gripped their weapons.
Even Jialan, who was leaning on Lin Qiye's shoulder, instantly woke up, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
“Commander Ye’s urgent order,” Lin Qiye turned his phone screen towards everyone, the countdown on it particularly eye-catching, “The helicopter will be at K7 area to pick you up in ten minutes.”
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, slowly stood up, his black trench coat rippling like water under the swaying lights of the carriage.
He reached out and patted Baili Pangpang, who was still in a daze: "Little Fatty, your 'ordinary birthday banquet' will have to be postponed~"
Outside the window, several blinding searchlights suddenly lit up at the edge of the snowfield. The faint roar of propellers tearing through the air could be heard approaching from afar.
Lin Qiye quickly packed his equipment, deftly slinging his tactical backpack over his shoulder.
“The specific coordinates have been synchronized to the terminal,” he said, checking the straight knife at his waist, the blade flashing coldly in the dimly lit carriage. “Three minutes to prepare.”