Chapter 245: Crushing Like a Rotten Twig |
Having made his decision, Qin Ziwen mounted the eagle and set off directly.
The Crowned Eagle carried him as it drifted down from the sky.
The airflow howled. Through his newly acquired Airflow Sensory Network ability, Qin Ziwen sensed vast, invisible currents of air in the surrounding atmosphere, continuously lifting upwards, forming a balance with the Crowned Eagle's spread wings.
The Crowned Eagle's wings barely moved, relying entirely on the air currents to slowly drift down from the sky, like a withered leaf, with almost no sound.
It landed smoothly in the opponent's courtyard.
Just as it was about to touch the ground, Qin Ziwen leapt off its back onto the earth.
The fact that he could enter the house directly meant the Safe House function wasn't activated; the other party's authority was below Level 2.
After standing up, he looked around. Truth be told, since breaking through to the Superhuman tier, Qin Ziwen still hadn't found a method to quickly increase his Superhuman progression. Daily fitness training also yielded minimal improvement.
After scanning the surroundings, his gaze finally locked onto the window where he had seen the Heavy Crossbow during the day.
Qin Ziwen took a few steps forward, reaching a blind spot under the corner of the wall, then silently chanted in his heart to activate the node.
A blue node ring materialized out of thin air.
Ripples appeared behind the ring of light.
Cold iron armor passed through the blue mirror-like surface as Du Yu emerged, clad in Lamellar Armor, a Monk's Knife held inverted in his hand.
Following him were Cao Biansheng, Qin Ziwu…
More and more people filled the courtyard.
Everyone remained silent.
Du Yu turned his head, his gaze falling on the adjacent three-story building.
This place was originally a three-story building rented out in an urban village, with a red sign for hotel rentals still hanging at the entrance.
Several air conditioner bracket mounts hung on the outer wall, but the air conditioners themselves had long since vanished.
Qin Ziwen took two steps back. "During the day, I saw the Heavy Crossbow in the building opposite. Some of you take people and go occupy that building."
"I'll go." Cao Biansheng stepped forward. Jiang Shan glanced around and also stepped out.
They then selected over a dozen people and headed towards the opposite building.
In this urban village, many courtyard walls and building exteriors were fitted with anti-climbing spikes.
It was evident that the neighborly relations here were not particularly harmonious.
Cao Biansheng tossed his iron spear to Jiang Shan, then leapt up, his hands directly grasping the brick wall covered in glass shards.
He wore full-body iron armor, including iron plates covering his palms, which scraped against the wall with a grating sound. With a forceful pull, he flipped over in one smooth motion, landing inside the courtyard.
He warily scanned the surroundings, then unbolted the gate.
A group of people filed in.
Inside the courtyard was a three-story building with white ceramic tiles.
The windows on the first floor were all boarded up with wooden planks, sealed tightly.
The only point of entry or exit was the sheet-metal front door on the first floor.
Cao Biansheng took back his weapon and looked across the wall towards the opposite courtyard.
He planned to wait for the Guild Leader and the others to make their move before breaking down the door, otherwise the commotion might be too loud and could disrupt their plan.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Du Yu had already led people quietly to the base of the building.
He looked up.
He noticed the building had been modified, with additions like "observation ports" and "firing ports" on the upper floors.
The doors and windows on the first floor were even more tightly sealed, airtight.
Forcibly breaking down the door would inevitably alert the people upstairs.
This house had three floors. The internal layout was unknown, and the staircase location unclear. Breaking in from the first floor would definitely be noticed by those living upstairs. The terrain of this urban village was complex; there was a chance people might escape.
Qin Ziwen gave the Crowned Eagle a look. The eagle lifted and surged, grabbing Du Yu and flying directly to the roof.
At the edge of the rooftop, Du Yu peeked over and gave a hand signal, indicating he was in position.
Seeing this, Qin Ziwen waved his hand.
Two people behind him pushed a Vehicle-mounted Crossbow closer, its cold, thick Crossbow Bolt aimed directly at the door.
"Fire."
The Crossbow Carriage jolted violently, recoiling back half a foot.
The Crossbow Bolt shot out, leaving an afterimage.
"BOOM!!!"
The sheet-metal door shattered explosively, fragments scattering like a thunderclap, jolting awake the night sky of the urban village.
In the courtyard opposite, Cao Biansheng heard the sound, a flicker of excitement flashing in his eyes.
"Break the door!"
...
"BANG!"
The door was kicked open.
A figure scrambled and stumbled into the bedroom.
"Boss Xiao, it's bad! Someone's attacking the building!"
Tang Xiao, awakened by the commotion, remained calm. He grabbed clothes from the nearby rack. "Take people to block them. Buy us time."
Tang Xiao went into the corridor. All the room doors on this floor were open.
Some went downstairs to block the attackers, while others followed behind Tang Xiao.
Tang Xiao retreated upstairs with five trusted followers.
Passing through the stairwell, the rooftop door was just ahead.
Upstairs, Tang Xiao had just led his men to the rooftop door.
One man rushed forward to twist the lock, his hand just touching the doorknob.
"CRACK!!!"
The entire wooden door, frame and all, exploded inward!
Wood splinters, chunks, and broken lock bolts flew everywhere. The man standing behind the door didn't even have time to grunt before he was struck by a blade flash. He was sent flying backward, his back slamming hard against the wall at the stairwell corner before sliding limply down.
Leaving a long smear of blood on the wall.
Before the dust could settle.
A tall, masked figure stepped over the threshold from outside, a single saber hanging low, its edge dripping blood.
Du Yu raised his eyes, looking at Tang Xiao and his men standing stiffly on the stairs below.
"This path is closed."
He flicked his wrist, shaking off the bloodstains from the blade.
Under the moonlight, the iron armor on his body gleamed with a cold luster.
Behind Tang Xiao, a wiry man stepped forward, shielding him. "Be careful, Boss Xiao. This one's an expert."
"You're not from our side, are you?" Tang Xiao suddenly said.
Du Yu's gaze was indifferent; he didn't answer the question.
Tang Xiao continued on his own. "I know all the experts from the Blood Script side. There's no one like you. And the equipment you're wearing doesn't look like their style either."
"It seems Yang Long was right. You really managed to sneak over here. I shouldn't have ignored him."
Downstairs, the sounds of fighting gradually faded.
Dense footsteps came from downstairs, growing closer and closer.
Seeing his stalling tactic had worked, a hint of relief flickered in Tang Xiao's eyes.
The wiry man shouted several times towards the downstairs, "Heizi! Old Zhang!"
He called out several times, but no one answered.
Tang Xiao's expression changed slightly. After realizing the opponents weren't from the Red Cauldron Tower or the urban village, he had guessed their numbers probably weren't large.
If his people downstairs could gain the upper hand, as long as they could hold off the opponents, there might still be a chance.
But the people he sent downstairs to block them... seemed to be all gone.
How could it be so fast!
From the stairway behind them, a group of people clad in iron armor and wielding long swords charged up.
Looking at the superior equipment of the people below, especially the burly men in the front wearing iron armor and moving with swift, powerful strides.
Tang Xiao's face paled. Now he knew why they had lost so quickly.
This full-body armor must weigh at least several dozen pounds. Being able to wear this stuff and charge up the stairway like a damn tank—who could stop that?
"Who among you is the boss?" Tang Xiao looked at the crowd below, his gaze finally settling on Qin Ziwen, who was protected in the center.
He had no choice. Everyone else wore Lamellar Armor, but this guy wore the most flamboyant Mountain Pattern Armor, standing out the most in the crowd.