Kingdom of Corrosion
Chapter 852 - 373 No. 2_2

Chapter 852: Chapter 373 No. 2_2

They searched the area but found nothing; after reporting via phone, they quickly evacuated from the main entrance and left using the elevator without ever suspecting the neighbor’s home. It never occurred to them that Blood Meng, being a police officer, would kill an innocent person in order to secure a safe haven.

"Make it fast, wait here for me." Knowing the danger was imminent, Blood Meng immediately went downstairs using the neighbor’s balcony fire escape, avoiding dim lights, and walked in the darkness. Reaching the alley, he waited a moment and then hailed a passing motorcycle, asked for directions, and stashed his cellphone inside the motorcycle.

Back at the neighbor’s home, Blood Meng leaned against the bedroom window to observe the situation outside: "Hopefully, this will buy us enough time."

Lin Wu, "They already suspect you."

Blood Meng said, "It’s only suspicion. They don’t think I’m harboring you but suspect I want to embezzle the gold. Initially, I thought they would not alert the prey and would confront me tomorrow during the day using my work to their advantage. I didn’t expect them to send someone directly to my door."

Lin Wu said, "The people who entered your house probably weren’t Bodde’s men, but rather those lured by Bodde’s bounty."

"I think so too," Blood Meng replied, "Rest well. I’ve made arrangements; we won’t be taken by surprise."

However, Lin Wu was not sleepy. After Blood Meng entered the bedroom, he began to rummage through the cabinets—he couldn’t meet everyone empty-handed.

This was a two-bedroom apartment. The other room seemed to belong to the homeowner’s son. Lin Wu turned on the desk lamp and verified that it belonged to the homeowner’s child who had gone abroad for studies the day before yesterday. Opening the closet, it was filled with clothes, with several pairs of shoes underneath. Lin Wu immediately picked out a pair of leather boots. But since they were too big to fit into his backpack, he switched his trainers for them and stuffed them in.

He then picked up a loose, black, warm coat that fit quite well with a hood large enough and water-resistant. He stuffed it into his backpack.

Lin Wu fetched scissors from the kitchen and cut the other clothes into strips. Inspired by a zombie apocalypse movie, he wrapped the strips around his arms and feet, which were more vulnerable to bites.

Next, Lin Wu went to the bathroom and found an emergency medical kit containing disposable syringes, gauze, alcohol, iodine, antibiotics, adhesive tape, disinfectants, and cardiac emergency drugs, among other common household medical supplies like Band-Aids and alcohol.

In the kitchen, he took some packaged sugar and salt but left the bulk items. He also found a grill with several iron skewers measuring 30 centimeters long—a valuable find, as they could be attached to a wooden stick to create spears.

Adhesive tape from the living room, a hammer and screwdrivers from a toolbox—Lin Wu took anything that seemed useful. Soon, his already sizable backpack was full. Thanks to his Spiderman capabilities, what would typically be a heavy load felt almost weightless.

Being physically fit really helps; upon reaching Earth, strength training is definitely a must.

Having been home for a year and a half, in terms of weaponry, aside from system assistance, the scenarios were all about practical operations. Thus, Lin Wu had the ability to shoot first today—something an ordinary person wouldn’t achieve smoothly, possibly even forgetting they had a gun or hesitating.

Blood Meng handed Lin Wu a handgun with three magazines, totaling 51 bullets. As for the AK rifle and M4, she took them all. Lin Wu didn’t argue, nor did he entertain the thought of killing Blood Meng—a notion unimaginable in previous game modes.

At six in the morning, Blood Meng rose from bed, observed the ransacked home in the morning light, and asked with a smile, "Professional habit? What do you want to eat?"

"Anything."

"Boil some eggs, a few extra, so we can eat them on the road," Blood Meng said as she gathered her hair, "Go watch from my bedroom." Blood Meng’s bedroom was the only other place in the house besides the living room window where one could directly observe the situation downstairs.

Blood Meng had placed a book by the curtain. Without having to move the curtain, she could just adjust her position to observe through the gap. The small commercial street’s breakfast diner and burger joint were open for business. There weren’t many customers, but considering the time, it was quite a few. Some stood outside the shop, leaning against a tree, eating their breakfast with burgers and hot drinks in hand.

Lin Wu’s gaze fell on a motorcycle about a meter away from one of the individuals. It was a high-end motorcycle, powerful and beautiful, the helmet also top-notch. From Lin Wu’s experience, such an item should not be appearing outside a breakfast diner at 6 a.m. Street-racing is for late at night, and now was the time for sleep. There was no need to ride a motorcycle during off-peak hours; the chilly morning breeze could freeze you half to death.

The person threw the wrapper in the trash and picked up a briefcase next to the motorcycle’s wheel before leaving. So, the motorcycle wasn’t his, it was just temporarily parked there by a resident? Street racing in the early hours, then crashing at a girl’s place—it was quite typical. But was the security in this bird city really that good? A motorcycle helmet worth hundreds left unattended?

"How’s it looking?" Blood Meng asked.

Lin Wu shared his observations, and after watching for a while, Blood Meng said, "Even if it’s a bad guy, it’s just a scout. Since they suspect me, they will definitely have someone watching my place. Don’t be influenced, stick to the plan." They would send Lin Wu to the hotel at seven, which would take 20 minutes. From the hotel to the helicopter, another 10 minutes.

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At seven o’clock sharp, a prepared Blood Meng checked in from her room, and she and Lin Wu exited via the neighbor’s fire escape, both wearing masks. In addition to a backpack, Lin Wu also carried a golf bag containing an AK rifle. Blood Meng had packed other long guns disassembled together, resembling a rolled-up bedroll.

Reaching the ground floor, a white SUV from a neighbor was just ten meters away. As they walked toward the vehicle, a man and a woman appeared from either side of the road, heading toward them. The man’s left hand was behind his back, and the woman’s hands were crossed in front of her chest. Blood Meng said, "Be alert."

Speaking, Blood Meng and Lin Wu moved to the rear of the vehicle, Blood Meng opening the trunk. In the next second, they split left and right, guns in both hands, pointing at the man and woman merely 5 meters away. The duo instinctively drew their pistols, but were too late. They had only managed to brandish their guns before Lin Xue shot them dead.

People around stared in their direction.

"Shit!" cursed Blood Meng, as she and Lin Wu got into the car and drove away.

Leaving the alley and entering the road, Lin Wu set the navigation on the control panel while Blood Meng floored the gas. From the situation just now, it was clear that the adversaries were not merely suspicious—it was an ambush.

They hadn’t gone far when two motorcycles rapidly caught up from behind. Blood Meng rolled down the sunroof, and Lin Wu, standing through the sunroof, pulled out his AK rifle. Ahead on the sidewalk, a pedestrian was crossing the street. Blood Meng didn’t swerve or brake abruptly, just kept driving straight. The pedestrian, noticing the danger, stopped and turned, running a few steps before the car buzzed past his body.

With Blood Meng’s cold-blooded driving, shooting a target 10 meters away was like hitting a stationary target. The rider on the left had his head blown off by the AK rifle, and as the driver and vehicle separated, the motorcycle flew onto a bus platform, turning into flames and debris, engulfing several bus passengers.

The second motorcyclist, seeing this, did not slow down. Driving one-handed, he pulled a submachine gun from inside his leather jacket, only to be shot in the head by Lin Wu. The driverless motorcycle continued on for over twenty meters, crossed a green belt, and collided with an oncoming car, sparking a pile-up.

"Nice shooting," Blood Meng praised. "Didn’t expect a lousy game to train someone into a Sharpshooter."

"It’s talent plus effort," Lin Wu said, unable to count how many bullets he had fired. In ordinary times, he would shoot around the base. After infinite bullets were canceled, the pistol became his weapon of choice, as the pistol bullets were cheap. Entering Hardcore Mode, with the zombies’ increased attack power, the pistol had become a close battle weapon.

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