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Chapter 89 - 91 Deceiving Heaven and Changing Fate (End)

Chapter 89: Chapter 91 Deceiving Heaven and Changing Fate (End)

Lightning can be categorized by its occurrence location into cloud lightning and ground lightning. The former is the discharge process between a charged center within the cloud and a differently charged center outside the cloud, which during thunderstorms results in multiple lightning bolts crisscrossing the cloud layers. This type is frequent, of lower intensity, and often obscured by cloud layers, causing the sound of thunder to quickly attenuate or even become entirely inaudible.

On the other hand, ground lightning is the discharge process between the cloud layer and the ground, i.e., the lightning that strikes the earth. In this process, the narrow channel of lightning releases a huge amount of electrical energy, creating powerful shockwaves and producing a dull thunderclap.

With the help of the 3D lightning tracking system, it is possible not only to determine the geographical coordinates of where the ground lightning occurs but also to accurately track its trajectory in three-dimensional space and thereby plot the propagation pattern of sound waves in the 3D space.

Thanks to the geographical advantage of Wudun Town, Li Cheng just took out two mobile phones, making one call to Cervantes and another to contact Yuan Zhixia.

The Special Affairs Bureau monitored the phone call in real-time, using local meteorological monitoring and supercomputing systems to calculate Cervantes’ approximate location based on the intensity, delay, and echo frequency of several ground lightning sounds. The precision was less than a thousand meters in radius.

To be cautious, Li Cheng also fired shots in that direction, and activated the "Life-Sacrificing Gambler" skill title obtained from the last regular task, consuming more than 200 points of his Sanity Value down to just 30 points, to increase the probability of "Shooting And Hitting Cervantes."

Given the villa in the mountains was too far from Wudun Town for bullets to reach, but under the mystical effect of the skill title, a slight deviation in the bullet trajectory was sufficient to make it veer towards Cervantes’ position.

Combined with the Special Affairs Bureau’s positioning, it was enough to narrow down the range once again, achieving a radius of one hundred fifty meters.

This distance was enough for the Special Affairs Bureau to decisively deploy a barrier, to locate Cervantes.

Li Cheng put away the two mobile phones, hands in his pockets, and turned back to walk into the bamboo forest.

In a guesthouse in Wudun Town, a group of burly men in black suits violently kicked open the suite’s security door, aiming their guns at Cervantes, who was sitting in front of a computer desk.

"Put down the phone!"

"Raise your hands!"

"Do not move!"

These men in black suits were members of the Mobile Task Force of the Special Affairs Bureau, composed of Summoners and ordinary soldiers. The firearms they held were specially made by the Research and Logistics Department of the Special Affairs Bureau, usually disguised as briefcases. At the press of a button, they transformed into bulky, heavy guns.

The magazines were loaded with armor-piercing, demon-slaying bullets, capable of ignoring most energy shields, magic barriers, armored shells... even against medium-level players, they possessed considerable lethality.

Simultaneously, the noisy sound of helicopter blades was heard outside the window, and several medium-sized multi-rotor drones equipped with anti-Spiritual Energy devices hovered in mid-air, preventing any attempts to send communications to friends, log into killing fields, or teleport.

"Are you Cervantes from the Wild Laughter Troupe?"

The leading man in black stepped into the room, sneering, "Name: Du* Zhi, gender: Male, born on December 8, 1999, address: * Chuntan Street, Jiangbei District, Yu City, ID number 500105...."

"Damn, box!"

Cervantes’ expression turned incredibly vivid, no longer the calm and pleasure from manipulating others’ fates. He obediently raised his hands, "Well, I am a core member of the Wild Laughter Troupe, holding quite a lot of important information. Moreover, my visit to Wudun Town was reported to my guildmates. If I disappear inexplicably, they will react accordingly and won’t just sit by..."

Click.

A Mobile Task Force officer didn’t say anything further and directly handcuffed Cervantes, lifting him to stand.

Cervantes had never thought about resisting. Besides the firearms and ammunition aimed at him on the scene and the anti-Spiritual Energy drones outside the window, he also felt a cold and stern gaze watching him from the unknown.

At least Level 35, no, perhaps even Level 38 or Level 40 Transcendent, paying close attention to everything happening in the room.

There was no possibility of escape; any attempt to resist meant certain death.

"The Wild Laughter Troupe, right? Looking for fun, right? Take him away!" The man in black waved his hand, escorting Cervantes downstairs, with a sack over his head, and stuffed him into an armored vehicle.

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At the same moment, killing field, humble street. In a shabby factory, the Wild Laughter Troupe is holding a meeting.

Unlike the serious and earnest atmosphere of other guild meetings, the Wild Laughter Troupe, which uses a flat organizational structure and has no hierarchy, has a rather... casual, everyday gathering atmosphere.

Bare cement walls are lined with several tables, where a group of people play mahjong, fight the landlord, play Texas poker; those who smoke, smoke; those who drink, drink; there’s even a brother with a hair curling machine behind him, not delaying his perm;

Four or five burly men are squeezed on a shabby sofa, watching "Tom and Jerry" on TV with relish;

Next to them is a group of young men and women in mental hospital patient outfits, studying and sharing books like "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance," "Mathematical Foundation of Quantum Mechanics," "White Night, Walk!".

In the corner, two fairy-like youths are playing their own invented card game.

"My turn, activate fusion magic, fuse Hawkeye Clinton Barton and Black Widow Natasha Romanov on the field to summon Avengers Hulk, level 7 with an attack power of 2700 and a defense power of 1800. Hmph, your life is like a candle in the wind."

"Heh, my turn to activate ritual magic, use Wu Jing the Werewolf Slayer as a material, ritual summon Captain China Wu Jing, and equip him with the equipment magic card [International Space Station Navigator], transforming him into the Wandering Earth version of Jupiter Destroyer Liu Peiqiang, with an attack power over 3500, perfectly crushing your Hulk. The one who should lose, is you!"

The scene is smoky and chaotic. If this were the real world, the landlord would definitely come knocking with a searchlight to check for damages to the property.

The only orderly aspect might be that everyone is wearing a mask—the Wild Laughter Troupe prides itself on being different, its members self-proclaiming as great scientists, great musicians, great dancers, and great playwrights, stars, great scholars, Rebel Leaders, great directors...

The styles of masks worn include, but are not limited to, Einstein, Beethoven, Mahatma Gandhi, Lu Xun, Tolstoy, Napoleon, and so on.

By the way, although the Wild Laughter Troupe is fond of hellish jokes, likes to stir things up, and disregards human life, they also have quite strict standards for fun.

Randomly killing someone on the street, neither hell nor a joke—similar scenarios occur every day in the chaotic areas of the real world, too tasteless, not fun enough.

Find a middle-aged corporate drone on the street, have his company fire him, needing a large sum of money because a family elder is in ICU, his wife deep in a pyramid scheme secretly mortgaging their house, children addicted to online gambling owing hundreds of thousands with constant harassing phone calls coming in.

Suddenly finding out the lottery ticket bought yesterday won millions, switching from sorrow to joy only for a gust of wind to blow the lottery ticket away, forcing him to risk his life chasing it through busy traffic—that’s called fun.

The doctrine of the Wild Laughter Troupe: You can lack morals, but not taste.

"Boss, bad news!"

A player wearing a Kennedy mask (missing a piece in the upper left corner) rushed in, shouting to the guild president, who was wearing a black and white Joker mask, "Cervantes has been captured by the Special Affairs Bureau!"

"Huh?"

The president, who was playing Minesweeper on the computer, kept his body still and turned his head 180° to look at his subordinate, confusedly asking, "Didn’t I send him to Yin City to look for clues about that special Hidden Room?"

"He did go, but he ran off to work on his little side business in the meantime, scripting his own mortal tragicomedies for fun. Ended up screwing up and got captured by the Special Affairs Bureau."

The player wearing the Kennedy mask scratched his head and said, "Boss, what do we do now? He’s carrying ’that thing’ in his Backpack."

"What do we do? Just chill!"

The president rolled his eyes dismissively, "He knows quite a few secrets and still has value, the Special Affairs Bureau won’t do anything to him for a while. If it really comes down to it, after we sort out the matter in Yin City, we’ll just kidnap an important member of the Special Affairs Bureau and exchange hostages.

As for the near future... just hope he can withstand the Special Affairs Bureau’s interrogation."

The president folded his hands in prayer for Cervantes. Everyone else in the room also joined their palms together and said in unison, "Hope he’s alright."

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