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Chapter 386 - 63: They No Longer Have Human Rights

Chapter 386: Chapter 63: They No Longer Have Human Rights

Before Li Changhe pulled down the shutter doors, dressed in a hooded sweatshirt and carrying a backpack, He Feng had already slipped into the inn via the back door.

Who knew from which plot he’d obtained these skills?

Picking locks, crowbarring doors open, stealing cars – he was adept in all these.

He looked every bit the big-time robber.

In the moment the tall, thin man came downstairs, He Feng slipped past him, sticking very close to his back and staying out of his line of sight.

While the four people on the first floor were distracted by Li Changhe.

He Feng had already snuck up the stairs, quietly, twisting off the handle to the back door, effectively blocking their retreat.

Arriving on the second floor, He Feng listened carefully for any signs of movement.

Even though he’s a [Player] who, in pursuit of ultimate damage, focuses on increasing his strength. To be able to bear the enhancement of his strength, he has given 10 points to his physique as well.

Actually, distributing attribute points isn’t about pouring them all into a single attribute and calling it a day.

Even for Cangyue Ming, who has high energy, he must give at least 10 points to his physique.

Otherwise, the consequences could be disastrous.

Like when Yang Dong faced Fire Man, his body couldn’t withstand the explosive force.

Strength improves a [Player’s] attack power and explosiveness.

But it puts a huge burden on the body as well.

During the war, homemade cannons were powerful, but they would break down after only a few rounds.

Same principle – the four attributes are interconnected.

Yang Dong’s attributes were even higher than Fire Man’s at the time, but his performance was far from perfect.

Too much strength, not enough physique, even though he threw a punch powerful enough to compress the air.

If that punch landed, more than 90% of [Players] at the same level, including Li Changhe and He Feng, would be rendered completely helpless.

But after throwing that punch, his hand broke.

Too much agility, not enough energy. Performing double jumps with every step, even Newton would be speechless. Speeds so fast they defy the laws of physics, never worrying about traffic jams again.

But not only would you injure your own legs, you wouldn’t even know where your next jump would land. You might accidentally jump straight into enemy territory.

So, when distributing bonus points, one must consider the other attributes.

Therefore, He Feng added ten points to his physique first before focusing on strength.

His enhanced senses helped him determine that, for the moment, no one was on the second floor.

Just like the black hawk had observed, this was likely where that group was resting.

"Keeping the children hidden on the third floor, with the criminals occupying the second and third floors in shifts to prevent the children from escaping?" He Feng thought, making his move without hesitation, avoiding the security camera by the stairs.

He quietly approached the entrance of the third-floor staircase, surveying the rooms on that floor.

There were four rooms in all, each with its doors closed. At the end of the corridor was a security camera.

It was unclear which rooms the criminals and the children were in.

After thinking for a moment, he took a black hawk out of his backpack.

This was the black hawk summoned by Li Changhe’s [Hawkeye Demon Eyes], which Li Changhe could control to fly or make sounds.

Having previously been quietly hiding in He Feng’s backpack, it was now out and ready to observe the traces on the floor.

The black hawk quickly opened its eyes, slightly poking its head out as it cast its sharp gaze over the third-floor corridor.

"Judging by the traces, rooms 301 and 303 are connected. The footprints are dense, but there are a few that go directly from 303 to 304. I suspect rooms 301 and 303 are used to detain the victims while 304 looks like a surveillance room." Li Changhe coincidentally was on the first floor, handing a meal box to the thin, tall man. After connecting his vision, he quickly sent this information to [Friends].

"Whether it’s a surveillance room or not, we’ll know once we try. Let’s get moving!" He Feng pulled a great treasure out of his backpack... a long spear.

This was a crude spear fashioned from stones, sticks, and cloth strips during the [Mysterious Island] task.

It even had fingerprints from the ’characters.’.

Both of them were wearing gloves now, so even if they lost the spear, they could not be identified by fingerprints.

The reason they were not using the [Backpack] was their concern that there might be [Players] among these criminals. The vibrations from using the [Backpack] could be detected.

However, the likelihood was slim.

Neither of them had received any notifications for [Instant Tasks] up to now, but it was always better to be cautious. If the enemy didn’t have any [Players], they could easily subdue them with their bare hands.

Just as Li Changhe jumped to pull down the shutter, the sound of furniture colliding could be heard from room 304.

At the same time, sounds of panic rang out from the room.

"Something’s wrong! Quick, grab the merchandise..."

A portly man hurriedly shoved open the door of room number 304.

As expected, that was the surveillance room—they could detect movement within the hall. Had they realized what Li Changhe was up to and were now trying to flee?

Merchandise? How amusing.

He Feng sneered inwardly. The moment the man had pushed the door open—

He launched himself out of the stairwell corridor, his right arm muscles straining and his blood pumping at high speed. He wound back his arm, then swung with all his might.

"Whoosh!"

The spear’s ripping through the air cut off the man’s speech.

From his perspective, he had just opened the door when his vision was filled with a blur. His body crashed involuntarily into the wall.

His throat, airway, and indeed his whole neck were suffering from intense pain.

His eyes were wide open, yet all he could see was a man in a black sweatshirt a few meters away, who didn’t even bother to glance at him. He lifted a foot and violently kicked the door to room 303.

The reinforced security door was kicked open. Screams and wails came from within the room.

What sort of person had they provoked?

A coarse wooden stick was still embedded in his neck. He tried to reach out to remove the stick, but he couldn’t even lift his hand.

He could even no longer feel his limbs.

"What is happening to me..." The overweight man attempted to look down, but saw his body receding away from him.

He Feng’s 11 points of strength, and the force used to hurl the spear from less than five meters away, were enough to pierce steel plates.

Even though the spearhead was made of ground stone, it could still pin him to the wall.

He Feng adjusted the angle, aiming to make his death more painful.

The portly man was nailed in mid-air to the wall, high enough to not reach the floor even when tiptoeing.

Then, a rather gruesome problem arose.

A plump man, his neck pierced and torn, more than half of his vertabra shattered, was pinned to a wall out of reach from the ground.

What would be his fate?

For the less than five seconds before his brain fully dies,

he would see his bulky body slowly sliding down due to gravity.

However, everything above his neck would still be fixed to the wall, helplessly watching as his body tears the skin and blood vessels and gradually pulls away from him.

He couldn’t do anything but be subjected to the view of hell.

Regardless of his howls or pleas for mercy, the end was inevitable.

This was a strategy that He Feng had developed during the [Biochemical Plague] mission, mainly to deal with annoying zombies, letting their weight tear off their own heads.

Using it on these thugs wasn’t inappropriate by any means.

They had no human rights left to speak of!

Li Changhe, down on the first floor, seemed to hold the same opinion, and after closing the roll-up door,

he promptly shut the inner glass sliding door, yet noticed a faint bloody handprint on the glass.

The bloodstains weren’t obvious, one wouldn’t usually notice them, but the [Hawkeye Demon Eyes]’ trace detection spotted it.

The small handprint suggested that a child no older than ten had once struggled against this door.

Unfortunately, this door became his nightmare. Judging by the trace, he wasn’t able to escape...

But, how tables have turned.

This door should now become the nightmare of these criminals.

"Click."

"Click."

He firmly secured the U-lock on the door handle.

The delivery guy pulled out his key, looked back at the four people.

"Dear guests, you have ordered so many boxed meals.", a mischievous laugh echoed from beneath the yellow helmet, "I also provide coffin-carrying services."

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