The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 146 - 131 Untitled 4_3

Jiang Shu sipped his somewhat hot coffee in small gulps, as in his past life, he had a habit of not liking cold drinks; even in hot weather, he would generally only drink room-temperature beverages.

In the past few months, under his half-forced, half-enticed persuasion, Sister Ru had also successfully quit cold drinks, although the people of Lonely City generally believed that eating cold things represented health.

Jiang Shu gently bit his lip, stimulating his somewhat drowsy brain due to the night and glanced at the time.

It was already eleven o’clock. Lonely City’s long night life had just cracked open a fissure, and at this time, it was also when the Mechanical Disciples would show their weakness.

According to Evon Garcia, there was a narrow alley behind the corner bar, and after traveling some distance, one could find the current secret base of the Mechanical Disciples.

The secret base was located beneath a flat-roofed housing area; the entirety of the flat-roofed area above ground was used to mislead and deceive, while the true part of the base lay beneath.

Every night, around eleven o’clock, a transportation team would pass by this bar and offload a lot of things—ostensibly, it was a selection of drinks, but in reality, it was the essentials required to sustain the life of a hundred or more people.

"Let’s go," said Jiang Shu as he put on his silver mask and walked out of the corner beside the window, which was a blind spot in the surveillance.

Ding obediently crawled into his handbag, which he carried out with him, as it too could not appear in the surveillance footage.

For those familiar with Jiang Shu, the Tablet Spirit was his signature item.

Besides that, he also carried a briefcase which contained a power bank prepared for Ding, sufficient for it to squander.

Walking out of the coffee shop, Jiang Shu leisurely headed towards the bar across the street, and at that moment, a transportation vehicle stopped in front of the bar.

A group of people burst out of the bar, moving large and small boxes from the van to the trolleys they had brought, then pulled the fully loaded three or four small trolleys through the side entrance into the bar.

"Calculate," Jiang Shu tapped Ding inside the briefcase, from whose edge a camera peeked out. After a moment, Ding vibrated inside the briefcase.

He opened his wristwatch, which displayed the number of people that Ding had calculated based on data such as the vehicle’s load.

Ding: The number is between 150 and 250.

"That much margin of error?" Jiang Shu frowned.

Ding: Uncertain if all these supplies are food. The answer comes only from various data, and Evon Garcia’s intelligence didn’t specify the exact number of people.

"How much is their combat power approximately, can we flatten them with just us?" Jiang Shu tapped the briefcase again. He had asked Ding to analyze the combat power of the Mechanical Disciples while he was in the coffee shop.

Normal Mechanical Disciples wouldn’t pose any threat to them, but he was more concerned about those so-called high-end combat forces.

Such as the remaining Disciple leaders, such as that severely wounded Black Shark.

He hadn’t really encountered opponents who fought using high-tech machinery, but one thing was certain—Ding, which combined the ultimate Flame Spirit words with its own Superbrain, would definitely not be weak.

The Mechanical Disciples would certainly have ways to counteract fire and high temperatures, such as materials resistant to high temperatures.

But Ding had monsters, and he also had the "Shadow Cutting" combined with "Paper Card Technique" which could execute instantaneous kills.

Additionally, with the homecoming ability brought by the Paper Card Technique, Jiang Shu’s safety could be ensured.

Ding: Calculating...

Ding: Probabilities of a full retreat during a frontal conflict are 90%, of annihilating the opposition are 60%, recommend stealth, seek the opportunity to annihilate in one fell swoop.

"Stealth?" Jiang Shu looked at the protruding camera, "Fine."

He had also wanted to simply push through.