Returning to the Mysterious Era-Chapter 333 - Undying and Indestructible

That night...

There was a complex in Fengnan City called Shuiyun Hall. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary establishment with white high walls, iron gates, and tall trees. The roof was high, and uniformed security guards stood at the entrance. Their cigarette embers flickered red and blue in the night.

But when one was looking beyond the walls from a bird's eye view, one would notice that the Shuiyun Pavilion wasn't just an ordinary venue. The outward appearance was one thing, but the place was on high alert. Yellow lights from the street lamps illuminated the path every few meters, and men in black uniforms patrolled the grounds with sharp, vigilant eyes. Their gazes would shoot toward the shadows to investigate the slightest disturbance.

Each man had a gun at his waist and a muscular build, making it clear that they were not your average security detail. Their attire reflected their line of work.

The complex was filled with various buildings, some in total darkness, while others were brightly lit, casting trapezoidal patches of light onto the streets. Even the gravel on the ground was visible.

The largest building of them all was still brightly illuminated.

A group of people sat around a dark red wooden table inside the meeting hall on the second floor. The atmosphere was tense and silent, and their brows were furrowed as they exchanged looks. Finally, they all directed their attention to the man seated at the head of the table. He sat upright in a red cushioned chair, his back as straight as steel, with his hands clasped together on the table. His wide-brimmed gentleman's hat was pulled low, hiding half of his face. Only the sharp bridge of his nose, his faint stubble, and his tightly pressed lips, which exuded a cold sharpness, could be seen.

He had one peculiar accessory: his white gloves. Made of soft velvet, they bore an emblem on the back: a "King of Clubs."

The man remained motionless, like a statue, for five full minutes before raising his head. His deep blue eyes swept across the room, slowly scanning the faces before him.

"According to the telegram we received this afternoon, the antique department and the assassination department have made significant progress in their counterattack against Duststorm," he began, his voice steady. "It only took them half a day, not even a full day, to capture an important transport hub in Black Sand City, one of Duststorm's key antique warehouses. Over a hundred valuable antiques were seized."

He paused for a moment, letting the information sink in, before continuing, "Not only that, but they also dealt a heavy blow to Duststorm. Several high-ranking assassins were eliminated. Six of the top sixty, and even three of the top fifteen were killed, including their fifth ranked assassin."

The subordinates at the table exchanged glances, their tension easing a little as they let out quiet sighs of relief.

"Heh..." The King of Clubs chuckled as he observed their reactions. "Do you know why I'm bringing this up? Take a look at the success those two departments have achieved, and then look at the mess we've got in the transport department! We've been ambushed—again—and both of the transport squads responsible were completely wiped out. Yesterday, Duststorm even managed to strike directly at us, leaving dozens of our trained gunmen dead. We lost both men and cargo."

He leaned back slightly. "The gap between us is too wide."

Suddenly, someone responded, "Sir, we were up against Duststorm's bio-engineered humans. Their combat strength is insane, and they fear nothing, not even death. These guys are Duststorm's trump card, so it's inevitable that we'd suffer losses..."

Others quickly chimed in.

"Exactly! Those bio-humans are unstoppable. Bullets don't even faze them. Fire Fox was completely wiped out by them. Our gunmen, no matter how skilled they are, can't beat those monsters!"

"In my opinion, the best strategy for now is to hold our position or tighten our defenses. We should wait for reinforcements from the antique and assassination departments. That's the only way we'll stand a chance against Duststorm's elite..."

The room erupted into a flurry of voices as everyone spoke at once.

Shunk!

Suddenly, a flash of silver metal streaked across the room, and a throwing knife embedded itself into the center of the wooden table. The blade had sunk two-thirds of the way into the wood, reflecting the yellow light faintly as its hilt quivered.

The knife was clearly a custom-made alloy, with a curved surface and balance tailored for spinning mid-air. Its edges were razor-sharp, with a thin blood groove running along its length.

The room fell silent immediately. All eyes shifted toward the head of the table with a mix of fear and respect. The King of Clubs had somehow propped his left elbow on the table, and his fist was clenched. Three more throwing knives gleamed ominously between his fingers, their tips visible in the dim light.

"Everyone keep quiet!" He spread his fingers, and the knives vanished as if they had been drawn back into the mechanism hidden in his sleeves.

He rapped his knuckles on the table, his voice raspy and low. "I understand. The fact that King of Diamonds was gravely injured during the transport mission has been hard on all of you. But now that I'm in charge, there will be no more of this defeatist talk. And for the record, I don't believe these bio-humans are truly immortal. Our previous transport teams were simply under-armed.

"I've arranged for a shipment of heavy machine guns and grenades from the arms department. We even have rocket launchers on the way, although they haven't arrived yet.

"By tomorrow, or at least the day after, the rocket launchers will be here in Fengnan. When that happens, let's see how Duststorm handles the explosive power of heavy weapons. Fear stems from a lack of firepower. Anything can be killed with enough firepower."

The King of Clubs rose slowly from his seat, as if about to deliver an inspiring speech, when gunshots echoed from outside.

Bang bang bang... bang bang bang...

The shots rang out in quick succession. They were too rapid to be just an accident.

"We've got a situation! Let's go!" The King of Clubs immediately bolted for the door, followed closely by several of his subordinates. They all rushed toward the front entrance of the Hall.

Outside, the night sky was thick with clouds, obscuring the moon. A gloomy darkness covered everything.

Gunfire and shouts suddenly erupted near the front gate of Shuiyun Hall. They could hear the sound of flesh being torn apart.

"They won't die! They just won't die!"

"It's them! It's Duststorm's bio-humans!"

"Those monsters that can't be killed?!"

"Handguns are useless! Where are the patrols?"

The gunfire stopped abruptly, leaving only the sound of labored breathing in the darkness, like the hiss of a punctured hose.

A large man stepped out from the shadows near the gate. He lifted a member of the Ace of Spades by the neck. The gunman's legs kicked in a futile struggle, his face turning red as he clutched his weapon. He reached for a spare magazine with his free hand, trying to reload his empty handgun.

The man holding him was dressed in a tight leather jacket with an obnoxious deep "V" neckline, revealing a pair of bulging chest muscles. The deep "V" was bordered with silver trim and adorned with a few rhinestones for extra flair.

His long brown hair cascaded over his shoulders like a lion's mane. He had deep-set eyes, a hooked nose, and pale red irises. His expression showed nothing but disdain and indifference for life itself.

Strangely, his lips were painted a striking shade of purple.

Click, click...

The sound of gun parts clashing rang out. The man watched as the gunman shakily reloaded his gun and pointed the dark muzzle at him. He showed no fear, instead, a sinister grin crept across his face.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

The gunman had almost no strength left, since his neck was gripped by a hand as strong as iron pincers. He couldn't aim, so he fired wildly at the man's body.

Bullets flew and blood sprayed. The gunman's eyes were bloodshot, his foggy mind fixated on a single thought.

Kill him! Kill him! Kill this monster!

He emptied his magazine in one go. His finger continued to pull the trigger, but the gun was empty.

"Heh heh heh... heh heh heh..."

The muscular man’s shoulders shook with soft laughter. His body was covered in bloodstains, yet his laughter grew louder and more crazed.

"Five in the lungs, three in the kidneys, two in the liver, and the rest hit the heart. Pretty good aim... too bad the heart isn't my weak spot anymore. You should have shot at my head, right here."

The man raised his left hand and plunged his sharp, claw-like index finger into his temple, twisting it like a drill. Blood gushed out, but his face twisted into a deranged, almost euphoric expression. It looked like he was about to ascend to heaven in bliss.

"No, that wouldn't work either. The skull of an Undying-Rank can't even be pierced by machine gun fire. Only the temple is vulnerable..."

He muttered to himself, his behavior unnervingly abnormal. He was like a severely deranged patient who had escaped from a mental institution.

Suddenly, the man's head jerked, his gaze shifting from madness to bloodthirst. He tightened his grip.

"Grrr..." The gunman kicked like a frog.

"Die, you pitiful, weak human! Food should know its place as food. How dare you obstruct our actions! Who gave you fools the courage?!"

Crack!

The man released his grip, and the lifeless body dropped to the ground.

His black boots crunched as he stepped on the corpse and walked along the path toward the building.

Figures in black began to emerge from the shadows of the tall walls, their red eyes as cold as snakes. They moved like marionettes, following the man in the leather jacket.

A minute later...

Several strong figures came racing down the avenue outside Shuiyun Hall, charging through a hail of bullets and plunging straight into the crowd.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

"Ah! My hand!"

"No!"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The man in the leather jacket was like a tiger among sheep, his hands tearing through flesh and limbs as he reaped life after life. He leaped into the air and shattered a gunman's spine with a single punch.

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He rammed into another, collapsing his chest inwards.

The leather-clad man showed no fear of bullets. He didn’t falter even as his black jacket was riddled with more holes than a hornet's nest.

A hand blade covered in red energy sliced through a man's neck. His artery burst, blood spraying out like a fountain. The man in the leather jacket spread his arms, tilting his head back as if savoring the warm, beautiful liquid.

Tap tap tap tap...

Footsteps echoed from every corridor as the Ace of Spades members from Shuiyun Hall converged on the scene.

The man licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. His lips, which were tinged with a strange purplish hue, were now stained crimson.

Clapping his hands, he smiled. "Time to eat. Tonight's dinner is plentiful~"

Suddenly, a swarm of black shadows surged out from behind him, rushing towards the Ace of Spades gunmen like a pack of wolves.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Bullets from pistols and submachine guns turned into a storm of metal that enveloped the shadows. Yet, despite the blood splattering and flesh tearing, the shadows were only forced back by the impact. They weren't killed.

"Use the machine guns! Bring out the heavy guns I had brought in!"

The King of Clubs arrived on the scene with several mid-level officers. Instantly, a dozen machine guns were aimed at the approaching monsters.

"Open fire!"

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat...

Muzzles crackled with flames, blooming like a dozen fiery flowers, as they spat a hail of bullets.

At first, it seemed effective, as some of the shadows were torn in half. But, terrifyingly, even that didn't kill them. They used their hands to prop themselves up and crawled forward with their arms. Blood and intestines dripped from their severed torsos.

"Grenades! Throw grenades!"

The King of Clubs pulled out a grenade and hurled it.

Boom boom boom!

Explosions erupted, sending blood and dust flying while obscuring everyone's vision.

But a black shadow forced its way through amidst the chaos, like a spear piercing the crowd.

A bloody path opened up as gunmen flew to either side like broken sacks. The shadow was none other than the leather-clad man, who was heading straight for the King of Clubs

"Open fire! Hold him back!"

The gunmen protecting The King of Clubs moved in unison, retreating while using the force of their bullets to slow his advance.

"Damn it! Not even the heavy machine guns work?! Are the bio-engineered humans from Duststorm really as undying and indestructible as the rumors say?!" The King of Clubs roared through gritted teeth, eyes wide with fury.

"Of course! To you mere mortals, we are indeed indestructible! You ants think you can kill us with your little toys? Hahaha..." The man in the leather jacket dragged himself forward step by step as bullets riddled his body. Half of his torso was visible down to the bone.

His bloody flesh and organs were exposed, squirming and regenerating madly. Even his face, deformed by bullets, resembled that of a demon.

His lips had been shredded by bullets, revealing his bloodied teeth as he snarled, "You should never have provoked us...

"How dare you raid the antique warehouse in Black Sand City! I don't know where you found the nerve! According to our intel, those lowly mortals who attacked are headed to Fengnan City. Perfect, just perfect...

"The other teams are already near Fengnan City. I'll call them all over for a hunt and feast. They'll surely thank me for this!

"Hahaha... hahaha!"

Maniacal laughter rang out as a blood-soaked figure lunged at the crowd. White bones and rotting flesh clashed with a storm of bullets.