PFC Chapter 348 Within the City (Page 12)
Chapter 348 Within the City (Page 12)
Inside the cabin, the piercing alarm abruptly stopped, replaced by the muffled roar of the propellers.
An officer in camouflage emerged from the cockpit, his goggles still covered in snow. He steadied himself by gripping the bulkhead and called out:
"Captain Lin Qiye, we have now reached the airspace above Suzhou City. Shall we land now?"
Lin Qiye frowned and looked out the porthole—the rolling purple mist enveloped the entire city like a living thing, and the outlines of skyscrapers appeared and disappeared in the mist, like a ferocious beast.
The strangest thing is that the mist actually has vein-like patterns, pulsating rhythmically.
"Didn't you prepare any landing procedures?" Lin Qiye turned and questioned, his voice still clearly audible in the noisy cabin.
The officer was visibly startled, his fingers beneath his tactical gloves unconsciously rubbing against the bulkhead.
"Does the special team still need these?" He blinked, puzzled.
“They used to be equipped with them, but those predecessors never used them…” He made a dashing leaping gesture, “so they canceled parachutes and other equipment.”
Lin Qiye: “???”
His expression froze instantly, and veins bulged on his forehead. An eerie silence fell over the cabin, broken only by the roar of the engines.
"Holy crap!" Baili Pangpang was the first to explode, his round face turning bright red. "Those freaks can teleport in, but we're normal people!"
An Qingyu pushed up her glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light: "According to calculations, the probability of survival from freefall at this height is no more than 7.3%."
Cao Yuan silently gripped his straight sword, his knuckles turning white.
Shen Qingzhu then pulled out a pistol and pressed it against the officer's helmet:
"Now, immediately, find us parachutes." Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
The officer's forehead was beaded with cold sweat, and he was about to explain when Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly burst out laughing. He slowly pulled a pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket of his trench coat and lit it amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd.
"Don't make things difficult for them~" He exhaled a smoke ring, the smoke strangely condensing into the shape of a parachute, "Watch this."
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.
Complex black patterns suddenly appeared on the cabin floor, spreading like living things and covering the entire bottom of the cabin in the blink of an eye.
"Three seconds to get ready." Zhang Yun, dressed in black, grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. "I suggest you hold on tight to me."
Before Lin Qiye could react, he felt his feet sink into the ground—the entire cabin floor had vanished into thin air!
The seven of them plummeted into a sea of clouds, the howling wind blasting into their ears. Stimulated by the feeling of weightlessness, Baili Pangpang's scream echoed through the sky:
"Zhang Yun, I'll fuck your grandpa!!!"
The purple mist drew ever closer, revealing the distorted outlines of buildings within. Zhang Yun, clad in black, spread his arms wide, his black robes fluttering in the wind, his smile growing ever brighter...
...
At the top of the tallest abandoned clock tower in Suzhou, a graceful figure leans lazily against the broken hour hand.
The woman codenamed "Scorpio," the representative of Tiamat, the goddess of ocean chaos, gently licked her scarlet lips, the fine snake scales faintly visible on her bare waist and abdomen.
"The prey has arrived!"
She narrowed her vertical pupils, staring at the helicopter that had suddenly disappeared high in the distance, her voice sweet and sickening.
From the shadows, a towering giant slowly emerged. He was completely wrapped in a heavy black coat, his face even covered in blood-soaked bandages, revealing only a pair of fierce-looking eyes.
The heavy metal boots pounded on the gravel, making a teeth-grinding crushing sound.
"Why isn't it the Phoenix Squad?" His voice was like sandpaper scraping, filled with obvious dissatisfaction. "Our trump card, which we've been preparing for so long..."
She twisted her waist, her slender fingers gently brushing against the three black metal boxes behind her.
The surface of the box was covered with strange runes, and it was emitting an ominous purple light.
"Don't rush me~" the Scorpio woman giggled, her slender tongue tracing the corner of her lips.
“No matter who comes, they can’t escape our grasp.” She glanced meaningfully at the center of the city, where the purple mist was thickest, and the figure of Bell Knander, bound by chains, could be vaguely seen.
The bandaged man let out a chilling laugh, his large, bandaged hand pressing down on one of the black boxes:
"We even sacrificed Bell for our prey..."
The Scorpio woman's eyes suddenly lit up, her vertical pupils contracting into thin slits:
“I have a fun idea!” She nimbly leaped down from the clock tower, a scorpion tail covered in scales peeking out from beneath her skirt. “How about we send those corrupted ‘colleagues’ of the Night Watch to say hello first?”
The bandaged man grinned knowingly and pulled a blood-red remote control from his pocket.
The moment the button was pressed, the purple mist over the entire city suddenly began to boil.
In the shadows of the street, some puppets dressed in Night's Watch uniforms slowly rose—their eyes had all turned an eerie purple, and twisted smiles clung to their lips.
"Look at these righteous Night Watchmen..." the bandaged man's voice was full of malice, "Can they still bring themselves to harm their former comrades? Hahaha!"
Amidst the maniacal laughter, the glass of the clock tower shattered.
The Scorpio woman gracefully hovered on the broken wall, gazing at the few black dots in the distance about to disappear into the mist, her eyes gleaming with the excited excitement of a predator...
...
On the outskirts of Suzhou, the window of an abandoned toy store was shattered, shards of glass scattered on the ground, gleaming eerily in the purple mist. Lin Qiye and his seven companions crouched low and quickly crossed the street, slipping inside the store.
"Quick, find some masks to wear." Lin Qiye lowered his voice, his fingers brushing across the dusty shelves. "The Night Watch squad that has been mentally corrupted might be nearby."
The store was dark and damp, with various dusty toys lying askew on the shelves.
A puppet with its strings cut hangs from the roof beam, swaying gently with the rising mist, its empty eyes seemingly watching the uninvited guests.
Baili Pangpang pulled out a cardboard box filled with opera masks:
"That's all...wait, what?" He picked up a fat-faced Pigsy mask, his round face immediately falling. "Why did you leave me with this one?"
An Qingyu had already deftly put on the Sun Wukong mask, with the golden cudgel-shaped glasses extending from behind her ears:
“Based on the compatibility with your facial contours, this is the best fit for you.” A hint of a smile flashed in the eyes behind the glasses.
"Hey!"
Before Baili Pangpang could finish his protest, he saw Jialan already wearing an exquisite Guanyin mask.
The white jade-like mask perfectly matched her aloof temperament, and the white gauze curtains that hung down swayed gently in the mist, making her look like a true Bodhisattva descending to earth.
"It suits me quite well..." Cao Yuan muttered as he put on the Sha Wujing mask, while Shen Qingzhu silently picked up the remaining Tang Sanzang mask. The two exchanged a glance and then turned their heads away at the same time.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, disdainfully picked up the last white dragon horse mask with two fingers, his lips twitching.
"What kind of aesthetic is this..." With that, he casually tossed the mask aside, and it turned to dust in mid-air.
He raised his hand and wiped his face, and a ferocious dragon mask appeared out of thin air—the dragon scales were lifelike, and real flames danced in the dragon's eyes.
Lin Qiye put on the last Sun Wukong mask (An Qingyu had already quietly changed to the Erlang Shen mask).
The rough paper surface of the mask rubbed against his cheeks, and through two small eye holes, he looked out the window at the Suzhou city area shrouded in purple mist.
"Suzhou city is so big..." Lin Qiye's voice came through the mask, sounding somewhat muffled and distorted.
“Finding that beast Bell is like finding a needle in a haystack.” He turned to his teammates, his brow furrowed beneath his mask. “So we have to split up!”
The toy store was filled with a musty, dusty smell. In the corner, a broken music box suddenly emitted a broken melody of "Für Elise," which sounded particularly eerie in the silence.
Jialan, wearing a Guanyin mask, stood by the window, the white gauze curtains dampened by the mist and clinging to her neck.
“And time is of the essence,” An Qingyu said calmly, adjusting the third eye decoration on her Erlang Shen mask.
"This purple mist is mentally polluting; we shouldn't stay here any longer." The pointer on the detector in his hand swung wildly, indicating that the pollution index in the air was rising.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly blinked, and the dragon scale patterns on the Candle Dragon Mask opened and closed slightly with his expression.
He reached out and caught a wisp of purple mist that drifted into the shop, playing with it in his palm:
"Can this fog corrupt me?" she asked, her voice tinged with innocent curiosity. "I don't feel anything at all."
The wisp of purple mist struggled in his palm, but could not penetrate his skin. Finally, it made a soft "sizzling" sound and dissipated into a wisp of green smoke.
Suddenly, two beams of red light shone from the eyes of the Candle Dragon Mask, pushing back the surrounding floating mist by three feet.
Baili Pangpang, wearing a Pigsy mask, said in a deep, muffled voice:
"Boss, can you give us a break? We don't have your kind of insane resistance!" He nervously adjusted the elastic band of his mask, his round body looking particularly clumsy among the shelves.
Lin Qiye quickly formulated a plan:
“I’m in a group with Jialan, An Qingyu and Cao Yuan, Shen Qingzhu and Baili Pangpang…” He paused, then looked at Zhang Yun in black, “You’ll act alone.”
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, made an exaggerated bow, causing the flame patterns on the Candle Dragon mask to flicker:
"Yes, Captain~" His tone was so flippant it made you want to punch him.
Suddenly, the sound of mechanical footsteps came from the street corner.
Through the mist, several figures dressed in Night's Watch uniforms could be vaguely seen approaching—their movements were stiff as marionettes, and their eyes gleamed with an eerie purple light.
"Action!" Lin Qiye shouted, and seven figures shot out from the various exits of the toy store like arrows, disappearing into the thick fog in the blink of an eye.
All that remained was the music box still playing its eerie melody, and the mask wrappers scattered on the floor...
...
"Your fish are really good! They're all good eyeliners?" Cao Yuan's hoarse voice came from under the mask of Sha Wujing, tinged with a hint of amazement.
He crouched at the dark sewer opening, watching several gray rats leaping from An Qingyu's fingertips. The rats' eyes gleamed with an unnatural red light, and they obediently lined up, awaiting instructions.
An Qingyu adjusted the third eye decoration on Erlang Shen's mask, revealing a fanatical glint in her eyes behind the lenses:
“Of course!” His voice trembled slightly with excitement. “This fog only works on humans and is completely harmless to animals—perfect for my little darlings to show off their skills!”
As he spoke, he took out a small metal box from the pocket of his white coat. Inside, miniature cameras and transmitters were neatly arranged.
With swift, deft movements, he equipped each mouse with its gear in the blink of an eye. Instead of resisting, the mice rubbed against his fingers affectionately, squeaking softly.
Cao Yuan's lips twitched beneath his mask.
He clearly saw that one of the mice had a microchip embedded in the back of its head, with a blue indicator light flashing regularly.
Even more horrifying, these rats had sharp metal claw sheaths on their paws, which gleamed coldly in the dim sewer.
“The latest reconnaissance unit,” An Qingyu gently stroked the back of a rat, which comfortably squinted its eyes.