Chapter 00114: Why Are You Everywhere
# Why Are You Everywhere?
Chapter 114
Novel: Above Destiny
Chapter 114: Why Are You Everywhere?
In the pitch-black night, between the dense forest and the bushes, a sudden blinding light appeared.
The seemingly ordinary tricycle at this moment seemed to have defied gravity, racing up the steep slope at an unbelievable speed, rolling over the loose soil, as if flying between the hills.
The moment the strange tricycle was noticed, the gunman on the high ground fell into hesitation, contemplating whether to retreat.
But even faster was a shadow that had swept across the sky…
A bird took to the air!
In the midst of jumping and jolting, a box in the small ox cart suddenly soared into the air, landing in the claws of Gloria.
Then, the little bird unfolded its wings and effortlessly lifted the long, rectangular box that weighed more than itself, diving quickly in the direction where Ji Jue was located.
Express from Xiao Jiu!
Amidst the shock, the gunman’s expression changed, instinctively raising his gun to shoot down the bird that flew overhead.
But at that very moment, a buzzing sound that made his scalp tingle reached his ears.
A chill ran down his spine.
On the battlefield of Central Land, whenever this sound was heard, it signified the imminent descent of a drone swarm’s suicide attack from above.
He grabbed his gun without a second thought, rolling to the side and drawing his pistol, aiming at the source of the buzzing and pulling the trigger.
It wasn’t until he saw the wreckage of a drone that posed no threat at all that he felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.
Oh no!
As he abruptly tossed aside his pistol, crouched down, and picked up his sniper rifle to aim at the drainage ditch, he finally saw that the opened box in mid-air was tumbling down.
The lever-action gun that fell out had already landed in a hand that reached out from the drainage ditch.
The balance of attack and defense had now reversed.
“It’s good to see you,” Ji Jue said, holding his old friend, genuinely amazed.
With a smile, he opened the magazine to catch the bullets that scattered from the box like rain.
With a subtle flourish, a crisp sound erupted.
Loading completed.
Next was the joyful duel of aiming and shooting—
“Fire,” he commanded.
In that instant, the resonance brought by the mechanical deity shot forth like lightning, silent thunder erupted in a furious shout and roar, the mercury bullet whistled out, crossing a distance of nine hundred and seventy meters, rushing forth.
Mid-air, the bullet that shot from the sniper rifle collided with another round, sparks flying from the friction of metal against metal, the flowing mercury easily piercing through the center, speeding ahead to correct its trajectory, drawing a silver arc in the air before embedding itself into the trunk beside the gunman!
A bone-chilling cold enveloped the gunman, and he didn’t even have time to check the dull pain spreading across his face.
Instinctively, he pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger again.
In the scope, Ji Jue’s gun once again ejected the shell during the rotation, reloading smoothly, raising his hand.
The bullet shot out, once again blasting the approaching projectile, the splattering mercury glow leaving a lingering trail in the air.
Like a hidden blade waiting to strike, it pointed unsteadily at the gunman concealed in the dense forest.
A wave of dread surged forth.
A lever-action rifle from over a hundred years ago? Is he serious?
Am I really still awake?
Or have I already fallen into a nightmare?
Sweating profusely, the gunman pulled the trigger once more, desperate to seize every chance to attack.
He couldn’t afford to stop; it was impossible to stop!
If he turned and fled, the bullets rushing from behind would surely turn his head into a mushy puddle in an instant.
He had been dragged into an endless deadly duel by Ji Jue.
The only choice left was to persist, to continue, until the last bullet in his magazine was spent, leaving him at the mercy of others!
A great sound erupted again from between the mountains, echoing in waves.
Like a duel at noon under the fierce sun of the West.
The trails of mercury that burned and evaporated materialized in the darkness of the mountains, slowly dissipating.
Each streak of silver light that shot forth brought a howling wind, as if tearing through faces with pain.
Thick blood dripped slowly from his face, pooling in his eyes.
The world around him turned a dark red.
But he dared not blink, instinctively pulling the trigger until the empty echoes from the rifle rang out.
Out of bullets.
In that moment of realization, what rose in his heart was an unexpected feeling of relief, like a pardon from above.
Ah, finally…
Boom!
In his hands, the sniper rifle suddenly exploded, distorting.
The flying bullet embedded itself in his arm, tearing a large hole in his shoulder.
Then the second, the third, took his legs but did not claim his life.
Only cruelly leaving him to bleed out and wait for death.
Or to endure a torment more terrifying than death…
Only now, amidst the resonance of the mechanical deity, did a low report arrive: “Report, sir, shooting completed.”
“The task is finished, thank you for your hard work.”
Ji Jue set down his gun, exhaling a breath of relief.
In the deathly silence, there was no sound left at the scene.
Those hiding in the corners didn’t dare to breathe, even Chen Yubo, who crawled out of the drainage ditch, was exhausted and out of strength.
Only Ji Jue sat quietly in the front of the Kunpeng, looking up at the night sky.
The stars were serene, and the moonlight gentle.
“The night is truly beautiful,” he smiled softly, saying nothing more.
Until the sound of a convoy rushing from afar reached him, Chen Yubo's phone finally rang.
He sprang up joyfully, waving crazily at the approaching convoy.
The convoy stopped far away, and a thin, white-haired man stepped out, accompanied by several young people.
After checking Chen Yubo’s condition and understanding the situation, the man named Uncle Lin approached Ji Jue.
The aura of spiritual energy was restrained, his steps light yet firm, his gaze sharp but warm when looking at Ji Jue, not revealing any threat.
The unfamiliar chosen one extended a hand, a sincere smile on his face.
“Mr. Ji, I sincerely apologize for all the trouble tonight. The boss was unable to come personally to thank you.”
As he spoke, he carefully took out a seemingly ordinary business card from his pocket and offered it with both hands. “Before I came, he specifically asked me to convey his gratitude for your help tonight. Such kindness is rare. Please, when you are free, do visit us again for tea.”
“Of course, of course.”
Ji Jue smiled, accepting the card and seriously putting it away in front of him.
With such words, everyone had completed the social courtesy they owed to one another.
Chen Xingzhou acknowledged the debt of gratitude for saving his younger brother and made a promise.
Though it was uncertain how much this relationship would pay off in the future, it wouldn’t hurt to accept a reward that had come knocking at the door.
After all, that unassuming business card could be a gateway to the upper class for many someone desperately seeking it.
“There’s still a gunman on that hill. Don’t forget.”
He pointed towards the high point on the mountain, “He should be military trained, be careful of any hidden mines nearby. If you hurry, there should still be some breath left in him.”
Uncle Lin’s expression turned serious: “I’ll go personally.”
The old man’s figure seemed ethereal in the darkness, drifting with ease.
In just a few steps, he reached the high point without showing any sign of struggle.
They vaguely heard an explosion, but soon he returned with a body in hand and sighed as he dropped it to the ground. “He’s dead, poisoned. But judging by the tattoos on him, he’s likely from the Empire. People like this are rare in Cliff City, making it easy to investigate.”
As he spoke, several young ones who had strayed from the group returned, leading a downcast Mu Jiang, who entered the car politely.
One person stepped forward to report to Uncle Lin, “The woman is missing.”
Uncle Lin nodded, saying nothing more.
Before leaving, Chen Yubo pushed aside those who were caring for him and walked over.
“Thanks to you today, Old Ji.”
He hugged Ji Jue tightly and patted his back. “If you have time later, how about coming to my house for a visit? I’ll treat you to some cat play!”
To be honest, Ji Jue wasn’t fond of trouble and had no interest in cats, even if they could do backflips.
But looking at Chen Yubo’s expression and the hint of humble pleading, he let out a sigh.
What could he do?
He had accepted the boss’s money, and besides, the boss was decent.
Having already accepted the older brother’s business card, what harm could there be in petting the younger brother’s cat a bit?
“Sure.”
He nodded, “When I return, I’ll come help you fix the car.”
Then Chen Yubo smiled broadly.
As if nothing else this night could bring him such joy.
He waved goodbye.
Leaving Ji Jue alone on the small ox cart, feeling the night breeze, gazing at the starry sky, suddenly sensing a bittersweet feeling of forming a personal connection beyond work with a client.
Not only did they not pay extra for the overtime, they also tricked me into going to his house to see cats.
I can’t shake the feeling that something is off!
“Every time there's a stir, are we the last to know?”
About half an hour later, at a late-night snack stall, Wen Wen hung up the phone, pouting.
After downing a pint of beer, she sighed.
“Whose call?” Tong Hua asked curiously.
“Your brother’s.”
Wen Wen casually replied while munching on edamame, “The bosses of Division One notified us patrolling folks that things aren’t peaceful in Cliff City recently, so be a bit cautious during work.”
“Ah, that bastard Tong Shan!”
Tong Hua slammed the table in anger, “When he broke Uncle’s jar as a kid, I took the blame for him! Doesn’t he treat me like family?! Don’t get mad, Wen Jie, I’ll give him the cold shoulder when I get back.”
“Giving him the cold shoulder won’t work.”
Wen Wen chuckled in amusement, shaking her head, “An hour ago, someone from Lei Yaoxing's side attempted to kill Chen Xingzhou’s brother. Luckily, his brother is lucky and hired a… mercenary to earn some extra cash. He survived.”
As she said the latter part, a strange look crossed her face, as if she had seen an acquaintance among those huddled on the ground during a crackdown.
Genuine curiosity and doubt—why are you everywhere?!
“And then, Chen Xingzhou isn’t a good person either. Within five minutes, Lei Yaoxing's private accountant and driver were thrown off the highest building in Li Hua District and turned into a pile of mush at Mingyue Square. Now both sides have started calling friends, swords drawn, and it’s about to escalate into a fight.”
“Ah?” Tong Hua was stunned, “Isn’t Lei Wuye going to manage this?”
As the main organizer and spokesperson of the wild alliance locally, the name Lei Wuye had loomed like a dark cloud over Cliff City for the last forty years.
Like a top predator in the food chain, he controlled numerous underlings, creating an impenetrable fortress of darkness in Cliff City, reaping all the profits from smuggling.
Now that his godson and most trusted aide were about to clash, how could he remain indifferent?
That’s very strange.
“That’s the biggest problem.”
Wen Wen sighed, “Old Lei is nearing his end.”
(End of Chapter)