Chapter 00206: I’m Afraid the New Year’s Firecrackers Are Too Loud...
# I’m Afraid the New Year’s Firecrackers Are Too Loud...
Chapter 206
Novel: Above Destiny
Chapter 206: I’m Afraid the New Year’s Firecrackers Are Too Loud...
Why confront them head-on?
Why play by their rules on their chosen battlefield?
Since death is inevitable, why not be more radical and drag a few more down with us? Maybe we can carve out a path to survival.
If we can’t determine friend from foe, let’s first identify the enemy.
If there’s no path, then let’s go and demand one from the Huaxie Cult.
Everyone is used to being part of the regular forces, accustomed to life-and-death struggles.
So much so that when the tables turned and they found themselves in the shoes of their former enemies, they forgot the tactics that had caused them so much suffering in the past.
They also underestimated the wildness of someone like Ji Jue, a habitual troublemaker who thrives in chaos...
So, isn’t it time for the Huaxie Cult to experience the pain the Security Bureau once endured?
Endless moles, endless wanted criminals, endless evil factions...
“Is this doable, Brother Shan?” Ji Jue looked up and asked.
Tong Shan pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly. “Yes.”
“With such a large-scale operation, the Huaxie Cult might have a Heavenly Realm expert stationed there now,” Xu Guan poured cold water on the idea. “If things go wrong, we’ll be delivering ourselves to them on a platter.”
“But with such a large-scale operation, how much can a Heavenly Realm expert really manage?” Ji Jue chuckled. “Even Lord Tao, with his all-seeing eye overseeing the entire region, has his limits. Otherwise, how could the mole have slipped information right under his nose?”
“With such a massive operation and so many people, even if the Huaxie Cult and the Dragon Sacrifice Society are as close as honey and glue, they can’t possibly gather everyone in one place and leave it unguarded, right?” Ji Jue looked at Tong Shan.
Tong Shan nodded decisively.
This wasn’t speculation or conjecture—it was a simple management problem.
With such a large-scale operation, it was inevitable that they would have to spread their forces across Quan City.
To facilitate deployment, avoid friction, or perhaps to keep some secrets, the Dragon Sacrifice Society wouldn’t just sit under the Huaxie Cult’s watchful eye.
Dividing and managing was the simplest approach.
Even the Security Bureau, represented by the Heavenly Origin, had to divide into three departments in Yacheng, each with its own jurisdiction.
If everyone could gather together, see each other every day, and build camaraderie, wouldn’t that be wonderful? But is that possible?
If you want your subordinates to be proactive, you can’t expect them to be puppets who ask for instructions and hold meetings every day.
Being able to handle situations, get things done, take responsibility, and stir up trouble are four overlapping circles.
Occasionally, you get someone like Tong Shan, who is reliable, steady, and can balance the Security Bureau and local Yacheng forces.
That’s a blessing.
But more often, you get people like Yu Hanguang, who loves to skim off the top, Lu Shenzhou, who loves to slack off, Zhao Chengping, who loves power, and even...
Wen Wen, who loves to roll up her sleeves and flip tables.
This isn’t a mobile game.
If you throw a bunch of R cards, N cards, and SSR cards into the same storage, within three days, they’ll be at each other’s throats, and Wen Wen might even earn an MVP for friendly fire.
And this is the Heavenly Origin! Among all the Shangshan, the Heavenly Origin is the one that emphasizes order, unity, and rules the most!
The Huaxie Cult, a bunch of flies crawling out of the gutter, can they really be united and share a common hatred? Dream on.
Just look at how decisively Yan Chong sold out his teammates—that tells you what these guys are usually like.
You can imagine that internal power struggles and life-and-death conflicts are the norm.
Even if the Dragon Sacrifice Society and the Huaxie Cult are deeply cooperating, they might still fight over who gets the final say.
And other strong individuals like Yan Chong, who have their own forces, won’t be few in number.
When it comes to filling the frontlines, why does my team have one more person than the others? When it comes to supplies, why does the team next door get one more crate than us?
Thinking about it this way, Ji Jue started to feel sorry for their management.
To keep such a ragtag group together, they must have gone through a lot of stomach medicine and blood pressure pills, right?
“After taking a loss once, the Huaxie Cult will definitely be more cautious this time. They’ll send more people, and they’ll be monitoring all routes,” Ji Jue said. “If we strike while other parts of their operation are undermanned, we might be able to capture one or two mid-to-high-level members and use their routes to escape Quan City.”
The routes within Quan City are confidential; not everyone has access to them.
The complex layout of Quan City has sheltered the Huaxie Cult, but it has also trapped them inside.
With such a shoddy setup, to avoid someone foolishly revealing their hand or leaking information, low-ranking members probably only know one or two internal routes.
To truly find a way out of Quan City, capturing small fry won’t help.
You need someone who can make decisions, someone who has a say in the council meetings.
The key to this plan is timing.
Strike the Huaxie Cult’s branch before they can react, then leave Quan City before the alarm spreads.
This is the most feasible escape route Ji Jue has found so far.
If this doesn’t work, then the only options are to hunker down and wait for rescue—which is akin to a slow death—or gamble and look for a nascent time rift, like the Huaxie Cult once did, hiding within it and drifting out of Quan City.
But the chances of success for that plan are too low.
It’s almost like a pipe dream.
But even if they choose to raid the Huaxie Cult, there’s a crucial question they need to answer.
Quan City is so big—where the hell is the Huaxie Cult?
“Brother Shan, do you have any leads?” Ji Jue looked at Tong Shan, who was deep in thought.
Tong Shan simply smiled.
They understood each other without words.
“As expected...” Ji Jue sighed in relief.
This plan was already halfway to success.
After killing Ling Zhi and repelling Yan Chong, when Tong Shan was high in the sky, he wasn’t just focused on showing off.
Even though the internal and external troubles were worse than ever, he still had the capacity to crush a few unlucky souls.
And the reason he didn’t stop the surviving minions from fleeing...
Were you laying bait?
Wait, you probably had this planned all along, didn’t you?
“Are you really from the Heavenly Origin?” Ji Jue asked suspiciously.
“As real as it gets,” Tong Shan said. “Because I’m from the Heavenly Origin, I know the difference between work hours, off hours, and overtime.”
He smiled meaningfully. “When I’m not being Tong Shan, I’m quite adaptable.”
The Heavenly Origin is about order and unity, not about being a fool.
Being a civil servant who follows the rules and one who knows how to exploit loopholes aren’t mutually exclusive.
It’s just that Ji Jue’s ideas are a bit more wild...
You always need to have a backup plan.
You don’t aim for the best, but you definitely avoid the worst.
Originally, after thinking the team had no way out, he instinctively left a few marks on the fleeing minions, hoping to follow the trail and see if there was a chance to hide in Quan City and find clues about Commander Lou.
He admitted that Ji Jue’s plan had an element of gambling.
But he genuinely liked it.
“Interested in joining the Security Bureau?” he offered again. “Part-time is fine. The third department’s budget is always overflowing, and all expenses are covered by the Federation. I really see potential in you.”
“Do you hate the third department’s director that much?” Ji Jue shot back.
Tong Shan choked back a laugh, then burst into laughter.
And so, the plan was set.
Three hours later, at the edge of Quan City.
In the swirling white mist, a dilapidated house, half-real and half-illusory, hid silently in the shadows.
In the dead silence, only faint rustling sounds could be heard, echoing from cracks, rooftops, sewer pipes, and the corners of the streets.
Tiny black dots, like insects, crawled inconspicuously in the corners, spreading out and subtly covering the entire street and nearby areas.
Watching everything.
From time to time, one of the insects would crawl into a doorframe, disappearing into the overly noisy “darkness” within.
Under the flickering lights, a messy table was strewn with playing cards, beer bottles scattered everywhere.
The ashtray and disposable cups and bowls were piled high with cigarette butts, mixed with leftover food, emitting a pungent odor that mingled with sweat, grease, and foot stench, creating a nostalgic “fragrance” reminiscent of an unmanaged college dorm.
“Screw Yan Chong, screw Ling Zhi, screw Xu Ling, screw the Tianxin Society...”
A fat man sitting on a chair smoked a cigarette, cursing nonstop. “These idiots come up with an idea, and boom, they create a huge mess. After creating the mess, they almost get everyone killed, and then they let the Security Bureau escape! Can you believe it? Two against one, and they still lost! Disgraceful! And then, they have the nerve to come and tell us: ‘You guys, go guard this place, not a single fly gets out’... Screw that! We were doing just fine in Huangzhou, and now we’re stuck in this hellhole, sitting around like prisoners every day. Lu Changsheng, that guy’s been the sect leader for too long—his brain’s fried. He has no idea what he’s doing!”
“Hey, boss, times have changed,” a subordinate tried to console him. “We’re all working for the sect.”
“Working? I’m working my ass off!!!”
The fat man opened his mouth and swallowed the insect that had crawled into his hand, chewing it with a crunching sound, tasting the pheromones, still cursing. “I think the Huaxie Cult is doomed under him! Letting the Dragon Sacrifice Society walk all over us, bringing in those abyssal lunatics, and now trying to pull off some big operation under the Security Bureau’s nose? I think he just wants us all dead! And that guy... what’s his name... Jian... Jian something? Jian Yuan, that old geezer! Just thinking about it makes me...”
As he cursed, his movements suddenly stopped, as if frozen in place.
He grabbed another handful of insects and tossed them into his mouth, juices splattering.
Unbelievable.
He looked toward the door. “They’re really coming this way?”
“Really?” The subordinates, some lying down, some sitting up, all straightened up, looking at each other in shock.
“Send a signal to the back! Hurry!”
The insect-eating fat man grinned, his fat folds revealing multiple compound eyes opening on his face. “This time, we’ve hit the jackpot! Everyone, get ready...”
Under the pursuit and surveillance of countless flying insects, a patched-up, battered car silently entered the警戒范围内,小心翼翼,全无声息.
明明只是一截短路,却七扭八拐的绕着路,确定着身后没有追逐者.
可就在即将进入包围圈的时候,却好像察觉到了什么,毫无征兆的刹车,然后,倒行着疾驰,狂奔而去.
“拦住!给我拦住!”
趴在楼顶的胖子瞪大了浑身的眼睛,后背之上瞬间长出无数蜻蜓一般的薄翼,腾空而起,紧追!
宛如穷途末路,在诸多教徒的围追堵截之下,那辆走投无路的车在诸多攻击里,最终还是被逼进了死路之中,再无生路.
厚重的装甲上满是划痕,浓烟滚滚,扩散.
一颗车灯自断裂的线缆之下脱落,砸在地上,黯淡闪烁.
再无动静.
“什么玩意儿?”
胖子狐疑的站在远处,抬起手,示意所有的下属们提高戒备.
再然后,看了看站在最前面的那个,努嘴.
呆滞的下属僵硬了一下,在他目光的催促中,吞了口吐沫,收起武器,小心翼翼的往前,鼓起勇气,嘴里不干不净的怒骂着,终于拉开了车门.
可车门好像早就不堪重负了一样,只是伸手一拽,就当啷坠地.再然后,里面的尸体就缓缓倒了出来,粘稠的血腥味如此刺鼻.
“尸体?”探查者茫然的探头,看向车厢里,一个个乱七八糟堆放的箱子之间,堆满了残缺的尸快.
恶臭扑鼻.
“全是尸体!”
胖子皱眉,推开前面碍事儿的下属走上前来,伸手撕开了车皮,里面或是残缺或是完整的尸体就裸露了出来,只是,当他伸手拽起一个的时候,却丝毫感觉不到重量.
他的脸色越发阴沉,忽然撕下了‘尸体’的表皮,可扯下来的却是一张轻薄的白纸,上面只写了两个字.
【尸体】!
而当以太的伪装被戳穿的瞬间,粘稠的血腥味也变成了浓郁到刺鼻的化学药剂的味道.
“我草你……”胖子面色骤变,不假思索的抛下累赘,转身狂奔.
可惜,晚了.
那一瞬间,车灯的最后闪烁里,传来发动机满足又疲惫的最后一声叹息.
最后还能跑这一趟……
它说,【真他妈爽啊!】
——轰!!!!
狂乱的炎流扩散,浓烟升腾,火光升上天空,令天穹之上的阴云浮现灼红.
巨响自狂风之中吹响了远方,同泉城其他区域传来的零星巨响不断回合在一起,延绵不尽,处处升腾.
“呼~”
季觉吹了声口哨,眺望烟花的闪光：“动静还真不小啊.”
就当提前拜个早年吧.
不知道化邪教团的朋友们,喜不喜欢送上门来的惊喜.
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