Just You Wait
“Fucking hell, you’re toasting and refusing to drink the penalty brew, huh?! Ram that goddamn City of Sin gate open for me!” The white-haired young man’s temper exploded. Seeing Xiao Yi treat him like he was nothing, he whipped the SUV around, floored the accelerator, and charged straight at the gate.
Boom! A thunderous crash rang out as the off-roader’s engine sputtered and died.
But the City of Sin’s gate now bore a massive dent.
At this rate, it wouldn’t take many more hits to breach it.
“System! Build a Hunter Crossbow right here!” Xiao Yi commanded in a voice cold enough to freeze ice.
He’d originally been reluctant to blow 200 End Coins on a Hunter Crossbow.
He was so close to hitting three hundred!
The Strangler Armored Vehicle was just one day away from summoning!
Damn it!!
These bastards!
They all have to die!!!!
Hunter Crossbow: Attacks all lifeforms assaulting the City of Sin. Can also be controlled by the City Lord. Each bolt costs 1 End Coin (automatically purchased upon consumption until End Coins are depleted). Price: 200 End Coins.
Hunter Crossbow summoning conditions met. Summoning available…
Consumed 200 End Coins…
As the synthesized electronic voice fell silent, a one-meter-long and one-meter-wide crossbow base slammed into existence. Then, a man-sized crossbow materialized atop it.
Under the setting sun, the crossbow gleamed with an eerie, sinister black chill, as if brimming with endless killing intent!
Its metallic beauty and graceful lines left Xiao Yi mesmerized!
At that moment, the white-haired youth revved the off-roader again, reversing for a second strike.
A cold smirk flashed across Xiao Yi’s face. He sighted the SUV and pulled the trigger!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh… A barrage of air-ripping sounds erupted.
Black-glowing bolts hurtled at blinding speed toward the windshield!!
The white-haired youth spotted the massive crossbow that had suddenly appeared in Xiao Yi’s hands. Panic-stricken, he slammed the brakes and yanked the wheel.
Such evasion was utterly futile!
It did nothing.
Fueled by rage, Xiao Yi slammed the mechanism, unleashing dozens of bolts in one go!
Draining every last End Coin in a single breath!
Thud thud thud thud thud… A storm of piercing impacts followed.
The Raptor SUV was instantly turned into a pincushion!
Dozens of black bolts riddled it densely!
The windshield shattered into oblivion.
Not even a scream escaped.
The white-haired youth and the earring guy beside him were skewered clean through by multiple bolts!
Heads, chests, guts—everywhere pierced by thick, pen-sized black bolts!
Their skulls had burst open, blood and brains splattered across the cabin!
The silver-haired girl trailing behind, who’d been watching the show, stared dumbfounded at the carnage. Then terror hit, and she shrieked.
The tattooed muscle man next to her opened fire on Xiao Yi’s position, bellowing at her: “Fucking hell! Drive! You wanna end up like them?!”
Snapping to, the silver-haired girl stomped the gas, peeling out toward the school outskirts like a maniac.
A furious roar blasted from the pickup’s roof-mounted speaker: “You goddamn bastard! Just you fucking wait!!!”
A glint of chill flashed in Xiao Yi’s eyes.
These fuckers were off to fetch reinforcements!
Last time, through the Three-Eyed Raven, he’d spotted five or six of them—organized, disciplined.
Top-tier gear, and they even had Type 81 rifles!
Weapons like that were rare even before the apocalypse.
This crew was either a pre-apocalypse gang or had hit an army or police armory post-outbreak.
Xiao Yi was certain: they weren’t just a handful. There was likely a shelter behind them.
“I have to uproot these bastards completely.”
Xiao Yi muttered coldly, leaping down from the wall to the SUV.
The two inside were deader than dead.
The hood was a pincushion too—Xiao Yi knew without checking: totaled.
But the Type 81 rifle was intact.
Xiao Yi yanked it out, then rummaged the vehicle. Jackpot: a police anti-riot net gun and a crate of rifle ammo.
Beyond the weapons, he found piles of white powder and pills.
No need to guess: drugs!
“Looks like these guys are tied to the cartels,” Xiao Yi muttered to himself.
From their style and behavior, they screamed organized crime—probably rich kids playing gangster.
He stowed the weapons and ammo in his Space Bag, then turned back toward the City of Sin.