Chapter 405
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Chapter 405: We Are Just a Legend
The man stared at the three black boxes for a long time, ultimately giving up on the idea of taking action.
Although he was a member of the Ancient God Church, he was also the official representative of the God of Yellow Sand, Set. There was no need for him to gamble his life for this team; if the Snake Woman was dead, so be it—he didn’t want to throw himself into the mix as well.
“Very well,” the man gritted his teeth and spoke, “this time, I’ll let you go… But if you take anything from the Ancient God Church, be prepared to be hunted down.
I hope you can survive until the day we meet again. By then, I will personally kill you!”
He shot a cold glance at Lin Qiye, and his figure dispersed into a cloud of yellow sand, the evening breeze scattering it into the night sky.
After confirming that he had left, Lin Qiye finally let out a sigh of relief.
Although he and An Qingyu had anticipated such a scene while formulating their plan, they still decided to take the gamble, betting that the contents of these three boxes were enough to threaten lives at the “Infinite” level.
Of course, Lin Qiye was not without confidence in taking this risk.
From this setup, it was clear that the man was someone who preferred stability and was extremely cautious, never taking unnecessary risks. Since the boxes could pose a threat to the special team, they would certainly threaten “Infinity” itself. If there was even a slight chance of failure, he wouldn’t act.
Based on Lin Qiye and An Qingyu’s calculations, the probability of the man retreating after seeing the boxes in Lin Qiye’s hands was at least seventy percent.
And the facts proved that their guess was entirely correct.
Seeing the man retreat, Cao Yuan and the others also relaxed, returning to their previous exhausted state.
“By the way, where’s An Qingyu?” Cao Yuan asked, puzzled.
“Oh, him…” Lin Qiye thought for a moment, “he should still be on the highway.”
……
Outside the Boundless Void.
Jiang Han watched as the purple mist gradually dissipated, her face lighting up with joy!
As the seventh member of Team 017 left behind in the mist, only she knew how she had endured those long hours…
When twelve hours had passed and her teammates still hadn’t emerged, her mental state began to crumble. If it weren’t for the prior agreement that she had to wait outside for support, she would have already rushed in with a knife to save them. Waiting alone outside was far more torturous than being trapped with her teammates.
Fortunately, a few hours ago, the special team’s aircraft had flown over the mist, which gave Jiang Han a bit of reassurance.
With the special team present, there shouldn’t be too much of a problem, right?
She just didn’t know if the legendary [Phoenix] team was the one that had come.
“Everyone, follow me! We’re going in to save people!!”
Jiang Han shouted to the dozens of ambulances and support vehicles that had been waiting around, then jumped into a military jeep, slamming her foot down on the accelerator.
Vroom—!!
With a roar, the jeep sped straight towards the heart of Gusu, the massive rescue convoy following closely behind.
As they passed through the now-thin purple mist, the jeep raced down the road like an arrow, its bright headlights illuminating the path ahead. In the distance, a few figures were slowly walking out.
“Stop!”
Seeing this scene, Jiang Han frowned slightly and picked up the radio.
The vehicles gradually slowed down, stopping in the center of the wide road, beams of headlights illuminating the purple mist. At the end of the light, four figures wearing masks emerged from the mist.
Sun Wukong, Zhu Jie, Sha Monk, and Red Boy.
Sun Wukong and Red Boy were at the front, with Zhu Jie carrying a woman on his back, while Sha Monk was pulling a trailer, the wheels making a rumbling sound against the pavement. On the trailer, four figures were neatly stacked, three of them tightly bound, wearing expressions of despair.
Seeing this scene, the rescue team members were left dumbfounded.
What is… going on?
“Molly!!” Jiang Han recognized the severely injured figure on Bai Li Pangpang’s back and exclaimed, rushing forward.
“You’re from Team 017, right?” Lin Qiye, wearing the Sun Wukong mask, stopped in his tracks. “Molly and Qin Kai need immediate medical attention. Also, there’s another team member who was knocked out at the Southern Gate; remember to bring him back.”
Jiang Han was taken aback and nodded repeatedly.
“Thank you…”
“Hey, be gentle! Be careful not to bump our Molly,” Bai Li Pangpang, wearing the Zhu Jie mask, gently placed Molly on the ambulance while reminding the surrounding rescue team members, his eyes filled with concern for the unconscious Molly.
Lin Qiye walked up to him and patted his shoulder. “It’s time to go.”
Bai Li Pangpang reluctantly shifted his gaze away, following behind Lin Qiye with his head drooping, looking dispirited.
“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine,” Lin Qiye comforted him. “We’ll stay in Gusu for a while. When she wakes up, you can take off your mask and visit her in the hospital.”
“Really?” Bai Li Pangpang perked up immediately. “That sounds great… Qiye, do you think I should ask for a talisman for Molly when I go to the temple?”
“What talisman?” Lin Qiye asked, confused.
“It’s what Old Cao told me…”
Bai Li Pangpang recounted Cao Yuan’s suggestion in detail, and while the two were chatting, Jiang Han had quickly walked up to them.
“Um…” Jiang Han couldn’t help but ask, “Excuse me, are you the [Phoenix] team or the [Mask] team?”
Jiang Han had been a night watchman for a few years and knew some things about special teams, but this team seemed different from the others. Although they wore masks similar to the [Mask] team, the styles were quite different, and the number of members didn’t match…
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiye and Bai Li Pangpang exchanged a glance, both showing a look of helplessness.
“We are the fifth special team,” Lin Qiye replied vaguely.
“The fifth special team?” Jiang Han was stunned, “But I’ve never heard of it before!”
“Not hearing about it is correct,” Bai Li Pangpang chuckled. “Don’t be infatuated with us; after all, we’re just a legend…”
The two turned and walked away in the opposite direction, while Jialan and Cao Yuan, who had been waiting nearby, caught up and walked alongside them.
“Let’s go,” Lin Qiye waved his hand without looking back at Jiang Han and the others.
Jiang Han opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to ask something else, but ultimately said nothing.
The four figures wearing Journey to the West masks gradually disappeared into the purple mist under everyone’s gaze…
