Chapter 51
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Chapter 51: LW-1204
“I admit you have some skills.”
At the top of a tall building in the northern part of Fanzui City, a man with a mocking mask sat on a throne in the center of a large hall, his legs crossed. He looked down on the black-robed men who had been causing a ruckus below.
Around him, countless suited men were scattered at his feet.
One against a hundred, invincible.
He simply observed everything unfold until his underlings were all dealt with. Only then did the man in the mask finally rise, his deep eyes scanning the black-clad individuals who had taken over the trending topics in Fanzui City.
“If not for our differing views on justice, I’d truly want to make your acquaintance. I also really want to know…”
He shook his head helplessly, extending his right hand with five fingers spread wide. A colorful triangular prism of light began to expand in his palm, dispersing the dim night and casting a colorful glow across the space.
“Can your powerful body withstand this…”
“Bang!”
A gunshot rang out, and the colorful glow vanished. The man in the mask fell to the ground, a bullet hole appearing in his forehead.
“Damn idiot, so much talk.” A greasy middle-aged man named Wei Shi walked over, stepping on the masked man’s neck before firing two more shots into his head.
After confirming that the man was dead, he withdrew his hand and turned toward Mi Xiaoliu, who was still waiting. “Are you waiting for him to use his special move?”
“Mmm.” Mi Xiaoliu nodded.
That was how people did it on the TV shows that Heli bought.
“Come here.” Wei Shi waved at her.
Mi Xiaoliu obediently walked over.
Wei Shi swiftly pinched her forehead with his thumb and middle finger, giving it two sharp flicks, making a “bang bang” sound.
“Stop flicking, you’re going to break it. You don’t want your head messed up, do you?” A soft voice came through Mi Xiaoliu’s earpiece—Sister Hermit, sounding concerned.
Ignoring Mi Xiaoliu, who squatted down, holding her forehead, Wei Shi went around to each body, ensuring they were all finished off with a knife to prevent any potential survivors.
“Although this is a small gang, twenty million in commission would still make our little princess happy for a while,” Sister Hermit’s voice continued.
“Not happening. Give her thirty thousand, and we’ll split the rest.” Wei Shi coldly made his decision, ignoring Mi Xiaoliu, who was tugging at his sleeve.
“That’s too much.”
“She’s the one Emily threw at me.” His voice carried frustration from his first love. “If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have all these problems.”
What started as a simple task—stealing laser weapons from a local gang—had been going smoothly. Wei Shi, with his rich experience and infiltration skills, had led Mi Xiaoliu to the hidden leather suitcase in the warehouse.
They’d planned to have Mi Xiaoliu use her spatial abilities to store it, and then hide among some junk, slipping away when the inspectors opened the door. The mission was originally just a way for Mi Xiaoliu to gain experience and complete her monthly tasks.
But after they had already left, the warehouse manager discovered the goods were gone and angrily shouted, “I’m done for, which idiot did this?”
The situation escalated quickly, and the two of them were seen by someone, missing the best opportunity to retreat and ultimately forced to take out the entire gang…
And for a mere twenty million. It was a major loss.
Sister Hermit’s voice bubbled through again. “How does it feel? Like a hero taking down an illegal gang?”
“Kind of nostalgic.” Wei Shi grabbed Mi Xiaoliu’s arm and pulled her up, not even looking at her downcast expression. He stretched out his hand. “Give it to me.”
Mi Xiaoliu obediently handed over the suitcase from her storage space.
Opening the suitcase, Wei Shi confirmed it contained the goods the employer had requested.
Three vials of blue-green liquid, each only 20 milliliters, lay quietly inside. Each vial was labeled with “LW-1204.”
“These LW-1204 vials are worth over a hundred million each, and they gave us twenty million? This miserly employer doesn’t fear us just taking the goods and running?” Sister Hermit commented, sounding exasperated.
“It’s just a sample.” Wei Shi picked up one of the vials and examined it, noticing it had no label on the type.
This item was like an unknown Devil Fruit, a mystery box—who knew if it could even be sold for a high price?
“This thing has already spread this far. Did someone from Easter come here?” Wei Shi glanced at Mi Xiaoliu. “You’ve been following me for the past few days, I have a mission for you.”
“Go to Mingxue’s house tomorrow,” Mi Xiaoliu answered.
“Friend?” Wei Shi raised an eyebrow.
Mi Xiaoliu didn’t respond.
“Tch.” Annoyed, Wei Shi clicked his tongue and raised his hand to scare her.
Mi Xiaoliu stepped back, covering her forehead.
“Don’t go running around this weekend,” he added as an afterthought.
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“The deceased’s name was Si Zhe. He had a record of surviving 36 years in Fanzui City, never once dying. He was unmarried. But this time, the deceased was exceptionally pathetic. He should have learned from the last one we encountered, who was stabbed eighty times but still managed to leave a death message that only a detective could decipher.”
“You know, our city’s criminals may not be experts in all areas, but at least ordinary murderers are proficient in traps and high-intelligence crimes. The deceased was able to squeeze out clues even in their dying moments that could stump detectives.”
“Any suspects?” Officer Chen set down his thermos cup.
“There are three. The first is named Xiong Shou. He lent the deceased 200,000 Mira and had an exchange with him two hours before the murder.”
“The second is named Zhen Xiong. He also lent the deceased 200,000, and had a confrontation with him three hours before the murder.”
“The third is a person with absolute light abilities. They have no direct connection to the deceased, merely a bystander who happens to fit the classic ‘three suspects’ profile. All three have alibis.”
“Hmm…” Officer Chen thought for a moment, calculating. “Sounds like it was a gang job.”
“Old Chen, are you done over there? Send some people my way,” a lazy voice crackled over the walkie-talkie.
The police in Fanzui City were always understaffed, especially after the violent conflict with the justice-enforcers two days ago.
What had started as a simple “demonstration” had escalated. Though the opposition might have had blood on their hands, the police couldn’t act too harshly against minors.
The justice-enforcers (Tian Xing Dao) understood this too—they just wanted to show force, not to fight to the death.
That was, until an agent codenamed “Devil” secretly swapped their gun for real ammunition.
The injured person was only fifteen years old and still unconscious. The conflict had completely escalated, and the news was now spreading everywhere.
“Aren’t you able to split yourself?” Officer Chen frowned.
“Don’t even think about it. My clones can only do what I can do,” came the response after a long pause. “The forensic officer said they found traces of LW-1204 on the body of the Laser Club leader.”
“How the hell did that stuff end up here?” Officer Chen frowned.
It sounded like something straight out of a martial arts novel—magical treasure from the frozen north being smuggled to the desert.
LW-1204, a banned drug similar to N-1202.
The difference? The abilities it granted would stay with the user until their death, and the black elements wouldn’t immediately corrode the body. There was a three- to five-year incubation period.
No one knew where it came from. There had been less than a hundred vials circulating in the southern part of the world five years ago, but since then, it had disappeared without a trace.
“Even crazier… uh… uh!” The voice on the other end grew strained, making Officer Chen wonder what was happening.
“Shit, the guy with two bullet holes in his head came back to life! Damn, he’s dead again.”
