I have a city in another world

Chaos reigned around the police station.

The sudden explosion and the acrid, choking black smoke were unbearable for the armed personnel.

Now, we are trying every possible way to combat the damage caused by the toxic fumes, and we are filled with endless suffering.

They had simulated various possible scenarios beforehand, but they did not expect the enemy to use poison smoke.

Although gas masks were stockpiled, the quantity was insufficient to meet the needs of the crowd, and they could not be distributed in time.

If one link goes wrong, chaos can break out, and right now things are in complete disarray.

What's even more terrifying is that this toxic fumes are not ordinary toxins; they cause excruciating pain the moment they come into contact with the substance.

The most fatal flaw is that no one can identify the type and source of the toxic fumes.

The effects of the toxic smoke became apparent in a short period of time.

The armed personnel defending the police station were all affected; they could not see, could not hear, and had great difficulty breathing.

My whole body aches and feels weak, making me feel like a useless person.

When consciousness is affected by toxins, various hallucinations may occur, leading to indiscriminate attacks due to fear.

Amidst the chaos, the guardians began to kill each other, and the fighting grew increasingly fierce.

Various screams, curses, and commands rang out continuously amidst the thick smoke.

Soldiers don't know their generals, and generals don't know their soldiers; no one can control the chaotic situation.

"These idiots are a complete bunch of useless trash!"

A transcendent cultivator hiding on the rooftop was both angry and annoyed when he saw this chaotic scene.

He wanted to intervene several times to quell the chaos below, but he was worried that he would not achieve the desired effect.

Revealing one's identity to rescue a group of armed men would also disrupt the operation plan.

This would only create more chaos; such a thing is absolutely unacceptable.

Suppressing his anger, the cultivator continued to observe.

The police department's armed defenses are now completely useless and can no longer function.

If the enemy seizes the opportunity, they can easily break in, as if the place were undefended.

This group of ordinary martial artists are good at dealing with ordinary people and monsters, but they are unreliable in critical moments.

However, he also knew that the poisonous smoke was indeed very dangerous, and even he was finding it hard to withstand, let alone a group of ordinary martial artists.

"Using such low-level methods, they can only deal with mortals. Could that guy really just be an ordinary martial artist?"

"But if the other party is an ordinary person, how could they kill a cultivator on the spot with a backlash attack?"

Various doubts arose in his mind, leaving the cultivator puzzled.

If it were just an ordinary person, he would have a much better chance of capturing and killing them, and wouldn't have to live in fear anymore.

If we dig deeper, we might uncover more secrets.

The armed personnel of the police station were merely a means to deceive the enemy; the real main force was him and the other monks.

"Hurry up and come here, I want to see who you really are!"

The cultivator's eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flashed with a chilling intent as he waited for his prey to appear before launching his attack.

"Well, who?"

Suddenly, a figure flashed beside him, almost causing the cultivator to attack.

"Don't panic, it's me!"

An accomplice appeared, sporting a grinning expression.

"Xiao Qi, what are you doing here? Why aren't you protecting that chief?"

Upon confirming his companion's identity, the cultivator frowned even more deeply and asked in a slightly accusatory tone.

The newly arrived cultivator, upon hearing this, revealed a disdainful expression and said in a mocking tone, "That cowardly fellow kept chattering in my ear; he's truly extremely annoying."

"If I didn't have a mission, I would have slapped him to death, he's a beast." Seeing his senior brother's furrowed brows, he quickly smiled and said, "I just felt annoyed and heard the fight was so intense, so I came out to take a look."

"Don't worry, senior brother, I'll just take a quick look and then head back. I promise there won't be any problems!"

Upon hearing his junior brother's explanation, the cultivator frowned and said in a dissatisfied tone, "No matter what he did, you shouldn't have abandoned your post. If the enemy takes advantage of the situation, wouldn't that be a slap in our face?"

Besides, if we fail the mission, our master won't let us off the hook; we'll inevitably be punished.

Hearing his companion's warning, the cultivator dismissed it and said confidently, "Don't worry, senior brother, I've set up a defensive barrier. It will sound an alarm if anyone touches it."

Besides, the bureau chief has a protective talisman given to him by his master; he'll definitely be able to save his life.

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed, and he quickly turned and left.

"Oh no! The target has been attacked! I'm heading back now!"

The moment he finished speaking, he vanished without a trace.

The cultivators guarding the rooftop immediately notified their companions to come to their aid, but dared not leave easily.

They feared this was a trap, a deliberate attempt to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

For tonight's hunt, the inner city dispatched five cultivators, each guarding a different location.

The plan was to set up bait and wait for the prey to come to them, but this is what happened instead.

Punishment for dereliction of duty is inevitable, but the most important thing right now is to capture and kill that culprit.

To act so brazenly in this mountain town shelter clearly shows they don't take them seriously.

He hesitated for a moment, then heard a scream from ahead; it was clearly his junior brother who had just left.

"not good!"

The senior brother's heart tightened, and without further hesitation, he rushed toward the secret chamber.

Three other figures arrived from different directions and rushed into the secret chamber.

Upon entering, one discovers that the newly appointed police chief is slumped on the ground, looking dazed.

Looking at his crotch, it was soaking wet and smelled foul.

That impetuous and reckless junior brother lay sprawled to the side, his body charred black and covered in knife wounds; it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they rushed forward to check, confirming that he was still breathing.

The other party clearly showed mercy, not delivering a fatal blow to a vital spot; otherwise, there would have been absolutely no chance of survival.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked the police chief what had happened.
The other person looked dazed, clearly having suffered a mental shock, and was unable to respond normally.

The four cultivators exchanged glances, a look of shock flashing in their eyes, and at the same time, a chill ran down their spines.

They had not sensed any energy fluctuations before this, indicating that the other party had not used any magic.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, it managed to infiltrate a heavily guarded secret chamber and severely injure a cultivator.

What happened tonight is more like a warning: if someone wants to kill, they won't leave anyone alive.

The initial anger gradually dissipated, replaced by rational emotions.

After investigation, it was found that the attackers left no clues, leaving them with no way to pursue and retaliate.

They were able to enter the secret room of the police station silently despite being surrounded by heavy troops, and escape quietly after seriously injuring a cultivator.

The opponent's strength far exceeded expectations, making the cultivators feel threatened.

At this moment, they are no longer thinking about how to capture the other person, but about ensuring that they themselves will not be harmed.

If they ignore the warnings and continue the pursuit, they might be the ones falling to the ground next.

"It seems that this matter needs to be handled by the master; it would be more prudent that way."

The eldest brother spoke quietly, offering his suggestion as his gaze swept over the other three.

"As it should be!"

The three nodded in agreement, offering no objections. (End of Chapter)