Don't follow the rules

Chapter 566 The Church of the Cross (Twenty-Nine)
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the broadcast.

The commander of the guard team wasn't angered by Chunyu Kong's intrusion. Instead, he turned off his microphone and chatted with his team behind him about the significance of this unidentified individual. The impromptu meeting was highly efficient; the commander quickly drew conclusions from the previously recorded combat videos and the team's analysis:
"Fancy tricks + unknown nobody = nothing to fear."

He switched the channel from the broadcast back to the guard team and gave instructions: "This person's identity is unknown, and his strength is a mystery. He is suspected to be a sorcerer skilled in spirit control. It is tentatively assumed that his physical skills are his weakness. Do not give him the opportunity to summon other spiritual creatures. Snipers, prepare."

"Brother Kong, they seem to be..." Ning Yao whispered, but was interrupted by Kong raising his hand before he could finish speaking.

“I’ve stood out, so they’ll definitely come after me first. You can take this opportunity to help me escape and get out of the association quickly.”

Ning Yao choked up, tears welling in her eyes as she grabbed Chunyu Kong's arm, shaking it and wailing, "No! I don't want to leave you! It's not time to be separated from my loved ones yet, don't make it such a dramatic plot, I don't accept bad endings!"

Chunyu Kong rolled his eyes and brushed away the hand clinging to his arm: "...Enough nonsense, carry out the order."

Ning Yao, feeling wronged, whimpered and mumbled, "Damn it, can't you say something nice?"

"……obedient."

"Okay, okay!" Ning Yao ran off happily, leaving behind a joyful silhouette.

The next instant, Chunyu Kong raised his hand and flicked a bullet away with his fingernail.

"Standard sniper rounds?" Kong looked at the ceiling damaged by the ricochet and the sniper falling from behind the mezzanine, raising an eyebrow slightly. "It seems your assessment is quite different from mine."

The commander's voice immediately came through the guards' headsets: "Front line, retreat! Immediately!"

He clearly knew that his earlier judgment was wildly wrong, and now he only hoped to cut his losses immediately and avoid losing too many of his own troops in this battle in which he knew nothing about the enemy.

Although the command was given hastily and vaguely, the guards' retreat was very orderly, without any pushing or shoving. They immediately raised their riot shields and retreated in a fan-shaped semi-encirclement. They even spontaneously opened fire on the front line while retreating to block the enemy's pursuit.

Yes, all of the above are invalid operations.

Chunyu Kong took a step forward, and the paving stones beneath his feet were as brittle as a boiled eggshell that had been knocked off a table corner. They cracked easily, and an invisible shockwave emanated from his toes, skillfully avoiding his teammates and precisely knocking down all the guards who were holding up their shields. The crowd collapsed like dominoes.

The originally tight fan-shaped retreat formation collapsed instantly. Not only the front row, but even the armed guards in the back row who had almost withdrawn from the battlefield were shaken and their hands were torn apart, and a large number of them fell to the side.

But when the sniper on the high ground was ordered to take aim at the target again, Chunyu Kong was no longer in the center of the battlefield.

"Divine speed".

A blur of movement swept through the crowd, dismantling every weapon in its path—gun barrels twisted into pretzel shapes, magazines crushed into dust. Chunyu Kong even had time to shake every single bullet out of the gun, scattering them on the ground with a clattering sound, like rain, which was quite pleasant to hear.

The sniper broke out in a cold sweat, not because his gun barrel had been dismantled by the afterimage while he was hiding on high ground, but because Chunyu Kong was squatting next to him and had reached out to remove his headset.

"Hello, hello?" The flight attendant tested his voice with feigned modesty. "Hello, Commander. I'll take this ghost with me for now. If you have any questions, you can report them to your superiors. There's no need to pursue it. That way, it'll save face for everyone."

The familiar silence continued through the earpiece until Chunyu Kong clicked his tongue impatiently, at which point the other party's cautious yet desperate questioning rang out: "Who... exactly are you? With your level of combat power, even if you're not from Zhenxing City, there's no way we wouldn't have collected any information about you."

"Who knows? Maybe they collected it, but you just didn't find it."

"How could..."

"Alright, I'm not going to chat with you anymore. You don't need to secretly transfer people to target Geng Xun and Ning Yao at this time—I'm standing higher than before, and I have a sniper's view now. I can see all your little moves very clearly."

Silence fell over the channel again. Chunyu Kong patted the sniper on the shoulder, took his headset, jumped down from the high place, and returned to his original position. Ning Yao, who had been preparing flattery for a long time, quickly followed. "My God! That combo is so cool, bro! Please, I want to learn it! How long will it take to learn to pull off a nose like that?" Ning Yao fawned over Chunyu Kong, massaging his shoulders and kneading his biceps.

Chunyu Kong brushed his hand away, completely ignoring the nonsense: "You control Geng Xun and take him away from here. I've already spoken to their commander, no one will stop us."

Ning Yao chuckled, his eyes darting around as he said, "Seriously, Brother Kong? You're leaving it to me to control? There are so many people watching... You know, my skill effects are really not up to par..."

"I count to three, one, three..." Chunyu Kong's speech was slow and dangerous.

"Alright, alright, I'll get right to it. I've noticed you're really serious about things." Ning Yao wiped his face, raised his arms, and made a few unintelligible gestures in the air as if conducting an invisible symphony orchestra.

Thick black fog, like an inky river bursting its banks, surged in from all directions, engulfing the staggering guards and flowing swiftly to the feet of the demonized Geng Xun.

Although Geng Xun had temporarily lost his human will, he seemed to be instinctively familiar with and wary of this black mist. He cried out in alarm and tried to leap up to escape the encirclement of the black mist.

Ning Yao gently rotated his wrist, and several thick octopus tentacles rose from the thick black fog, tightly wrapping around Geng Xun who was trying to escape, and dragging him downwards until he was completely submerged in the black fog.

The black fog quickly calmed down and receded, revealing a patch of white, stripped-off guards on the ground.

Chunyu Kong turned and kicked him: "What's wrong with you now?"

Ning Yao flew five meters through the air, clutching his backside as he replied with difficulty, "Since we've already dismantled their equipment, it wouldn't hurt for me to take a few bulletproof vests, night vision goggles, tactical helmets, and work boots..."

Chunyu Kong covered his face and sighed deeply: "Forget it, let's go."

"Should we say goodbye to our acquaintances before we leave?"

Don't hurt other people.

"walk slowly."
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"Commander... are we just going to let them go like that? How are we going to explain this to Minister Guo?"

The guard commander pointed helplessly at the two people swaggering out of the association's main gate in the surveillance footage: "Why don't you stop them?"

The man fell silent.

The commander rubbed his throbbing temples: "It's already shameful enough to divert so many of our men to suppress such a brat. Now that we're outmatched, we have a lot of blame to shift. It's not worth it to lose a few brothers over something like this."

"Then... what about Minister Guo..."

The commander chuckled and said, "What kind of 'Minister of Pots and Bowls' are you? You're just a bunch of guys who think they can do whatever they want with their power. You just got rid of Captain Jiang, do you think you can fire me too? We'll just have to be nicer to you later."

"No...something's wrong!" a communications officer cried out in alarm.

The commander took off his headset: "What's wrong now?"

"Minister Guo is dead! He was hit in the head with a soybean!"

"Soybeans?!" The commander looked at the crushed soybeans in the corner.

Thank you Ling Zha for the reward! Thank you to those who are like "握日月摘星辰无我" (a person who grasps the sun and moon and plucks stars from the sky), "且仗剑天涯" (a person who roams the world with a sword), and "封飞啊哈哈哈" (a person who is a bit arrogant) for the monthly tickets! Thank you everyone, I'm so sorry for the long hiatus, I'll give you all a shout-out! (bang)