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Chapter 178 Absurd Drama: The Death of Mo Zhen (Every subsequent chapter is a surprising twist)

The grief that permeated the warehouse was almost tangible. Xiao Huolong's withered body lying on the ground was like an extinguished torch, draining away all the false warmth of surviving the ordeal.

In this deathly silence steeped in sorrow, a piercing metallic scraping sound suddenly rang out!
It's Colt!

He staggered to his feet from behind a pile of rubble containers. His once impeccably tailored dark suit was now stained with blood and dust, making him look disheveled. But after the initial shock, his eyes were quickly filled with a venomous ruthlessness and a gambler's madness.

Around him, Desert Eagle, Barrett, and Hellfire, these equally disheveled traitorous cadres, also struggled to gather around.

Although most of their elite troops had been lost, the survivors still had a fierce, desperate glint in their eyes.

Colt glanced around, his gaze sweeping over Mo Zhen's side mourning their hero, over the bewildered and leaderless remnants of the Poison Smoke Team, and finally settling on Xiao Huolong's lifeless body.

A barely perceptible hint of relief and a deeper greed flashed in his eyes.

"Why the hell are you all looking so miserable?! The sky hasn't fallen yet!"

He suddenly drew a large-caliber Colt Python revolver from his waist, pointed it at the warehouse dome, and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

"boom--!!!"

The deafening gunshots rang out like a death knell, instantly tearing apart the somber atmosphere and forcibly drawing all attention to the scene!

If a person is not ruthless, he cannot stand firm!
Colt's voice carried a desperate madness as he pointed his gun at the remnants of the Poison Smoke team, issuing an ultimatum.

"Listen, that madman Akromar's gone! Team Poison Smoke is fucking wiped out! I'll show you a way out! Put down your weapons! Hand over your Poké Balls! Surrender now and join my [New Quickdraw Team]! I, Colt, guarantee you'll live! Otherwise..."

He suddenly pointed his gun at the direction where Mo Zhen and his group were, his eyes filled with all his fear and killing intent.

"Otherwise, you'll go to hell with these stray dogs and keep that can of yellow peaches company!"

The remnants of the poison smoke squad shuddered violently, their eyes revealing intense struggle and wavering.

Akromah's disappearance was like having its backbone removed, causing these desperados, who had long lost their will to fight, to instinctively begin to weigh their options.

Several of the weaker-willed had already subconsciously loosened their grip on their weapons, their eyes darting around as they looked at Colt.

Colt's gaze finally settled on Mo Zhen.

"As for you guys..."

Colt's voice suddenly rose, filled with a resolute determination to eliminate any threat.

"Uzi, the white-haired brat, the pistol boy, the crazy old woman, and that Interpol agent... Sorry! Although I seem to have owed you a favor earlier, it's time to settle things once and for all! Let the tiger return to the mountain? I'm not that stupid!"

His eyes held a lingering fear as he looked at Mo Zhen and his group.

The power emanating from these people is too sinister. If I let them leave alive, I will surely be punished in the future, and I can forget about ever making it in the underworld again.

Colt suddenly raised his gun, and Desert Eagle, Barrett and others also raised their weapons at the same time. The remaining traitor elites and those interested members of the Poison Smoke Team also hesitated and pointed their guns or elves at Mo Zhen's side!
"Strike while the iron is hot! Now is the time to eliminate any future threats! Today, you must all die here! Not one of you will survive!"

The shadow of death loomed once more, colder and more despairing than before.

Homiga hugged the broken electric guitar tightly, the handsome guy's face turned pale and his crotch began to get wet, Thomson clenched his fists but felt powerless, Gongping's eyes burned with anger, but he felt numbness in his lower limbs and the coldness of the toy gun in his hand.

At this critical moment, when tensions were at their peak—

“Woo-woo-woo!!!”

A sharp, piercing siren, growing louder as it approached, pierced through the thick iron walls of the warehouse like heavenly music, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere of impending doom within!
Then came the roar of engines, the screeching noise of tires rubbing against the ground, and countless heavy and rapid footsteps!
The blinding beams of searchlight, like swords of judgment, instantly tore through the dim light and the pervasive smoke and dust inside the warehouse!

Rows of fully armed police officers, armed with live ammunition, surged in like a black tide, quickly taking up advantageous positions.

The cold muzzle of the gun and countless elven eyes flashing with ferocity instantly locked onto everyone in the warehouse!

A chilling atmosphere! Absolutely chilling!

The aura of well-trained elites instantly overwhelmed the rabble of the traitorous quick-fire squad and the remnants of the poison smoke squad!

The leader, with his police cap pulled down slightly, wore a crisp uniform befitting a senior officer of the Metropolitan Police Department, looking dashing and heroic.

Beside her, a long-haired dog, far larger than its kind, stood like a guardian deity. Its gray-white fur moved without wind, its sharp eyes swept across the entire area, and a low, intimidating growl came from its throat. Just by standing there, it exuded a terrifying pressure close to that of a level 50 elf!
It's Officer Jenny from the Liyong City Police Department!
"Police! Everyone, freeze! Drop your weapons!"

Officer Jenny's voice was cold and authoritative, carrying an undeniable force throughout the warehouse through the loudspeaker.

At that moment, an immense ecstasy swept over Homiga and Gongping like an explosion!
"Police...police! It's the police!"

Homiga cried out, tears welling up again, this time from the overwhelming joy of escaping death.

"We're saved! Mr. Mo Zhen! We're saved!"

Gong Ping was so excited he almost jumped up. Although his legs were still numb, his eyes shone with an unprecedented light, as if he had seen the dawn breaking through the clouds.

"Miss Officer Jenny is here! This time it's for real! She really caught them all! Liyong City is saved!"

[Great! It's Officer Jenny! We're saved!]

Even Xiaomengzi showed a smile of relief after surviving a disaster. Although it was a clueless and useless elf, it knew from its previous life when it wandered the world that Officer Jenny was the epitome of upholding justice.

With the arrival of Officer Jenny, democracy and the rule of law will come!

Even the usually calm and handsome man showed disbelief and elation at surviving a disaster.

He suddenly looked at Mo Zhen beside him, his eyes filled with admiration and respect.

"Handsome guy...you...you're amazing! I knew you were intelligent and brave, and that you could make perfect plans! But you even managed to mobilize the local police force in United States? This...this is simply incredible!"

You should know that the local police force in Unicron is so powerful that even a dodo bird wouldn't give them a second thought, but this guy has unimaginable power.

He almost thought this was another brilliant drama directed by Mo Zhen, casting a ray of redemption into the depths of despair.

Just then, Officer Jenny's icy voice rang out again, freezing the newly risen flame of hope like a cold front.

"Upon receiving a tip from the public, it was discovered that Warehouse No. 7 at Pier No. 7 is suspected of large-scale illegal transportation, storage, and trading of the prohibited item 'Mengzi Cigarettes.' The evidence is conclusive! The nature of the crime is extremely egregious! The harm caused is extremely serious! In accordance with the United Federation's 'Special Dangerous Goods Control Law' and 'Emergency Response Regulations for Major Heinous Crimes,' to ensure public safety, prevent the suspects from escaping, and prevent the spread of dangerous goods... I hereby order!"

Miss Officer Jenny suddenly raised her hand and pointed to everyone still standing in the warehouse, including Mo Zhen's side, traitors like Colt, and remnants of the Poison Smoke Squad...

"Everyone present, regardless of identity or stance, is considered a major suspect and potential threat! Authorization to use lethal force! All officers, listen to this order—empty your magazines! Eliminate them on the spot! Leave no one alive!!!"

"what?!"

"Eliminate them on the spot?!"

"Indiscriminately distinguishing between friend and foe?!"

"Miss Officer Jenny?!"

Terrified screams and incredulous questions instantly erupted inside the warehouse!

The initial ecstasy was instantly replaced by a profound sense of despair and absurdity!

Those remaining members of the Poison Smoke Squad who were still hesitating about whether to surrender to Colt had all the last bit of color drain from their faces!

Colt, Desert Eagle, Barrett, and the others felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave; they finally understood!

This is no ordinary operation!

This is silencing! This is a purge! Like the saying goes, "Once the rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked; once the birds are gone, the bow is put away!" They have all become pawns to be discarded!
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!"

The handsome man instantly turned pale, and an uncontrollable warm and wet sensation came from his crotch!

He suddenly pulled out his dark blue Interpol ID card and held it high with all his might.

"Stop! I am a senior Interpol agent, codename 'Handsome Guy'! My identification number is ICPO-114514! This is my superior, a senior investigator codenamed 'Pretty Guy.' I demand an immediate halt to the attack! Protect our key witnesses and accomplices! They helped us solve this major case! You cannot..."

Upon seeing the document that reflected a special anti-counterfeiting luster under the searchlight, Miss Officer Jenny's cold expression finally showed a slight change.

She frowned sharply, as if trying to confirm the truth.

The police officers in the entire warehouse paused for a moment, and there seemed to be a slight hesitation in the gun barrels and the locks on the elves.

A faint flame of hope instantly ignited in the handsome man's heart—his identity as an Interpol agent might be his last line of defense!
However, the next second, Officer Jenny's expression suddenly turned extremely ferocious!
Interpol?! Excellent! What a pleasant surprise!

She suddenly waved her hand, pointing at the handsome guy and Mo Zhen, her voice ringing out like a death knell.

"All personnel, listen up—priority target changed! Immediately! Concentrate all firepower! Turn those two Interpol agents into sieves! They absolutely cannot escape! Execute orders!!!"

The last hope was utterly shattered, and even turned into a death warrant!

This is not law enforcement at all!
This was a premeditated massacre!

"It's over! It's over!"

The handsome man's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his face ashen, and the wetness in his crotch rapidly increased.

Just as the torrent of death was about to engulf everything, Mo Zhen, who had been silent as a statue, finally moved!

He slowly stepped forward, blocking the path between the limp handsome man and the horrified Homiga and the others.

Under the spotlight and gun barrels, the man in the red suit not only showed no signs of dishevelment, but instead exuded an aura of unparalleled aura of oppression!
He slightly raised his chin, and an unprecedented rage burned in his golden eyes, as if a lion was hiding in them, as he swept his gaze over Officer Jenny and all the police officers!
"Ha... Nonsense."

Mo Zhen's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out all the noise, carrying an absolute majesty that looked down on ants.

"Bring it on, you fodder. I'm in a terrible mood right now, and I'll use your blood and screams to quell my rage... I'll give you all a death that's utterly meaningless!"

An invisible, terrifying pressure, like a tangible tsunami, erupted from the center of Mo Zhen!
The gun barrels pointed at him trembled and sank uncontrollably under the horrified gazes of the soldiers!
Even the level 50 long-haired giant dog next to Officer Jenny instinctively took a half step back and let out an uneasy growl!
Miss Officer Jenny was the first to be affected, her heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand!
The terrifying pressure made her gasp for breath, and she almost collapsed to her knees!
However, just as Mo Zhen's pressure reached its peak, two golden flames suddenly ignited deep within Miss Officer Jenny's icy blue eyes!
The flames carried an absolute will, instantly dispelling the fear in her heart and allowing her to withstand Mo Zhen's oppressive aura!
"Playing tricks! Still being stubborn even when you're about to die!"

Officer Jenny suddenly raised the standard-issue pistol in her hand, her movements as fast as lightning, and without hesitation pulled the trigger at Mo Zhen's chest!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The crisp, deadly gunshots rang out in unison, like the death knell of the Grim Reaper!
Sixteen holy and deadly bullets, carrying a scorching aura of death, instantly enveloped Mo Zhen's upper body!
Empty the magazine in one smooth motion!
Mo Zhen didn't even blink. He simply raised his right hand gracefully and casually, and snapped his fingers lightly at the onslaught of death-inducing bullets!
"Snapped!"

The crisp snap of fingers sounded particularly eerie amidst the lingering echo of the gunshot.

"Mortals, how dare you act so recklessly! Your bullets will never reach the gods..."

But just then, he heard Xiaomengzi's desperate and weak cries coming from beneath his feet.

【Oohh ...

"What?! You useless piece of trash! This time, I'm really going to be ruined by you..."

Mo Zhen's angry shouts came to an abrupt halt.

Because those sixteen deadly bullets, carrying the absolute kinetic energy granted by the laws of physics, all sank into Mo Zhen's bright red suit!

"Uh……!"

Mo Zhen's body suddenly stiffened!
He looked down in disbelief at his chest, which was instantly stained dark red with blood, and warm liquid was gushing out from the sixteen gruesome bullet holes.

The all-encompassing light in the golden eyes froze instantly, then was replaced by an unprecedented sense of astonishment and bewilderment!

Pfft!
The last bit of strength that supported his towering figure as the "god of art" seemed to vanish along with the gushing blood.

After a dull thud, the man in the iconic red suit, like a red bird with broken wings, collapsed helplessly onto the cold, dirty cement floor.

The crimson dye spread rapidly across the ground from him, like a poignant and desperate spider lily, creating a cruel yet eerie and serene painting.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

"Mr. Mo... Mr. Mo Zhen—!!!"

Homiga let out an extremely shrill scream that was not human, as if her soul had been torn apart in an instant!
"Handsome guy! No—!!!"

The handsome man's wails were choked with sobs, and the wetness in his crotch instantly turned into a torrent of despair!
【Ooh o ...

Xiao Mengzi's pink body erupted with a violent convulsion, as if in a final burst of energy, and let out a pig-like scream that was a thousand times more miserable than when Xiao Huolong died!

Even Colt, who had been plotting his comeback, was completely dumbfounded at this moment.

He watched as the man in the red suit, who was as powerful as a god or demon and had repeatedly overturned his understanding of things, was... taken down by sixteen ordinary bullets?!
"Dead...dead? That monster...just...dead?!"

Colt's voice was filled with absurdity and disbelief; the scene before him was too overwhelming and completely beyond his comprehension.

However, the rapidly expanding pool of blood and the lifeless body cruelly proclaimed the truth.

As Miss Officer Jenny looked at Mo Zhen lying in a pool of blood, the ferocity on her face seemed to soften slightly, replaced by a coldness and contempt that came from having completed her mission.

She snorted coldly, lowered the gun, and seemed ready to declare victory.

"Hmph, all pretense and bluster! What god of art? He's nothing but..."

【shut up】

The next moment, her voice stopped abruptly.

A terrifying pressure, seemingly from the ancient primordial era, suddenly descended upon the entire Warehouse No. 7 without warning!

The air froze instantly! Sound was completely silenced! Even the light seemed to distort and dim!

Miss Officer Jenny felt as if her throat was being gripped tightly by a giant claw covered in cold scales!

Forget about making a sound, even breathing has become a luxury!
The triumphant contempt on her face was instantly replaced by extreme terror!

She struggled to turn her neck, her gaze filled with terror as she looked towards the source of the oppressive force—

At the edge of the pool of blood where Mo Zhen had fallen, amidst the desperate cries of Homiga and the handsome man, a figure slowly stood up!

It's about equality!
He clutched the toy gun tightly in his hand, his face, stained with blood and dust, was expressionless, only a deathly coldness.

However, those eyes...

No longer the inferiority complex of the past, no longer the forced perseverance, and certainly no longer the ultimate repression when facing Miss Mo Zhen!

Deep within those unfathomable pupils, it seemed as if an ancient ferocious beast, slumbering and now fully awakened, was burning with a fury powerful enough to incinerate the world!
There is also an absolute majesty that transcends all things, as if looking down upon ants!
That's not a lion's eye!

That is... the true ruler of the world, the one who controls thunder and lightning—the Dragon King's Eye!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The plot developments that follow will transcend the realm of what ordinary people can comprehend, and all the foreshadowing laid before will be completely unleashed!

(End of this chapter)