Who left their last words here?

Chapter 36 Dressed in Full Regalia, Your Funeral

"Report! The electronic trap has malfunctioned."

"Report! Bunker at point A has been captured! Bunker at point B has been captured! We have lost contact with the entrance bunker."

"Report...they're here!"

The Blood Worship Cult is coming on strong.

The Special Administration built for itself a long passage leading from the surface to the underground, a supposedly impenetrable barrier...

In the blink of an eye, it was conquered by the Blood Worship Cult.

—But it was not a direct confrontation.

No one knows what mysterious methods the Blood Worship Cult used, but they were already close to the end of the passage as soon as they appeared.

They only triggered the alarm when they were almost at the base's main entrance.

A vast, seemingly endless mass of masked men in black robes appeared as if descended from the heavens, charging forward with assault rifles and machine guns.

Before meeting, they would throw two grenades as a greeting.

The agents guarding the gate immediately opened fire to engage the enemy and sounded the alarm that swept across the entire base.

Gunfire rained down as the burly garrison troops and the invading men in black robes exchanged fire through cover, with rows of men falling every minute.

A small squad dressed in black combat uniforms flashed out at high speed.

They were cold-faced and armed to the teeth, their movements were swift and decisive, and even their firearms were different from others, engraved with mysterious patterns.

Although they were few in number, most of the black-robed invaders were taken down on the spot as soon as they showed up.

Their clothing was quite special, completely ignoring the bullets fired at them from the black-robed opponents, transforming them into highly efficient killing machines, clearing out vacuums in a short time.

—This is the [Sword Bearer] tactical squad.

The Special Administration is an official department that specifically trains a special force to deter criminals.

Gunfire was deafening, and explosions were incessant.

It's hard to imagine that in this era, beneath the peaceful city of Tinghai,
There will be such an extremely fierce battlefield.

However, their fate tonight will not be decided by them.

This isn't even the main battlefield tonight.

Three intruders, each clad in a scarlet robe and possessing distinct personalities...

They had somehow infiltrated deep into the base and were now in a standoff with a group of officers led by a major.

"As expected, you already knew about our planned invasion and laid an ambush in advance."

A thin, elderly man in a red robe was hunched over. His hoarse voice, like the hiss of a venomous snake, sent chills down one's spine.

"But how do you know we won't turn the tables on you?"

The major remained silent for a moment.

There were five officers behind him, making a total of six people including himself.

There are three people opposite me.

With six against three, it seems like the advantage lies with him.

however……

"Three red-robed elders."

The major adjusted his sunglasses, his neatly combed slicked-back hair gleaming faintly in the overhead light.

"You guys are really willing to go all out, using this kind of lineup to deal with my bottom-ranked division?"

"...Because we were never here to deal with you."

Beside the elderly man in red, a middle-aged woman took over the conversation.

Her waist, so thick it seemed about to burst at the seams of her red robe, was now coldly scrutinizing several officers in the distance, her narrowed eyes seeming to be selecting pork at a market.
"Back then, when Branch Nine was destroyed, a few of us were involved."

"This time, while we wipe out Branch 36, we also plan to take out the headquarters reinforcements that are coming in one fell swoop!"

"There's one thing you're wrong about..."

Her voice paused here.

"Not the three elders."

"Outside the base, there's an elder with a group of people lying in wait, waiting for people to come."

"I just want to see if I can catch a big fish tonight!"

Upon hearing this, the officers' expressions changed drastically, and they exchanged bewildered glances.

Surround the spot for reinforcements.

Facing a base guarded by only five Level 3 Extraordinary officers,

The Blood Worship Cult, however, mobilized a full four red-robed elders, each equivalent to a Level 5 Extraordinary Being...

These people are fishing!

"But……"

At this moment, the fat man in the middle, with a face full of scars and looking like a butcher, spoke up in a muffled voice.

As soon as he spoke, the two red-robed elders beside him immediately fell silent.

"Kid, you're too greedy!"

He glared fiercely at the major.

"A playboy's temper can cause a lot of harm."

"Did you think that just because you received intelligence in advance, you could ambush them and take all the credit?"

"They didn't even report it or ask for reinforcements?"

"—Stupid! So stupid!"

He clenched his fists, his obese face flushed red, and spittle flew from his mouth:

"Remember this, kid, it's your stupidity that made us come all this way for nothing!"

"It was because of your stupidity that everyone in your base died!"

"...Hmm, are you done talking?"

The fat butcher was stunned for a moment. "What?"

"If you've finished speaking, then it's my turn to speak."

Finally, the major spoke calmly.

Even now, he remains polite and debonair.

"you're right."

"I did want to take all the credit for myself."

"Although I really didn't expect that there would be four red-robed elders among the people who came."

"But this only proves..."

A glint appeared in his eyes behind the sunglasses.

The major's voice gradually rose in pitch, tinged with pleasure.

"The credit I can get—"

"Bigger!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman frowned: "What do you mean?"

But the major just shook his head.

"Everyone has their own value."

"My mission in this world is to enable everyone to give full play to their abilities and realize their value to the greatest extent."

"...But unfortunately, the dead have no value in answering questions."

The major's voice was unusually calm.

—So calm that it allows no room for questioning, as if objectively describing some objectively existing world truth:

"The greatest value of you all in this life is to become one of my merits, and an important stepping stone on my path to realizing my ideals..."

"It is your honor."

"—Do you understand?"

Finally, the major even asked a question, as if he were teaching a child.

Especially...

High and above!

It's as if even killing you is an act of charity.

The three men in red robes were naturally furious. The middle-aged woman, with her barrel-like waist swaying, was about to make a move.

But in the next instant—

"who!"

The fat man in the red robe, who looked like a butcher, was the first to react, turning his fierce gaze to look at the distance.

Someone is watching this place.

A strange, unsettling feeling crept up his spine.

He was nowhere to be seen. "Tap..."

But faint footsteps could be heard.

Then, a human head rolled onto the ground.

Yes……

"Old Li?!"

The middle-aged woman glared.

All three of them felt a sudden jolt in their hearts.

No one expected that the red-robed elder guarding the outside would appear here in this way.

"Perhaps you are familiar with the Special Administration."

“But this time your opponent is not the Special Administration, but me.”

The major slowly took two steps back, and was surrounded and protected by several officers.

Then, he shook his head slightly and commented casually:
"You, your power over me, your power over the chaebols..."

"I know nothing about it."

……

The battle on the front lines is raging fiercely, and the situation is extremely tense and anxious.

But behind them, Lieutenant Han, carrying two large dolls and accompanied by several burly men in suits, arrived at the quiet mausoleum.

One is the cute and playful Hello Kitty cat, and the other is Mickey Mouse with a wide grin.

Carefully put the two heavy dolls down.

Lieutenant Han bowed to the rows of tombstones, his face reverent as he clasped his hands together in prayer.

He bowed deeply three times.

"The heroes who sacrificed their lives for the base..."

"May we be blessed with victory once again this time!"

The prayer is over.

Lieutenant Han stood up, turned to look at the bald man and his subordinates, and resumed his cold expression.

A soft, feminine voice drifted over:

"let's start."

...Having learned from his previous experience, the bald man was much more skilled this time.

The new deal was completed quickly.

"This time, I managed to snag a few bargains beforehand."

Before leaving, Lieutenant Han gave instructions again.
"After tonight, things will really get busy."

"The day after tomorrow, at the same time, bring more people with you, understand?"

"You're lucky you made it in time."

"Once this is over, you should be able to get promoted like your senior."

After seeing off the bald man and his men, Lieutenant Han took out his notebook from his pocket to make accounts.

After finishing the accounting, he was about to leave this place to go to the front lines to look for the major.

"Da da……"

Suddenly, a strange knocking sound reached my ears.

"what sound?"

Han, the adjutant, looked up in confusion and then turned to look at his subordinate beside him.

The tall, burly subordinates looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Da da……"

Another clear knocking sound followed.

This time, everyone heard it clearly.

Yes……

Where is Section Chief Liu's grave?
"Crack, crack—bang!"

Then, under the astonished gazes of everyone,

In front of Section Chief Liu's silvery-white tombstone, the cement slab covering Section Chief Liu's "urn" trembled continuously.

Finally, the cement slab simply moved aside on its own!
A hand reached out from inside!

Next, there was a familiar image, with its head peeking out from inside as it does a sit-up.

A man in a black suit, holding a thermos in one hand and a briefcase in the other...

The man stood up from the grave!
"Section Chief Liu?!"

Everyone was startled.

One burly man was even chattering with teeth chatter and his legs were trembling.

Section Chief Liu has come back to life!

Has he come...has he come to seek revenge on us?!
"No! You're not Lao Liu!"

Han's shrill scream brought everyone back to their senses.

Upon closer inspection, they discovered that the person was indeed not Section Chief Liu.

In comparison, he was much thinner and much younger.

Her delicate face looked familiar; her overly clear eyes were unlike any other.

Even the suitcase was just a simple suitcase, not a "mechanical suitcase".

The clumsy imitation, yet effective, is naturally because someone has a guilty conscience.

"Bai Zhou! What are you doing here!"

Adjutant Han asked in a shrill voice.

"Still wearing..."

After a pause, Lieutenant Han remained silent.

Still wearing Section Chief Liu's clothes?

But actually, everyone dresses like this at the Special Administration.

A suit and a briefcase.

Section Chief Liu would often bring an extra thermos.

It was because Bai Zhou was holding a thermos and looked like this that he suddenly appeared out of Section Chief Liu's grave at this inopportune time...

That's what terrified everyone.

Can……

They looked so pathetic and embarrassed just now.

Now that they've realized what's happening, their eyes are filled with hostility as they look at the culprit.

"Ah, sorry sorry..."

Bai Zhou gave the group an embarrassed smile.
He raised his hand and slapped the dust off his body with a loud "slap slap".

Right now, my clothes can't get dirty.

It's still useful.

Dust billowed into the air.

Bai Zhou kept his head down, and his voice came through the sound of slapping.

"Actually, I specially wore this outfit when I came here..."

"There is a reason for this."

Through the rising smoke and dust.

As Bai Zhou's clothes gradually became cleaner, he slowly raised his head, straightened his back, and held the thermos cup.

A tall, slender figure, standing upright.

Wearing a neat and well-fitting pure black suit, he looked like a formal dress.

This was only the second time in his life that he had dressed like this, as if he were going to attend some important event.

The last time something like this happened was...

Bai Zhou's face gradually lost its expression; he simply stared intently at Deputy Commander Han's face...

He explained his purpose carefully, word by word, in a soft voice:
"I'm dressed to the nines—"

"Your funeral."

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