SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

"Let's find a service area and take the sign down," Lin Mu sighed.

"Need not."

After Gu Cang finished speaking, he pressed a button, and the license plates of the front and rear vehicles were instantly covered by black cloth. He then slammed on the gas pedal: "We should be there by about 1 p.m.!"

"Where are you staying tonight?" Lin Mu asked.

"We'll stay in the Fifth or Sixth Special District for today." Gu Cang thought for a moment and then added, "Let's go to Zhenbei City first."

"The Sixth Special District, perhaps."

"Um???"

"Six sounds better."

Gu Cang's eyes widened in confusion as he glanced at the composed Lin Mu out of the corner of his eye: "You definitely have a problem."

"Are you sick?" Lin Mu raised an eyebrow.

"My sixth sense is never wrong, whether it's about things or people. Something's not right about you tonight."

Gu Cang had complete faith in his intuition.

"Watch the road. You either brake or fly over it," Lin Mu said calmly, staring at the road ahead.

Gu Cang smiled and lit another cigarette: "Hold on tight."

As the words fell, the Maybach was only a hundred meters away from the accident scene in front of it, yet it was still sprinting at full speed under the cover of night.

Just as it was about to collide with the overturned truck, a layer of soil suddenly rose up, forming an uphill slope.

The Maybach leaped into the air, flew straight over the truck, and landed with a thud, sparks flying everywhere.

"Is it stable?" Gu Cang's lips curled up.

"There was a sound of parts falling off just now. Hopefully we can drive back to Jiangcheng safely."

Lin Mu calmly added, "The car might fall apart before we even reach Zhenbei City."

Gu Cang's face darkened: "Shut your mouth."

Lin Mu closed his eyes to rest: "I am stating the facts."

Gu Cang's face darkened even more...

……

Late night at 11:00.

Inside a five-story building in the core area of ​​the Ninth Special Zone.

More than twenty figures dressed in Zhen'eting uniforms sat on the ground, eating a simple meal.

A tall, thin man approached Ning Mo and reported, "Chief Ning Mo, there is still one group that has not yet returned."

Ning Mo frowned slightly: "Who?"

"Lü Ping and Zhang Huai."

As soon as the tall, thin figure finished speaking, the old man in the corner let out a sinister laugh:

"We're both in the northeast, those two must be having a blast."

"Haha, Zhang Huai and Lü Ping acted at the same time. Those who encounter their calamities must be quite desperate."

His hearty laughter caused everyone to burst into laughter as well.

After all, the two most bloodthirsty Special Class members of the Zhen'e Ting are in the same group, and they can fight against even a regular SS-class Calamity.

Ning Mo stood up and calmly instructed the tall, thin figure, "Contact them. We can't afford any accidents."

"Yes, Chief."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a rumbling sound came from outside, growing louder as it approached.

The tall, thin figure added with a smile, "Chief, it seems we don't need to contact him anymore."

The vehicle drifted and came to a steady stop outside the building.

Two burly figures got out of the car at the same time, the car door already kicked open by them.

The two walked side by side towards the building. Zhang Huai coldly retorted, "You just had to show off. Didn't you think you'd have to drive this car all the way back to Holy City?"

Lu Ping retorted calmly, "Just think of it as a convertible sports car, and besides, didn't you kick the car door off yourself?"

"I did that to maintain balance; you can't have a door on one side and no door on the other, can you?"

As they spoke, the two approached Ning Mo and respectfully greeted him, "Chief Ning Mo."

"Why so late? Did something happen?" Ning Mo asked in a deep voice.

Before Lü Ping could speak, Zhang Huai interrupted, "As expected, both S-rank Calamities have been killed on the spot!"

Lu Ping's face darkened as he looked at Zhang Huai, who quickly added, "They were killed on the spot by the two of us."

"The quantities match."

Ning Mo nodded, then walked to the center of the group: "Continue the search for another day tomorrow, return to the team at 6:00 pm, and head back to the capital city."

Everyone stood up simultaneously: "Yes, Chief Ning Mo!"

……

Yucheng.

Inside a manor in the city center, the pungent smell of blood permeated the night.

The villa at the deepest part of the manor has been reduced to ruins. The fallen building debris has clean, sharp cuts, clearly indicating that it was severed by a sharp weapon.

Dark red blood soaked through the ruins, not yet completely dry.

A man with a sinister look slowly emerged from the ruins.

The sword was covered in blood, and the wounds left by sharp claws and wings were shocking.

A figure dressed in the Zhen'eting uniform rushed up to him, speaking urgently: "Chief Qinghe, you..."

Qinghe waved his hand to interrupt, "I'm fine. Is everything cleaned up?"

"Reporting to the Chief, all calamities within the manor have been eradicated; none have survived!" the man replied respectfully.

"Yes, take that SS-rank corpse from under the ruins back to Zhen'eting."

After saying that, Qinghe slowly walked away, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the bloodstains off the sword. The long sword gleamed coldly in the night.

The man stared in disbelief at the ruins:

The intelligence was completely wrong!

It actually hides an SS-level calamity?

No wonder Chief Qinghe was so badly injured...

Without further delay, he strode towards the ruins, blood still slowly dripping from his arm.

They clearly went through a fierce battle.

Qinghe walked straight into the shadows of the manor and chuckled, "I knew you were here. Why didn't you attack me?"

"With you in the mix, I simply wouldn't survive."

A tall figure appeared behind him: "Knowing I was here, you still dared to come alone?"

Qinghe gave a wicked smile: "If you were to make a move, that was the perfect opportunity, Xiong Hei."

"Five S-rank and one SS-rank, and Zhen'e Ting only sent one chief and one special-rank? You're still so arrogant." Xiong Hei sneered.

A cold glint flashed in Qinghe's eyes as he said in a deep voice, "Would you believe me if I said the intelligence I received only included three S-rank individuals?"

Xiong Hei paused for a moment, then sneered, "How pathetic. The Zhen'e Court, once ruled by one chief and eighteen chiefs, is now a thing of the past..."

"Now there are only three of you left, can you hold out?"

"Heh...aren't you the same? After the final battle, how many SS-ranks are left?" Qinghe leaned against the wall and asked coldly.

"Think about your future, old rival. It's only a matter of time before the central government eliminates the three of you. I don't believe you can't see that," Xiong Hei said calmly.

"So what if they see it clearly? To disturb Zhen'e Court, several elders' lives would have to be paid for, and they wouldn't dare."

Qinghe looked up at the sky: "My life was saved from the mass grave by Ting Shou. Zhen'e Ting is my home, Qinghe's home."

"This world has become so chaotic that we can't even understand it anymore." With that, Xiong Hei's figure leaped and disappeared into the night.

At this moment, a figure strode up to Qinghe and bowed, saying, "Chief Qinghe, the casualties this time... exceed half."

Qinghe walked to his side and patted him on the shoulder: "The compensation will be paid at three times the maximum amount. Form up the team and return to the capital."

"Yes!" the visitor replied respectfully.

Outside the manor, Xiong Hei sat in the back seat of a black minivan.

In the driver's seat, the man with a sinister expression respectfully asked, "Brother Xiong, what's the rush? Where are we going?"

"Zhenbei City, Wunian Building, drive faster," Xiong Hei said in a deep voice.

"Understood! I guarantee I'll be there before dawn!"

The man slammed on the gas pedal, and with the engine roaring, the black minivan sped away, kicking up a cloud of dust.