Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Chapter 107 Security Guard Fingel and Hunter Old Tang

That night.

Runde Building, 2:00 AM.

Inside the security guard's room.

The security room is divided into two rooms, an outer one and an inner one. The outer room is the monitoring room, which looks very neat and orderly, while the inner room is much more chaotic.

The room is furnished with tables, chairs, and various other pieces of furniture, including a single bed so that two people can take turns resting when on night duty.

"Brother Zhang."

Security guard Xiao Li poked his head in. "Time for patrol."

On the single bed in the inner room lay a burly foreign man, as big as a bear, who looked to be in his twenties, with a high nose, deep-set eyes, and a full beard.

Zhang Ge's real name is "Finger von Frings", and he joined the Zhaoda Group's security team three days ago.

The foreign name was a bit long, and the group couldn't quite remember it. Fortunately, Brother Zhang spoke Mandarin more fluently than they could, and managed to give his Chinese name—Zhang Facai—before the security captain registered it as Lao Feng.

Xiao Li still remembers that when Brother Zhang first came to report for duty, he was dressed in rags, had a messy head, and his first words were, "My dear family, please give me some food."

The security captain immediately pulled out his stun gun and sternly told the guy that begging was not allowed here, only to find out that he was there to apply for a job.

After some twists and turns, Finger became a member of the security team under Zhaoda Group, currently working as a temporary worker.

"Here it comes, here it comes."

Fingel closed the notebook and locked it in his closet.

"Brother Zhang, writing a novel again?"

Xiao Li casually asked.

After spending a few days together, everyone found that Brother Zhang was a pretty good person. He was quick-witted, knew how to handle people, and often offered cigarettes to others.

He claimed that he became a security guard because he was in debt. Because of the European Cup this month, Zhang borrowed money from loan sharks and gambled heavily. He chose to become a deadbeat rather than go to the bank.

In addition, Brother Zhang has also mastered the skill of online novel writing.

According to Brother Zhang, he started from the first rejection (being refused a contract by an editor) and has worked his way up to where he is now. His monthly royalties are now comparable to a security guard's salary, meaning he has avoided taking twenty years of detours.

If he were to find a security guard job, it would be equivalent to doubling his income and saving him forty years of wasted time.

Xiao Li thought Brother Zhang was pretty impressive, but he didn't read novels much; he preferred watching anime. At this point, Brother Zhang would slap his thigh in exasperation and say things like, "When will Chinese animation finally rise to prominence?" It was a bit hard to figure out his nationality.

"I'm watching the game."

Fingel said mysteriously, "Today is the 20th—no, it's past midnight, it should be the 21st."

Tomorrow, the 22nd, the Netherlands will play against Russia. The Netherlands is a long-established powerhouse, nicknamed the "uncrowned kings".

In this year's European Championship, the Netherlands fielded a golden lineup, winning against Italy, then France, then Romania, all victories were resounding. If they continue playing, they'll beat my hometown team, Germany.

Tomorrow Russia plays the Netherlands, they're definitely going to lose everything, brother, listen to me, go all in on the Netherlands —

Xiao Li's face twitched. Sure enough, there's no saving a gambling addict. If you keep going like this, you might really have to go into the gambling industry to pay off your debts.

"Runde Building truly lives up to its reputation as the formidable landmark of the CBD!"

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Outside the building, a man got off a tricycle and sighed.

The man's name is Ronald Don, an American of Chinese descent, and his profession is a hunter.

It's like the hunters on Hunter.net.

Unlike most bounty hunters, Old Tang is a very cautious person. His motto is "A master doesn't use violence easily."

He believed that if he could send a shadow to drop a nuclear bomb, he shouldn't use a cruiser to bombard it head-on, a habit he maintained even when playing StarCraft.

Thinking about this, Old Tang's gaming addiction kicked in a bit. He thought of a kid who often played StarCraft with him. Although the kid had never won a single game against him, he was actually pretty good at it.

Old Tang also promised the other party that if he came to the United States, he would treat him to hot dogs and Greyhound rides.

The man shook his head; it's not a good habit to let his mind wander when on a mission.

Although this task is ridiculously simple.

About a week and a half ago, Lao Tang's Hunter Network account received a quest (GG) notification.

An anonymous buyer has posted a reward, asking someone to infiltrate a commercial building in China, find and destroy a piece of art, and incidentally kill the money tree in front of the company on the 21st floor of Building A with hot water.

While pondering whether business warfare had become this cunning these days, Lao Tang reviewed the mission requirements and realized that the mission was practically tailor-made for him.

The reward is generous, covering round-trip travel expenses. More importantly, the route for this mission is not complicated—Old Tang is terrible with directions; he gets lost even when driving just two blocks away to buy a hamburger.

The fact that such a good job fell to Old Tang was thanks to the employer's requirements for the hunters carrying out the mission:

First, you have to have an East Asian face; second, you have to be able to speak Chinese; and finally, you can't be Chinese.

The first two points are easy to understand, but the third point is probably to prevent the mixed-race families native to the East from intervening.

Although Old Tang didn't understand what was so special about finding a jar to protect against.

Yes, the artwork that the employer destroyed was a bronze pot as tall as a person.

Old Tang only received the mission photos after successfully accepting the mission.

He didn't know what the jar was. Anyway, on his second day in China, Old Tang went to the location designated by his employer and picked up a package. Inside was a glass test tube containing a peculiar gray solution.

The employer meant that after finding the copper pot, the solution should be poured into it through the crack in the pot, and the task would be completed. The whole process should be recorded.

It was a very simple task. Although he was the only one carrying it out, Old Tang didn't think anyone in an ordinary commercial building could stop him.

He was, after all, an experienced hunter.

If Olympic tickets weren't so hard to get, Lao Tang would have even planned to spend two months in China just to catch a Kobe Bryant game.

After hiding the rented tricycle behind the green belt, Lao Tang, carrying a large bag, climbed over the wall into the parking lot behind Runde Building.

In front of Runde Building.

"Brother Zhang, Old Wang took you along the patrol route last time, you should know it."

Xiao Li turned on his flashlight and shone it on the building: "I'll take care of Building A, and you take care of Building B. Usually, nothing will happen. If there are bad guys, just run away quickly. Don't try to be a hero by yourself."

"Understand."

Fingel gave an OK sign.

The motion-sensor lights in the corridor turned on, casting a stark white light on the floor. Xiao Li, carrying a flashlight, stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

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Night patrols at Runde Building are a standard procedure for the security department of Zhaoda Group. When the contract was signed, Millennium Labor Export Company, the predecessor of Zhaoda Group, took over the security business of the entire building.

From the underground parking garage to the rooftop, every floor had to be patrolled, except for the 21st floor of Building A.

That's where Zhaoda Group's headquarters is located. It has its own access control system, so the patrolling security guards don't need to go up there.

The first lesson Xiao Li learned after joining the security team was that patrols should be conducted from top to bottom.

The Runde Building has so many floors; if you were to climb up each floor, you'd probably be exhausted.

The elevator slowly ascended, the fluorescent tubes overhead humming and flashing light from time to time.

Runde Building is a well-established office building in the CBD. Although it has been built for many years and the facilities are well maintained, it still makes one feel uneasy when taking the elevator alone at night.

Xiao Li recalled what he had heard last week: a white-collar worker in Building A who was working overtime until late at night heard someone crying in a toilet stall on the twelfth floor, but when he pushed the door open, there was nothing there.

The story spread like wildfire, and the team leader went to investigate. He discovered that the water pipes on the twelfth floor were old and made a whistling sound when the water pressure was unstable. You couldn't hear it during the day, but it sounded like a woman crying when it was quiet at night.

Another time, a colleague was patrolling the fourteenth floor when, just as the motion-sensor lights went out, he saw a child in a red shirt bouncing a ball at the end of the corridor. He was so startled that he almost dropped his flashlight, but thankfully it was a false alarm.

This kind of thing happens every now and then in the security guard group. At first, Xiao Li was scared, but later he got used to it.

Commercial buildings are usually deserted at night. Each floor looks the same, and the corridors are long and deep. When you walk in a place like this, your imagination will inevitably run wild.

Moreover, Runde Building doesn't even have a thirteenth floor; the thirteenth floor is labeled 12A—Xiao Li felt this was completely unnecessary. It wouldn't have been a problem otherwise, but this made it even more creepy.

When the patrol reached the twentieth floor, the elevator doors opened. Unlike the other floors, the corridor on the twentieth floor was pitch black, and the motion-sensor lights were not on.

Xiao Li took a deep breath, grabbed a flashlight, and stepped out of the elevator.

This floor hasn't been rented out yet, and the electricity bill for the building's common areas is shared by all tenants. To save money, the power supply to the entire floor has been cut off.

However, patrols are essential, as empty floors can easily breed homeless people and also harbor thieves.

Xiao Li had only taken two steps when he noticed something was wrong. The flashlight beam was dimming, first turning yellowish at the edges, and then becoming blurry in the center.

His expression changed, and he quickly patted the flashlight. Fortunately, the flashlight didn't go out, but the light was much weaker than before.

Xiao Li breathed a sigh of relief.

He hasn't been here in a long time.

Xiao Li had previously been in charge of night patrols in Block B, but due to Finger's influence, his post was transferred to Block A.

The advantage is that he can walk one less floor, but the disadvantage is that he has to be responsible for the 20th floor without electricity.

Holding up a flashlight, the edge of the beam swept across the end of the corridor, where there was no wall, but an open-plan office area.

In the spacious office area, rows of Chinese-style screens stand, some folded and leaning against the wall, and some unfolded and standing in the center, painted with landscapes, flowers and birds, maids playing music, and pine trees and cranes symbolizing longevity.

In the dim light of the flashlight, the patterns seemed to float in the darkness, their outlines blurred and their colors dull.

Xiao Li was stunned for a moment, wondering why there were so many screens in this place—then he remembered that these screens seemed to have been placed by Zhaoda Group.

Previously, the company had carried out a swift and decisive debt settlement campaign, in which some debtors paid back their money, while others settled their debts with goods.

The team leader mentioned that one of the trading companies that made mahogany furniture had given a batch of furniture to Zhaoda Group.

Considering that this floor was temporarily unused, Zhaoda Group simply piled up all the goods here.

He shone the flashlight slightly, and everything seemed normal. Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

It was an eight-panel screen that was unfolded, facing the window of the building. The screen was made of semi-transparent silk, and the diffused light coming in from outside the window shone on it, vaguely revealing an outline.

There was a shadow behind the screen.

To be precise, it was a human figure.

The shadow crouched on the ground in an extremely awkward posture, its upper body leaning forward, its two arms raised in front of it, seemingly manipulating something thin and long in its hands. The outline of the shadow was distorted and magnified on the silk surface, looking like a huge head with several thin tentacles attached to it, silently wriggling in the darkness.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Xiao Li's mind like an electric shock: the female ghost in the toilet, the child in red in the corridor, the vanished thirteenth floor—

Xiao Li screamed and turned to run, but the ghost was faster than him, smashing through the screen and tackling Xiao Li in a few breaths.

"Dizzy...dizzy?"

Old Tang was a bit confused; the security guards here were too timid.

He was just checking his equipment by the light outside. To avoid the building's surveillance cameras, Lao Tang climbed in from outside. The twentieth floor had just been shut down, so it could serve as his "base."

I brought quite a lot of equipment this time, including basic climbing tools, several glass test tubes, a stun gun, and several smoke grenades.

The employer mentioned in the task that the bronze pot might have security measures. Although Lao Tang thought that running around a commercial building to find something was the lowest-risk task, it was always good to bring extra items.

Old Tang originally intended to use a stun gun to knock the other person out, but unexpectedly the young man was so frightened that he fainted—that was fine, it saved him a lot of trouble.

Old Tang casually picked up Xiao Li, put him in the corner, and then carried his own pile of things over.

The objective is on the 21st floor; if you act quickly, you can finish it in 20 minutes.

Old Tang lowered his head, tidying up his equipment bag, when suddenly he paused.

Almost instinctively, he rolled away, and the next second, a whooshing sound rang out as a screen came crashing down on him.

As Old Tang rolled around, he looked up and saw a burly figure emerge from the darkness, holding a baton in his hand, his eyes like flowing gold, ferocious as a demon.

"Hey, Bro."

Old Tang's palm was facing the person. "Please do me a favor."

"I'm afraid that won't work."

Fingel squinted.

The other party is probably a hunter, and their specific mission in infiltrating this place is unknown.

He activated his golden eyes, intending to suppress this guy's bloodline, thinking that a hunter's bloodline level couldn't be that high.

This is a technique frequently used in battles between hybrids.

In the words of Angers, the principal of Kassel College, setting aside the college's ranking, in terms of the concentration of dragon blood in their bodies alone, no one among the current students should have a higher concentration than Fingel.

To Fingel's surprise, the seemingly ordinary young man with drooping eyebrows was completely unaffected.

Old Tang paused for a moment, then explained, "Although I don't know why, the 'bright eyes' trick doesn't seem to work on me."

Fingel remained silent, picked up his metal baton, and charged forward. The two iron bars clashed, producing a dull thud.

Old Tang also had a stick in his hand. As an experienced hunter, fighting bare-handed was not his style. In the instant he rolled, he pulled the weapon out of his bag.

However, the opponent was quite strong. The moment they collided, the force surged up through the web of his hand, and Old Tang felt half of his wrist go numb.

"Bro, that stick of yours is a bit heavy."

Old Tang switched the iron rod to his left hand and shook his numb right hand.

"Being a security guard is a good fit for my major."

Fingel brought his stick down again, his moves simple and unadorned.

The fight between the two wasn't particularly intense; it was more like playing badminton behind a screen.

Old Tang didn't intend to fight head-on. He blocked and retreated, weaving in and out between the screens, while Fingel steadily advanced, wielding his iron rod.

The two fought their way from the center of the office area to the window, knocking over screens in their path, tearing the silk depictions of pine trees, cranes, and ladies, and making a constant sound of breaking wooden frames.

Fingel took a step forward, Old Tang stepped back, and Old Tang swung his iron rod, which Fingel parried.

At first, both sides were testing each other, but as time went on, they exerted more and more force, and their moves began to become more cunning and vicious.

Old Tang was the first to succumb to the pressure. He swatted Fingel away with his stick, leaned back, and jumped out of the fighting circle: "Brother, we're all just trying to make a living. Three thousand yuan a month, why are you risking your life!"

"That won't do."

Fingel, righteous and stern, leaned in close: "If this mission fails, I'll be demoted to G rank!"

Old Tang had no idea what G-level meant, but that didn't stop him from responding. Faced with the aggressive Finger, he avoided a fight and plunged into the pile of screens.

Fingel kicked aside the fallen screen and chased after him in a few steps.

Despite the darkness around him and the cluttered room, he managed to land each step precisely on the right spot, moving as nimbly as a monkey.

Under his pressure, Old Tang slipped behind a paper screen.

Fingel snatched the baton from above, but it was blocked by a short stick.

Old Tang looked at him with a smile.

The next moment, the blue light from the exploding electric arc tore through the darkness.

Old Tang wasn't just wandering around aimlessly; he came prepared. Using his familiarity with the terrain, he led Fingel around the office area, trading space for time, until he found his equipment bag and took out his Taser.

This is a gun that can fire probes; once the probes are fired and pierce clothing, they can generate an electrical discharge.

Old Tang's target was Fingel's neck.

"Um?"

Fingel glanced at the stun gun in his hand, then at the connecting wires, and raised an eyebrow at him.

Old Tang's smile froze.

The man's skin took on a bronze hue. The probe failed to pierce his body, merely catching on his collar, and the electric current did not cause him any harm.

Word of Power: Bronze Throne

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