Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

Three bullets to the left front, targeting the chest.

Four on the right front, the target is the limbs.

Six on the side and back, targeting the spine.

There are five in the park on the right; the target is a head.

The projectiles came from different directions, converging and intertwining around Xia Jie, forming a near-perfect encirclement that blocked all of Xia Jie's evasive routes.

As a magician with only mortal flesh and blood, Xia Jie had absolutely no chance of survival in this overwhelming crossfire...

?

Xia Jie clearly perceived the trajectory and landing point of all the bullets.

The bullets spun and flew in the night wind, and the speed, angle, and point of impact of each one were all clearly visible to him.

However, Xia Jie did not dodge. He seemed oblivious, letting the bullets whiz through the night and bring him death.

"You succeeded?"

In the monitoring room, Faldius's gaze was fixed on the screen, his fingers unconsciously clenching the armrest, anticipating the image of Xia Jie lying in a pool of blood.

Then his eyes lit up for a moment.

Yay, Xia Jie is down!

His body leaned forward, his center of gravity shifted, his shoulders slumped, and he looked as if he had lost his balance.

But what about the blood?

Faldius frowned.

Why is there no blood?

Wait, something's not right!

His eyes suddenly widened.

In the scene, Xia Jie's forward-leaning body did not fall in the expected direction, but only staggered a small step at an extremely subtle angle.

It's like kicking an uneven paving stone while walking; your body instinctively adjusts its center of gravity.

And in this simple accident, his body just happened to dodge the trajectories of all the bullets.

The bullets grazed his clothes, shoulders, and hair, leaving invisible, transparent trails in the air before crashing into the ground.

Dull impacts echoed across the street, leaving more than a dozen thumb-sized craters in the concrete. Debris flew everywhere, and the bullets gleamed with a cold, coppery light under the streetlights.

Xia Jie didn't turn around, or even pause.

He resumed his normal pace, as if nothing had happened.

"What are you kidding!?"

Faldius sprang up from his chair, bracing himself on the table with his hands, his eyes practically glued to the screen.

What incredible luck!

So close!

It was just a hair's breadth away from being hit, but it was always that one hair's breadth away.

If it had been even a fraction of a second earlier or later, even by half a centimeter, he would already be a corpse.

Faldius stared at the figure walking away in the picture, and an absurd thought popped into his head: Could this person be the lover of Lady Luck?

"Doubao, get started."

Xia Jie's voice rang out amidst the chaos of the crowd, her tone as calm as ever.

"Yes, Master."

Chapter 165 Bean Bun VS Mad Nose-King

After a day of self-iteration, the previously clumsy and drooling Doubao not only became able to communicate normally, but also understood the importance and urgency of instructions, and could execute tasks according to the pre-set plan.

Doubao's consciousness entered the mobile phone in his hand and began to hack into the electronic surveillance system of Xueyuan City.

Although the surveillance system in Snowfield City is encrypted, Doubao is essentially a digital life form that is evolving rapidly.

She bypassed the firewall as naturally as water droplets penetrating gauze, with almost no effort.

In the monitoring room, on the monitoring wall in front of Faldius, many screens suddenly went dark and then lit up at the same time.

A blinding white light flashed briefly on the monitor screens, and then a line of numbers appeared on all the screens:

“3、5、0、2、3、4？”

"What is this? Some kind of telephone hotline?" The female assistant leaned closer, frowning as she looked at the string of numbers.

Since the monitoring system had already been hacked by "Doubao," she could only accept the status quo and try to find humor in her predicament.

In short, they're out of ideas.

Faldius did not answer.

He subconsciously reached for the pen on the table, wanting to write down the string of numbers.

Whatever it is, information that appears on a compromised surveillance screen is likely to have some significance.

But the moment his fingers touched the pen, the scene changed again.

The numbers on the screen disappeared.

Instead, there are exquisite full-color images:

A burly man and an equally tall and imposing man are in the frame... engaging in an extremely intimate and fast-paced interaction.

The art style is simple and rustic, the characters are bold and rugged, the background is the ancient Three Kingdoms period, and the content is extremely clear.

Having worked in intelligence for a long time, this was the first time he wished the information wasn't so clear.

Faldius froze, his pen hovering over the paper, the tip less than a centimeter from the paper, but he did not press down.

"What's this?"

he murmured.

What can I say?

The female assistant did not speak.

Silence is not only golden, but also the Cambridge of tonight.

The tragic love story of Lü Bu and Dong Zhuo unfolds frame by frame.

With skillful movements and rich emotions, and optimized by the abundant tokens in the beanbag, it even evolved into a kind of absurd epic feeling.

Faldius's pupils trembled. He first ordered his female assistant to contact his subordinates, and then adjusted the cameras in the monitoring room to record the video properly.

He told himself that this must be Xia Jie's doing, to distract him, to buy him time, and to interfere with his judgment.

This string of numbers may be of great significance, the video may be an encrypted form of some key intelligence, or it may simply be an attempt to disgust him with this gay film. This should have been left to his subordinates to decipher.

But out of a sense of responsibility, he had to look at it too, since he was far more professional than his subordinates when it came to intelligence.

"Ugh."

He sighed and wrote down the mysterious number.

Then he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

"Contact Francesca and have her come take a look."

He figured they'd share the hardships, and that the other person, who was focused on having fun, wouldn't mind.

The female assistant immediately picked up the communicator and contacted Yokohime as quickly as possible.

“Ms. Francesca Prellati, this is the central monitoring room of Snowfield City. We need your assistance in identifying a piece of… video footage.”

There was a silence of about three seconds on the other end of the communication line, followed by a lazy, amused voice:

"Oh? What kind of video footage is so valuable that I need to see it in person?"

"It's about... Lü Bu and Dong Zhuo." The female assistant's voice was filled with deep helplessness.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, then Francesca's voice came through again, her tone becoming enthusiastic: "Say it again, who and who?"

Wow, could it be that someone summoned the heroic spirits of the Three Kingdoms during this Holy Grail War?

But why didn't she notice the magical fluctuations in the Servant's battle?

Oh right, her attention was focused on the opera house and Xia Jie, so it's understandable that she overlooked something.

She really should take a look.

"Lü Bu and Dong Zhuo."

The female assistant blinked, not understanding why the other party had suddenly become interested.

"ha--!"

A burst of unrestrained laughter erupted from the communicator.

"Okay, I'll go right away! I have to see this thing with my own eyes!"

Just seconds later, Yokohime appeared at the door of the monitoring room, dressed in a gorgeous dress, her face flushed with excitement.

She walked to the surveillance wall, looked up at it, and then remained silent for a second.

"...The image quality is quite clear."

She made a comment, and then began to read it carefully.

Faldius stood to the side, one hand clutching his stomach and the other pressing his temple.

He looked at Francesca's focused profile, at the tireless all-male love scene playing on the screen.

Then he abandoned his thinking and started urging his subordinates to fix the monitoring system via communications.

Meanwhile, after using his magical powers to eliminate all the snipers and then using magic to calm and disperse the panicked passersby who were frightened by the shooting, Xia Jie outside the opera house finally received the magical fluctuations he wanted.

A few breaths later, a beam of light shot into the sky from the direction of the opera house.

"Holy crap, whose Seed of Light has been launched?" Someone engrossed in the game put down their phone and pushed up their glasses.