Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Hmm, that's about right." Xing Qingfeng held the steering wheel firmly, his eyes wandering around the surroundings. "You'll understand all this when you get there."

At the edge of the desert, Xing Qingfeng and James' SUV gradually approached the vague boundary line. The air around them was distorted by the scorching sun, as if the whole world was twisting in the heat wave. The sun shone through the car window on them, and every cell in their body longed for a hint of coolness.

"Oh wow, an unexpected discovery." Xing Qingfu leaned slightly towards the window, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon, his brows slightly furrowed.

James followed his gaze and saw a faint shadow at the end of his field of vision. Several dead trees cast mottled shadows in the scorching sun. Several figures flickered under the trees, their movements furtively, as if they were exploring something. Their outlines were blurred in the sunlight, only their ever-vigilant eyes were flickering.

"It looks like there are people here. What's going on?" James asked warily. "Should we avoid them?"

"No... let me get closer and take a look..." Xing Qingyu carefully adjusted the speed of the car. The wheels of the SUV left deep marks on the sand and slowly approached the figure.

Their car gradually came to a stop on a secluded, elevated hill. The view was expansive, and the surrounding sand dunes formed a natural barrier. Xing Qingfeng rolled down the car window, hearing only the gentle rustling of sand and the occasional whispers of the people in the distance.

"What are they doing?" James' voice was filled with uneasiness. He leaned forward slightly, wanting to see the movements of those people more clearly.

"My drug radar is going off." Xing Qingfeng pointed forward, peering through the car window at the men. They were wearing loose clothing and looked wary, their eyes tense, as if they were waiting for something. They kept glancing around, as if afraid of being discovered. "I guarantee they have the goods in the car."

"How do you know?" James' tone was filled with suspicion, but more of a hint of nervousness.

"Anyone sneaking around the border is either trying to sneak across the border," Xing Qingfeng sneered, "or they're just a bunch of drug addicts licking each other's asses."

As they observed, the scene ahead gradually became clearer. Several burly men gathered on a flat surface. The shape and color of the package made it easy to imagine what was inside.

——Xing Qingjiu's intuition, which he had developed during his six months in North America, told him that this thing was poison.

"Should we go and take a look?" James' voice was a little hesitant. He raised his hand and wanted to adjust the perspective again, but was stopped by Xing Qingwu.

"Of course we have to go and take a look," Xing Qingfeng said. "Aren't you curious about how I managed to bust the Los Angeles drug den in North America?"

Xing Qingyu immediately grabbed the key and inserted it into the ignition, turning it. He couldn't help laughing as he listened to the sound of the engine roaring again in his ears.

"Dude," he said to James, grinning, "keep your head down, buckle up—"

"—I'll show you now."

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It's so tiring to type on the phone. My eyes hurt when I see it. It's so uncomfortable.

In fact, another purpose of this volume has been achieved, which is to make the protagonist realize the "why" of the elixir in his hand, and make him realize that he should dig deep and ask why, but the specific content will still be discussed in the South American volume.

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Today, a friend came to my office to show off his new whisky. I have to say, the peatiness is really good...

...But I'm just a sweet drinker, how can I drink such a good whiskey? (

Interlude: GTA Limited Time Collaboration: Battle of Foboler: 9. Tank Road is also Karate, so Xing Qingfeng is undoubtedly a Ninja

The SUV suddenly launched itself from the dune, its massive wheels crushing the soft sand, sending up clouds of dust like a sudden sandstorm. The engine roared, its roar piercing the eardrums. The air was thick with the pungent smell of burning gasoline. As the car accelerated, the wind whistled like a sharp whine, slicing through my ears like a knife.

"You're fucking crazy!" James' eyes widened, his voice distorted, a mixture of fear and anger. He gripped the edge of the seat tightly, his face pale, his fingers white from excessive force, and even the trembling veins could be seen.

Xing Qingyu didn't turn around, only a slight smile on his face. He stared intently at the drug dealers ahead, who were panicking at his approach. Without hesitation, he aimed the front of the car at them and kept his foot on the accelerator. The SUV accelerated rapidly, the body of the car bumping violently on the sand, the windows and dashboard vibrating slightly, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

"Hold on tight, buddy—" his voice was filled with ruthlessness, "—and remember to keep your head down."

The drug dealers at the transaction scene did not realize the danger at first. They only heard the roar of the engine and then realized that the SUV was rushing towards them. The drug dealers standing on the periphery had their pupils suddenly contracted and they fled in all directions reflexively, but several of them had no time to react and were hit head-on.

"Boom!" With a dull thud, the front of the car slammed directly into a drug dealer, who had no way to dodge. He was thrown into the air, blood spurting from his mouth. His limbs flailing helplessly, his body slamming heavily onto the sand like a kite with its string cut. Another drug dealer tried to roll away, but the SUV's left wheel ran straight over his leg. A "crack" sounded, and the sound of shattering bones was clearly audible in the air. A sharp scream followed, his face contorted in pain, his hands tightly clutching his crushed leg, blood gushing from between his fingers, staining the sand red.

The remaining drug dealers watched in panic, their vision filled with flying dust and the blood of their companions. Without time to think, they stumbled back to the car and frantically retrieved weapons from the trunk and under the seat.

"Shoot! Kill him!" the leading drug dealer shouted, his voice hoarse with fear. They raised their guns and opened fire frantically and rapidly at the SUV, raining bullets down on the SUV. There was a flurry of bangs, shell casings flying, and hot bullets colliding with the car windows. Shattered glass splattered across Xing Qingfeng's and James's cheeks, stinging them painfully.

"They're coming!" James shouted. He suddenly lowered his body and curled up in the seat, trying his best to avoid the drug dealers' dense firepower.

The next second, gunfire erupted like a torrential downpour. Without hesitation, the drug dealers pulled the trigger, raining bullets down upon the SUV. The heavy "bangs" were like hammers striking the car's hull, echoing with the vibrations. The sharp, piercing sound of metal tearing was piercing. Despite its thickness, the bulletproof glass couldn't withstand such a frenzied barrage. The few remaining intact panes eventually shattered under the barrage of gunfire, sending shards flying. The cold, sharp edges, like blades, raked Xing Qingfeng and James' cheeks, leaving streaks of blood.

"Damn it!" James gritted his teeth. Although his face was twisted with pain, the excitement from the adrenaline gradually took over. He wiped the blood from his face and turned to look at Xing Qingfan. "What should we do next? Run?"

"Run?" Xing Qingfu snorted coldly, his eyes revealing an undisguised excitement. "Run for nothing! What hunter would run away when seeing his prey fighting back?" He gripped the steering wheel tightly and stomped on the accelerator, increasing the speed of the SUV to the limit.

The engine roared again, and the tires skidded wildly on the sand, kicking up a cloud of dust behind the car. The SUV jolted violently, its front end swerving in a long arc, aiming for the drug dealers' gathering point.

Seeing that the SUV not only did not stop, but rushed towards them again like an out-of-control beast, fear appeared on the faces of the drug dealers, and the guns in their hands began to become unstable. Several drug dealers quickly retreated, trying to keep some distance, but the shabby SUV still crushed towards them without slowing down.

"Fire! Fire! Aim at the driver!" the leading drug dealer yelled at the top of his lungs, directing his companions to continue shooting. The muzzles of their guns were trained on the SUV again, and bullets rained down on the car body. Fierce gunfire intertwined in the air, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Bullets rained down like a tide, and the body of the SUV was gradually deformed in the shooting. The metal shell was pitted and the front and rear guard plates were covered with bullet holes. You could even see some traces of steel plates being penetrated, and several cracks appeared on the internal dashboard.

The bullets weren't completely incapable of penetration; several still pierced the car, piercing his shoulder and arm. Blood oozed slowly from the gaping wounds, then transformed into fine, crystal-like dust that drifted away in the wind. Xing Qingqi reached out and touched his head, then pulled a bullet out of the wound and gently flicked it out the window.

The drug dealers before him grew increasingly panicked, and some began to turn and flee, but it was too late. The SUV had simply ripped through their defenses. Amidst the chaotic hail of gunfire and dust, Xing Qingfeng mercilessly turned the steering wheel and rammed the leading drug dealer.

"Bang!" With the resounding roar of the SUV, the leading drug dealer was sent flying, his body twisting in a bizarre arc in the air. Blood spurted from his mouth, drawing a crimson arc in the sunlight. Seconds later, his body, like a discarded rag bag, slammed to the ground. The sound of bones breaking was mixed with a muffled thud. His chest was a bloody mess, unable to move.

The SUV's speed didn't slow even after the impact. The car's body scraped against the sand, producing a sharp screeching sound, accompanied by a scorching, burning smell. The tires skidded violently, sending a cloud of dust billowing, instantly enveloping the entire trading point. The remaining drug dealers were trapped in the sudden cloud of dust, their vision completely obscured. Coughs and exclamations filled the air as they scrambled for cover.

Inertia caused the rear end of the car to sweep out a beautiful drift arc, trapping the panicked drug addicts in the center. The car body trembled with the force of the brakes, and the dust kicked up became thicker, making it almost impossible to see what was ahead.

Seeing this opportunity, Xing Qingfu calmly took out a pistol from under the seat, calmly aimed at the dark shadow outside the window, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The gunshot was deep and powerful, the bullet piercing the dust and hitting its target. A drug dealer, struck in the leg, let out a piercing scream, his weapon dropping to the ground. He stumbled and collapsed, rolling in agony. Xing Qingyu showed no intention of stopping. With a swift twist of his wrist, the pistol unleashed a barrage of shots, his bullets piercing the drug addicts still trying to escape.

"Do you have any more guns?" James took the opportunity to take a deep breath. Adrenaline was still coursing through his veins. His palms were sweating, but his fingers were no longer shaking. He leaned forward and offered a hand to Xing Qingjiu, "Give me one too!"

Xing Qingqiu's fingers deftly swapped magazines. Without turning back, he said, "Look under the carpet in the back seat." The sound of gunfire continued to echo in the air, the drug dealers' screams mingling with their despair. James hurriedly flipped open the seat and found a spare pistol. He gripped it tightly with both hands, leaned forward, and, aiming at the blurry figure, pulled the trigger. The bullet blasted out, striking a nearby drug dealer in the shoulder.

"Where are the bullets?" James suddenly shouted, with a hint of anxiety and urgency in his tone, "My magazine is empty."

"Feel under the seat again," Xing Qingfeng replied calmly. He gripped the steering wheel and surreptitiously removed two more bullets from his head. Then, he stepped on the accelerator. The SUV roared again, its wheels rolling over the ground, crushing the chest of one of the struggling drug dealers. The man let out a low cough, and then fell completely silent.

"Hold on tight—" Xing Qingfeng sneered. The sand kicked up by the tires continued to fly in the air. He didn't let go of the accelerator at all. The SUV rushed towards the fleeing drug addicts again. "—Let's start the third round."

The SUV continued to speed through the desert, the roar of its engine echoing everywhere, and the dust kicked up by the wheels nearly obscured the sky. Xing Qingfeng gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes fixed on the remaining drug dealers. They had completely lost the will to fight, and their movements in all directions seemed panicked and disoriented. Some even fell to the ground mid-run, their legs giving way, leaving them in a state of disarray.

"Damn, these guys are a bunch of wimps compared to the guys from two years ago," Xing Qing looked at the drug addicts' reactions with disdain, "I guarantee they're smoking while selling."

James remained huddled in the car, his pistol tightly gripped, occasionally glancing out the window. His teeth clenched, sweat smearing his forehead, but his heartbeat had gradually calmed. The chaotic exchange had left him hyper-focused, and now he felt only the urgency of the battle's end.

"They can't get away any longer," James gasped.

Xing Qingyu said nothing as the SUV accelerated again, sprinting towards the nearest drug dealers. They didn't even have time to flee, and could only retreat desperately, but their panicked steps caused them to fall to the ground. The car suddenly brushed past them, and the wind and sand it kicked up nearly buried them. He slammed on the brakes, causing the car to shudder violently before coming to a stop. Then, he shouted, "What are you doing?"

"FBI! You are surrounded! Put down your weapons and raise your hands!"

The sound was particularly loud in the empty desert. The drug dealers were already fleeing like dogs that had lost their homes, and this shout made it even more difficult for them to think of fighting back.

"Run! The cops are coming!" a drug addict screamed, his voice trembling so much it practically cracked. He hastily scrambled to his feet and sprinted towards a pickup truck parked in the distance. Seeing him, the other drug addicts hurriedly followed, eager to jump into the car and escape.

They hurriedly opened the car door and jumped into the driver's seat, the engine roaring to life. The rest of the group scrambled to get inside, desperate to escape this nightmarish scene. Seconds later, the pickup truck shuddered violently, its tires skidding on the sand, and finally, carrying the remnants of the defeated army, disappeared into the distant horizon.

"They just ran away like that?" James leaned out the window and watched the pickup truck drive away. He smacked his lips with a hint of satisfaction. "What a decisive escape."

"These people are just scattered soldiers and have no courage to begin with." Xing Qingfeng smiled, "A bunch of wimps. The guys in that drug den I kicked out two years ago were much braver—"

"—those fucking bastards could stand and engage the local police, DEA, and FBI combined for half an hour."

"I mean, shouldn't we just chase them down and kill them all?" James said eagerly. "These beasts who are endangering the people should be shot."

"......?" Xing Qingyu looked at James in astonishment. Judging from the guy's expression, he was serious.

"Man, look at what we have in our hands," Xing Qingqi raised the pistol in his hand, "two Glocks——"

"Remember the guns in those bastards' hands?" Xing Qingfeng said, "At least three assault rifles."

After Xing Qingfu finished speaking, he shook his head, looked around, and after making sure that there were no more threats, he pushed the door open and got out of the car, walking towards the drug trafficking leader who had been knocked away by them.

The man was still lying on the ground, covered in dust, bleeding from the wound on his chest, and he was in a semi-comatose state.

Xing Qingyu squatted down and reached out to feel his pulse on his neck. Although he was seriously injured, this guy was not dead yet.

"He's not dead yet." Xing Qingfu muttered.

"Watch the surroundings first," he glanced up at James with a calm look, "I'll make a call."

Xing Qingyu opened the trunk of the SUV - this took him quite a while because the trunk door was deformed - and took out a satellite phone from it. Ordinary mobile phones had no signal at all near the border, so this was the only way to make a call.

"Hey, Miguel," Xing Qingqiu called his friend in the drug enforcement team. "I caught a bunch of drug addicts while crossing the border. Bring your guys, put on bulletproof vests and bring guns, and come over to collect the goods."

"Well, I'll send you the location later," Xing Qingfeng added, "A group of people escaped with at least three assault rifles. Be careful when you get there."

"That's it. We've been discovered by the FBI and are ready to flee. No more words, hanging up."

"Let's go." Xing Qing kicked the half-conscious drug addict, got back into the car, and restarted the engine. "We'll cross the border in a while. How was it? Was this trip exciting?"

"Fuck," James wiped the blood from his face. "I thought those few years in L.A. had worn me down—"

"—but now I'm like, holy shit, I'm fucking resurrected."

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This volume is almost over. The next chapter will connect to the end of the South American volume. What do you think?

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I broke my friend's computer, so I took it to be repaired. However, due to a bug in the warranty, I have to wait at least half a month, otherwise it will cost nearly a thousand yuan. My friend said there was no rush and he could take his time, but I felt that it was my problem, so I planned to pay for the repair tomorrow.

This made my already tight wallet even worse, and the salary at the ice cream shop was not enough. After thinking it over, I decided -

——I might really be going into the adult industry. See you at the bar or nightclub.

Now that meme can really apply to me:

Starting out: Learning to write novels and becoming an independent online writer

Now: I'm in the entertainment industry, please come and support me

I really don't want to play the piano in bars and nightclubs. They're so noisy and chaotic, and every time I go in, my clothes are covered in the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, which I can't wash off.

dried up

Interlude: GTA Limited Time Crossover: Battle of Folpol: 10. Farewell to the Extinguished Lighthouse

The SUV drove toward the border. As the vehicle approached the border, the desert gradually unfolded into a different landscape. The Mexican border was unmarked, with only a few barbed wire fences and sparse checkpoints marking the border. In the distance, a few abandoned buildings stood in the desert, slogans faintly visible on the walls, and peeling paint and graffiti added to the desolate atmosphere. It was early morning, and the sun had penetrated the clouds, illuminating the entire border area, but it did not bring much warmth.

"The atmosphere here feels like it deserves a cocktail to celebrate," James glanced around and took a deep breath. "Goodbye, America."

"Really?" Xing Qingfeng gripped the steering wheel tightly. "I'll treat you to a beer with chili sauce when I get a chance—"

"—Of course, I am Michelada from Mexico."

They chose a secluded road, bypassing the border checkpoint to avoid attracting attention. The SUV's engine vibrated slightly as Xing Qingqiu, hands firmly gripping the steering wheel and a determined gaze, navigated the vehicle through sand dunes and winding paths. Occasionally, a few strands of barbed wire appeared, forcing them to dismount and use pliers to cut them, then climb back in and continue on. Trash bags and empty bottles littered the ground, along with the occasional glimpse of worn shoes and scattered clothing—traces of those who had previously attempted to cross the border illegally.

"We're finally in Mexico." Xing Qingwu glanced at the sign and said with a smile.

"I've finally set foot on this land," James breathed a sigh of relief. "Goodbye, my extinguished lighthouse."

The SUV entered Mexico, crossed the border desert, and gradually entered a bumpy dirt road. The wheels rolled over the uneven ground, making the occupants feel like they were on a rocking car. The desert gradually gave way to tan hills and low brush. In the distance, the shadow of a small town could be vaguely seen. As the car continued driving, the buildings of the Mexican town gradually began to appear. The dilapidated brick walls and billboards covered with gaudy posters stood out in the sunlight.

Along the way, there were occasional ragged passersby walking, looking warily at their SUV. James glanced around uneasily and asked in a low voice, "Where are we going?"

"Let's take another look. I'm actually not sure either." He pointed ahead, where the terrain gradually flattened and the road became wider. "There should be a main road ahead. It will be easy to find once we enter the city."

The two drove on, finally entering the outskirts of Mexico City in the afternoon. The air was thick with the smell of gasoline and dust. Old cars emitted thick smoke everywhere on the streets. Street vendors pushed carts selling tortillas and chili sauce. The lively atmosphere made James feel that it was particularly different from American cities. The graffiti and murals on the walls showed the unique Mexican style. The rich colors intertwined to form a rough artistic sense. The whole city had an unrefined roughness.

"Welcome to Mexico City," Xing Qingqi said jokingly, slowly driving the car into the city. "My friend, congratulations on escaping the boring life of surveillance."

James looked down the street, observing the diverse crowds. Mexico City is densely populated, with buildings typically only two or three stories high. Balconies are covered with laundry hanging out to dry, and the red brick and yellow walls appear slightly mottled in the sunlight. Cars slowly glided through the narrow streets, occasionally children chasing and playing through the traffic, appearing casual and unrestrained. Street stalls were filled with brightly colored fruit, and the vendors were shouting their wares. The rich aroma of chili peppers and the sweet fragrance of fruit filled the air, reaching their noses.

The SUV continued its slow journey through the streets of Mexico City, weaving through alley after alley. Sunlight shone on the mottled walls of the buildings, the concrete stained by age. The streets were narrow, densely packed with cars, and traffic jams were common. In the distance, the two of them could faintly smell the aroma of fresh fruit and snacks from a bustling market area. It was a quintessential Mexican street scene—bustling and chaotic.

"Hey," James relaxed a little, his attention drawn to the scene on the street. Occasionally, he raised his hand and pointed at the small shop on the roadside: "I think the grilled corn and hot sauce sold there should be tried. They sound good."

"Can you Americans handle spicy food?" Xing Qingwu continued to stare at the road and casually replied, "Let's talk about it when we get there. There's plenty of time for you to eat this."

"So where are we going?" James rubbed his hungry stomach, not daring to say that he was hungry.

"We need to go into the central city," Xing Qingwu said. "This guy is still the same as always, booking a floor of a luxury hotel wherever he goes. He really has too much money to spend."

"Hmm..." He caught a glimpse of several cars suddenly speeding up and catching up in the rearview mirror. Their taillights flashed, as if sending some kind of signal. He casually said to James, "Although I'm a little hungry and want to go over to eat, our friends may not want us to go and eat so easily."

James was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at the other person: "Is it the poisonous insect from the border?"

"Eighty percent." Xing Qingfeng frowned slightly, turning the steering wheel slightly and increasing the speed slightly. "Otherwise, he wouldn't be following so closely."

He quickly turned onto a narrower street, hoping to escape the following car. This street was even more dilapidated, its walls still covered in graffiti and worn billboards. Electrical wires tangled in a tangle, some dangling straight into the air. Sunlight cast chaotic shadows on the overhead wires. Trash and scraps of paper littered the ground, and the air was thick with a damp, musty smell.

The pursuing vehicle didn't slow down, but instead sped up. The windows opened slightly from the roof, revealing several men with pistols poking out. Xing Qingyu slammed on the accelerator, sending the SUV into a sudden burst of speed, careening through the narrow streets. He didn't immediately return fire, but instead looked for a suitable opportunity.

"Hold on tight," he whispered to James, then jerked the steering wheel. The SUV suddenly veered into a more secluded alley. The houses on either side practically crushed the car, and the uneven road, rocks and debris causing the car to jolt violently. James clutched the door armrest tightly with one hand, his entire body lurching from side to side, his brow furrowed. "How are you going to get away from them?"

"There's no plan to get rid of this item," Xing Qingfu sneered, and stepped on the accelerator. The SUV instantly passed a pothole and sped through the narrow streets of Mexico City. The buildings on both sides became more and more dense, and the width of the street was compressed in an instant after turning a few corners.

"It seems the guy who got away was from Mexico," Xing Qing said calmly, his eyes occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror. "How interesting."