Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone

Zhou Zhengde said calmly:

"You need to tell them how I died, especially my mother.

"I need you to watch over my body, and not let the Thirteenth Institute take it for their disgusting experiments. This might just be the Thirteenth Institute's revenge on me... Get ready, I'll cover you, their target is me."

"Captain, Captain!"

"Get ready..."

Zhou Zhengde took a deep breath, disregarding whether his rapidly frozen wounds would burst open, and was about to turn over and rise.

The Silver Party members were too concerned with their own safety to worry about protecting their employer; they merely turned their heads for a brief glance in this direction...

Whoosh!

A figure flickered.

A large hand suddenly pressed down on Zhou Zhengde's shoulder, holding him firmly in place.

The two Silver Party members who looked this way were startled, nearly dropping their guns in shock as a figure suddenly appeared before them.

Not just the Silver Party gunmen, but even the Black Fire Gang marksmen in the advantageous high positions, dressed in green sportswear, only saw a figure whoosh from the edge of the northern sewage ditch. They couldn't fire in time as the figure had already disappeared behind the cars.

Zhou Zhengde looked at the young man before him in astonishment.

A familiar face;

A mask stained with blood;

And those eyes that always remained calm and composed.

"Mu!"

Wang Jixuan shook his head with a smile and casually took out a blood-stopping charm, affixing it to the wound on Zhou Zhengde's abdomen.

"I owe you a favor, and today I shall repay it. Cooperate with me in a moment," Wang Jixuan said softly. Then, crouching there, slowly shifted backwards, the Spirit Talismans on his thighs flickering faintly with light. A stream of Qi passed through his feet as he whooshed back into the darkness to the north.

Intense gunfire came from the direction of the truck, but the Black Fire Gang gunmen were a moment too slow. They only saw a figure leap out from the three-car barricade, dive into darkness, and enter the edge of the sewage ditch.

Zhou Zhengde, still in shock, looked down at his abdomen.

What is this...?

A warm power enveloped the area around the wound, reducing the pain by more than half.

"Ah!"

"Who's there!"

Ratatatatata!

Sudden cries erupted from behind the cargo truck.

Zhou Zhengde looked down and saw several bodies lying under the truck.

He took them all out at once?

Those six gunmen! Killed almost simultaneously?

No, how, how is this possible? Is Mu Liang really a Spiritual Ability User? Or is he the most terrifying type, an enhancer of physical abilities?

...

A few seconds earlier.

To slay demons and protect the Righteous Path, this heart aspires to Bodhisattva!

Wang Jixuan returned from the darkness, charging out from the edge of the sewage ditch straight across the road with a leap.

His hands alternated in a forward flick, sending twelve cheap but sharp blades flying out, drawing simultaneous trails of blood!

Only two of the six gang members noticed something amiss and turned, barely seeing the figure in the gray jacket in the dim light, then letting out two screams.

That was all they could do.

Wang Jixuan, after landing, rolled forward, pushed off with his right foot, and shot to the side of the truck, hugging the side of the container to avoid the line of sight from the small building on the opposite side.

Daoist Wang had been observing for a long time, and the entire battlefield was clearly mapped out in his mind.

The Black Fire Gang had arranged a corner attack.

He easily took down the truck area with a surprise attack, but the most troublesome part was the firepower from the small building, and the Black Fire Gang members inside had already noticed the anomalies here.

With no other choice, Wang Jixuan heard the clamorous shout coming from the body of a gang member nearby:

"Ah Gui, what's the hold-up over there! Keep firing! What are you afraid of with your heads down! Kill that man surnamed Zhou and you won't have worries for the rest of your life!"

Wang Jixuan looked at the squared box.

In Mu Liang's memory, there was this thing.

It seemed to be... a walkie-talkie?

This thing was much more convenient than a Communication Jade Token.

Wang Jixuan walked to the other end of the cargo truck leisurely, observed the enemy's firepower for a moment, retreated a few steps, and eyed the guns cradled in the arms of six corpses.

Now he had two choices.

One was to save people first, take Zhou Zhengde and the others out. Now that he had taken out the six gang gunmen behind the cargo truck, it would be quite easy to do this.

But he quickly decided on the second option.

The Black Fire Gang had more than a thousand members, now the more he could kill, the less effort would be required later.

He only knew how to use a pistol, so he took two pistols and stuffed them into his trouser pockets, then gathered the six automatic rifles and submachine guns, exerted a little force, and tossed them over the roof of the cargo truck.

Immediately, a loud shout from a member of the Silver Party rang out near Zhou Zhengde:

"Grenade! Damn it!"

Zhou Zhengde and a few others immediately dropped to the ground, two of them were hit in the back by the weapons falling in a parabola and cried out in pain.

When they realized that the weapons were thrown over to them, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Wang Jixuan's voice came through:

"Captain Zhou! Big guns!"

Zhou Zhengde immediately got the message, grabbed a submachine gun, raised it above his head, and fired blindly at the building, his neck veins bulging as he yelled:

"Suppress them! Reinforcements are on the way!"

— He wasn't sure if there were actually any reinforcements.

The others followed suit, lifting their newly acquired weapons and firing wildly at the opposite side.

The sound of metal scraping on the asphalt road arose.

Zhou Zhengde had sharp eyes and immediately spotted more magazines sliding from under the cargo truck, stopping beside his leg.

Naturally, they were sent over by Wang Jixuan.

Zhou Zhengde looked under the truck and saw a pair of ordinary cheap sneakers, as if on a stroll. Then with just a shake, they quickly vanished from sight.

Such speed!

Zhou Zhengde suddenly realized something and continued to shout:

"Empty the bullets! Suppress! Fire and suppress them!"

Zhou Zhengde roared, raised his gun, and fired at the building next to him, pulling out several streaks of flame.

A figure like a black feather silently glided through the darkness, circling half-way behind the cargo truck and entering the rear of that building.

After ten seconds or so, the gunfire from the other side suddenly weakened.

Another twenty seconds passed, and it went completely silent on the other side.

The people beside Zhou Zhengde fired the last bullets in their magazines crazily, shooting in all directions without daring to raise their heads for aim.

"Ceasefire! Stop!"

Zhou Zhengde yelled twice, and only then did his companions stop, terror-stricken, nearly running out of bullets as they fumbled to reload.

Zhou Zhengde looked around, picked up a mirror lying on the side, and carefully held it above his head.

No bullets came.

Through the reflection in the mirror, Zhou Zhengde immediately saw bodies lying in two of the windows and slumped figures behind three other windows.

Dead, dead?

They're all dead?

From Mu Liang's first move to taking out these dozen or so gunmen, it hadn't even been a full half-minute?

Zhou Zhengde's Adam's apple bobbed, his body started to sweat coldly; due to the recent exertion, a clear pain came from his abdomen, but when he looked down, the pink paper talisman was emitting a faint light.

No blood was flowing out.

Could it be, does the Fortress have some new technology he wasn't aware of?!