I write obituaries for the gods.

Chapter 77 Counterattack

Li Zhanyi foresaw the attack.

She had foreseen the tripwire at the door being triggered; almost simultaneously, she leaped over the balcony and clung to the edge—

"boom!!!"

The violent explosion nearly caused Li Zhanyi to lose her grip; she clung tightly to the railing at the edge of the balcony, her hands bleeding from the rusted metal.

"Yo yo... sniper... you've finally delivered yourself to my doorstep..."

Through the gaps in the railing, Li Zhanyi saw a figure faintly visible in the smoke and dust: covered in seals, wearing a British-style overcoat, and a worn-out top hat.

Beneath that top hat, a pair of deep blue eyes gleamed.

"That shot of yours...cough...it really hurt...it shattered a piece of my heart..."

"You need to... make it up to me, right? Or... give me your heart..."

"Boom!"

Amidst flashing thunder and torrential rain, Li Zhanyi clung to the air conditioner unit outside the window and began climbing upstairs.

As she climbed, she pressed a button on her earpiece and said quickly:

"Captain England is here! Cough...Quick...Grab the door opener...Evacuate immediately!"

The next second, she heard a whooshing sound, and the steel shield that flew out slammed into the balcony, smashing the entire balcony into pieces.

"Boom!"

Amidst the flashes of lightning, Captain England walked to the edge of the broken balcony, looked up, and saw Li Zhanyi's foot disappearing at the edge of the upstairs balcony.

"Smart Pool B..." Captain England's expression turned ferocious.

After climbing upstairs, Li Zhanyi quickly crossed the hall and casually pulled out a pistol.

The next second, she heard a cracking sound behind her. Turning around, she saw Captain England had torn through the ceiling and climbed up.

Li Zhanyi raised his gun with one hand and fired, while with the other hand he pulled the pin on a smoke grenade and tossed it to his feet.

"Pfft!"

The moment the smoke cleared, three bullets struck the British captain's raised shield, the stray bullets ricocheting rapidly under his magnetic field control, flying towards Li Zhanyi—

"Sizzle!"

Li Zhanyi used his trench coat to protect his head. The trench coat, combined with the active defense system of his energy vest, blocked the stray bullets.

But as she put down her trench coat, Captain England's shield came hurtling towards her—

"boom!"

Li Zhanyi cried out in pain and was sent flying into the smoke.

Captain England accelerated and rushed into the smoke, blasting the smoke screen into the air, but Li Zhanyi was nowhere to be seen.

His deep blue eyes scanned the floor and soon spotted specks of blood.

"Fooking rat..." the British captain cursed, following the trail of blood.

"......"

As the office building in the distance exploded, the Waldaff Hotel banquet hall was immediately filled with gasps of alarm.

Jiang Zhengge turned to look out the window, his brows furrowed.

"The media manipulation department hires us to do the work, so we have to contribute..." Wu Hao smiled. "Jiang Zhengge, since you didn't care about the men who died in that operation, I'm sure you won't care about a few more dying this time either, right?"

He suddenly pulled out a submachine gun and aimed it at Jiang Zhengge in front of him.

Jiang Zhengge was clearly one step ahead of him—

"boom!"

A gust of wind lifted Wu Hao's gun barrel, and a burst of bullets from Wu Hao swept across the ceiling, causing the crystal chandelier to explode into glittering dust.

Amid the guests' gasps, Jiang Zhengge lunged at Wu Hao, grabbed his head, and slammed him to the ground while he was off balance.

"Click!"

Wu Hao hit the back of his head and passed out.

Almost simultaneously, several black market mercenaries emerged from the crowd, aiming their guns at Jiang Zhengge.

The banquet hall descended into chaos. Taking advantage of the fact that the mercenaries dared not fire their guns, Jiang Zhengge quickly retreated toward the elevator.

Just then, a soft exclamation came from behind him:

"then."

Jiang Zhengge turned his head and caught a small, silver PM pistol in his palm, its body engraved with intricate ocean patterns.

He looked up and saw Xileina waving at him, with several black network mercenaries lying at her feet.

Jiang Zhengge didn't say anything. As he ran towards the elevator, he checked the magazine and pressed the button on his headset.

"Louis, the media management department set a trap tonight. They guessed we would come after Zuo Xia. Retreat immediately."

"Retreat? But if we retreat..."

As soon as Louis finished speaking, Lucy, who had been standing guard at the door, spoke up:

"Quiet, someone's coming."

"Knock knock knock!"

"Open the door! We're from the Bureau of Anomalies!" someone outside shouted.

"You're from the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations? What's your position? Abnormal?" Lucy laughed.

She grabbed a machine gun and opened fire towards the door:

"Da da da da da da!"

"Pack your things, get ready to evacuate!" Lucy shouted at Louis.

"Lin Chen! We'll meet at the evacuation point!" Louis said, pressing his earpiece as he packed up. "Bring the door opener back first, I..."

"No, I have to go help Zhanyi."

Beside the broken French windows, Lin Chen looked at the office building emitting smoke in the downpour.

Through the rain, he seemed to see Zhanyi climb over the windowsill and ascend.

If Captain England wants to arrest her, he'll push her upwards, and her final destination will naturally be...

Rooftop.

"Oswald, come pick me up in a helicopter!" Lin Chen ripped off his jacket, and with the projection of the towering projector, veins bulged on his muscles. "I'll give you the door opener, you take it back, I'm going to rescue Zhanyi."

"receive."

The sound of propellers could be heard as a helicopter slowly descended to the floor-to-ceiling window and hovered.

Lin Chen took two steps back, then rushed towards the shattered French window, protecting his head with his fists just before the collision.

"Pfft!"

The glass shattered, and Lin Chen flew out of the window, grabbed the helicopter's landing gear, and climbed up.

He smashed the side window with his fist, handed the door opener to Oswald inside, and shouted:

"Fly to the rooftop! Fly up there!"

"......"

"Clang!"

Li Zhanyi burst open the rooftop door, slammed it shut, and prepared to set up a tripwire.

She had just crouched down when a prophecy flashed through her mind, and she suddenly lunged to the side—

"boom!!!"

The iron gate shattered into countless fragments, which were embedded in various corners of the rooftop.

Captain England stepped onto the rooftop, looked down, and saw a smoke grenade roll to his feet, spraying smoke.

Amidst the thick smoke, he looked around, a grotesque smile spreading across his face:

"Nobody has ever respected me... my mom... Johnston... that bitch minister... even a nobody like you doesn't take me seriously!"

With a glint of deep blue in his eyes, the English captain reached out his hand, causing the entire rooftop to tremble.

The steel bars tore through the concrete, twisting in the air like earthworms, constantly compressing the space on the rooftop.

"Hide! Hide!" Captain England laughed. "You'll be torn to pieces, and I'll take your heart from your fragments..."

Just then, the sound of a propeller came from the edge of the rooftop.

The English captain whirled around and flung his shield flying.

"boom!"

"clang!"

Just as Lin Chen was about to jump out of the helicopter, a feeling of weightlessness struck him, forcing him to immediately grip the tripod.

The helicopter was hit by Captain England's shield and is crashing!

"Man!" the British captain roared, "What can I say! You fucking want to come up here again!"

"Die! Die! All of you die!"

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