Reincarnation Paradise - Chapter 863

 Suxiao pointed to a nearby worker and then to a grenade with the pin still intact in the distance. The worker immediately understood, quickly reaching for the grenade and picking it up. Just as she was about to throw it at Suxiao, she noticed that Suxiao had already aimed his gun at her.

After a moment’s hesitation, the worker wearing a chemical protective suit approached, handed the grenade to Suxiao, and then immediately crouched, covering her head, showing extreme cooperation.

[Hint: The hunter has arrived at the designated location and needs to stay for 28 minutes and 43 seconds.]

Receiving the prompt from the Reincarnation Paradise, Suxiao hung the grenade from his waist, again wielding a gun in one hand and a short knife in the other, of which he had four.

“Do you speak Chinese?” Suxiao looked at the worker closer to him.

“Yes,” came the response, a woman’s voice with an unknown age or appearance.

“Are there any other exits here?”

“No, only that one,” the female worker pointed to the staircase. Dust was billowing out from it at this moment.

Suxiao leaned against the cement. There were an unknown number of guards, but a conservative estimate would be over 50, armed chiefly with AKs or standard rifles. With Suxiao’s current attributes, it was entirely possible, if not likely, for him to die at the hands of these people, especially considering his severe injuries—a heavy wound on his shoulder caused by a rifle round, despite being a ricochet, still wielded substantial force.

Tearing his shirt, Suxiao revealed two gunshot wounds, one on his shoulder and the other on his lower back. The shoulder injury was severe from the rifle round; although it was a stray bullet, it held significant power. The wound on his lower back from a pistol round was comparatively better, likely from a 9mm bullet. That bullet had penetrated Suxiao’s body; while penetration was manageable, the problem was if the shell stayed inside, like in his shoulder, where it got lodged in the bone.

Initially, when shot, he barely felt anything, but now the pain in his shoulder was intense, causing numbness in his left arm and affecting his shooting ability.

Clank! A ‘grenade’ rolled into the basement. Seeing its appearance, Suxiao immediately put on his gas mask as if it were a tear gas grenade.

Smoke filled the basement, providing cover as guards armed with firearms entered.

Upon seeing this scene, Suxiao’s eyes gleamed. Tear gas grenades were precisely what he was hoping to acquire.

As the white smoke spread towards Suxiao, his body arched and leapt from behind the cement pillar.

Bang! Bang! Bullets showered in his direction, and despite Suxiao’s attributes and reflexes, deflecting the bullets was impossible.

Hiss! Suxiao’s left arm was pierced, and his gun slipped, but he had already dashed into the smoke.

Taking advantage of the cover, Suxiao swiftly moved towards several nearby guards, engaging in close combat.

While charging forward, Suxiao retrieved the back-held sheath, unsheathing Tang Hong.

Clang! The long blade unsheathed with a clear friction sound. With the long knife in hand, Suxiao’s demeanour turned sharp.

Though not as sharp as the Dragon Slaying Flash, Tang Hong was also a lethal weapon, sufficient to deal with these enemies.

Within the smoke, the blade flashed, accompanied by the sounds of flesh being cut and cries of agony.

Thirty seconds later, several guards who entered the basement were lying on the ground, some twitching, blood gushing from their mouths.

Suxiao’s breath became rapid; he had lost a lot of blood. Wearing the gas mask restricted his breathing. He searched the bodies and found four tear gas grenades.

Stepping out of the smoke, Suxiao glanced at the ventilation ducts above and followed the wires to the basement’s power source.

Placing Tang Hong on the ground, Suxiao dropped the handgun and fired several shots at the power source and the motor next to the ventilation duct.

After completing these actions, Suxiao dropped the handgun, pulled out a tear gas grenade from his waist, took a deep breath, removed the gas mask, bit the pin, and threw the four tear gas grenades into the corners of the basement, which was now semi-sealed. Smoke quickly enveloped the area.

Wearing the gas mask again, Suxiao took out Tang Hong and walked towards the staircase.

In the upper-level factory, a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby build and a grim face stood near the stairs.

“What’s going on? Who can give me an explanation?” The man was Bage, once a notorious drug lord who, after being suppressed by other forces, became a stranded dog, almost dying. Now, he was the manager of a small city.

“Boss, there’s an intrusion in the factory, probably aimed at the goods. Tomorrow is the delivery time, and there’s a lot of stock in the warehouse on the second floor underground,” a young Caucasian man said, his head bowed, filled with dissatisfaction.

Slap! After a resounding slap, the young man turned his head, a red mark visible on his face.

“Now, go and deal with him for me.”

“Yes, boss, but others can’t enter the basement, or I might die,” the young man’s jaw tightened. He could have efficiently dealt with Bage instantly, but he didn’t dare. For a long time, he had been living under the threat of the other man, a danger to his family.

The young man walked alone to the staircase, thinking that others would only get in the way. Perhaps these people injected with the compounds he prepared didn’t know that their lives wouldn’t exceed three months.

“The time is running out; the penalties from the Paradise are getting heavier. I have to figure out a way to excessively interfere with the real world; the next punishment will be execution.”

The young man mumbled to himself, taking out several glass vials filled with chemical reagents from his pocket.

Inside the basement, white smoke filled the air, and Suxiao’s breathing became increasingly rapid. He had lost a lot of blood. However, he felt a strange sensation, as if his suppressed 75 points of vitality were about to be restored at any moment.

Footsteps approached. Based on their direction, Suxiao hurried over. His vision began to blur, and he knew he had to act swiftly.

“Pointless struggle. You’re one of ‘us,’ but you’re still too weak, just good at shooting,” a voice came from within the smoke.

Suxiao stood up, flexing his neck. Crack! Crack! Some dislocated bones snapped back into place accurately. He looked at his blurry left arm and chest, where the injuries were gradually healing.

Suxiao lifted his right foot and stomped fiercely.

Boom!! The entire factory trembled like an earthquake! The smoke in the basement was blown to the corners by the powerful pressure. A dumbfounded young man stood in the basement.

“I was joking just now, friend. Stay calm.”

Clang! Countless blade flashes spread out. The young man lost consciousness, Lv.39 Master of Swordsmanship against Lv.5, not even in the same league.

Five minutes later.

Suxiao emerged from the half-collapsed factory. The wounds on his arm had stopped bleeding, and he was starting to regain sensation.

“Monster… a monster…”

Bage, buried under a lot of building debris, let out a long breath, then lost consciousness.

Suxiao tore off his tattered shirt, calmly disappearing into the darkness.

PS: (It turns out the pressure of six updates is super intense. I’ve been writing for nearly 12 hours, and today’s update is too late. I apologize and will strive for more updates tomorrow as well.)

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