Chapter 11 Trading

Without any warning, Zhi Jue appeared where the libationer had been moments before, his neck firmly grasped by Qing'e Armor.

To be accurate, Zhi Jue didn't even have a "neck" anymore.

His body was incomplete, half of his face was gone, leaving only a single eye. His chest was blasted into a bloody mess, revealing the faint beating of his heart.

All of his limb joints were broken, his left arm and right leg were missing. Only his left hand, missing three fingers, and a few bones from his right leg floated in mid-air, making him look like a dismantled puppet.

The libationer's neck had also been blasted apart. What Miss Chai was holding was just a mass of skin and muscle extending from his chin.

A switch?

Li Ang frowned and turned to look at the tall building far to the side—the spherical artifice was gone.

On the rooftop, Liu Wu-dai used a triple-barreled telescope to directly see the change in aura.

The libationer's aura had appeared on the edge of the distant high-rise rooftop. With a slight roll, he fell from the roof, freefalling, eliciting a burst of gasps and screams from passersby.

*Thud.*

The tattered libationer, as if falling into a pool, plunged straight into the concrete ground, his aura vanishing along with him.

"Cough cough cough."

Zhi Jue, with his throat seized, tried to laugh, but his overly damaged body wouldn't allow it. Before he could laugh, he began to cough violently, vomiting a large amount of black filth.

The red and white humanoid armor, Qing'e Armor, grasping Zhi Jue's throat, unhesitatingly used its petrification ability, turning the surface of his body into stone.

Li Ang glanced at him indifferently, without saying anything. He climbed back onto the rooftop, and Qing'e Armor also dragged the inhuman Zhi Jue, landing steadily on the roof.

Liu Wu-dai looked at Li Ang, who silently shook his head.

It was unknown what kind of equipment skill the libationer had used to make the Scout Bee lose track of his aura. Perhaps he could only be locked onto again when he reappeared.

Liu Wu-dai was silent, casually drawing a wooden arrow and shooting it at Zhi Jue.

The wooden arrow exploded into countless fragments in mid-air, nailing Zhi Jue's surroundings in the form of thousands of wooden splinters—it was the Wooden Arrow Prison skill she had used before.

"You and your teammate,"

Liu Wu-dai looked at the fragmented Zhi Jue inside the prison, and said coldly, "Switched places."

"That's right."

Zhi Jue coughed and said, "I left some life-saving equipment in place. He should be far away by now, right? You...cough cough...can't catch up to him."

In fact, his relationship with the libationer wasn't deep. Even during the Tan Hua period, they were only nodding acquaintances.

He was willing to switch places with him entirely because his injuries were so severe that even micro-life potions couldn't heal them.

Even if no one cared about him, he would die naturally within minutes due to the excessive damage to various parts of his body.

What goes around comes around. Zhi Jue had this realization from the first day he became a player.

Moreover, his death wasn't meaningless—the libationer could replace him and continue to complete his unfinished mission.

"Cough cough, let's make a deal."

Zhi Jue looked up at the sky. Because he lacked a neck, he couldn't tilt his head. He could only stare blankly at the clear night sky and the full moon, and said, "Your name is Wu-dai, right?

The next generation heir of the Liu family, Liu Wu-dai.

Cough, your father, Liu Kejian, disappeared tonight, right? Along with those infected with the Tan Hua disease, he disappeared in the Special Affairs Bureau's stronghold."

Liu Wu-dai looked indifferent, her short bow aiming at Zhi Jue, who was paralyzed on the ground, taking more air out than in. "You're not from the Special Affairs Bureau."

Since the Liu family had turned to the Special Affairs Bureau, she often entered and exited various strongholds, and occasionally cooperated with the Mobile Task Force on some missions.

At least she knew most of the agents of the Yin City Mobile Task Force.

Just now, Liu Wu-dai had also used a triple-barreled telescope to confirm the other party's identity before daring to snipe, otherwise if she accidentally hit a task force agent, it would be a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King Temple.

"Of course not."

Zhi Jue spat blood and said laboriously, "But I know that when your father was taken away, the bookshelf in his single-person isolation cell was filled with Rousseau's *Confessions* and Montesquieu's *The Spirit of the Laws*. His bedside table had the jade pendant your mother gave him, and his last dinner was soy beef-flavored nutrient paste.

Am I right?"

Liu Wu-dai imperceptibly tightened her grip on the wooden short bow in her hand. Before carrying out the mission, she had specifically adjusted the internal surveillance video of the Special Affairs Bureau's stronghold, and the details were exactly the same as what Zhi Jue said.

"Cough cough,"

Zhi Jue coughed violently. Although the socket of his only remaining eye was already filled with blood, and he couldn't see the outside world at all, he seemed to be able to clearly see the subtle expressions on Liu Wu-dai's face.

"I...I can tell you his location..."

Zhi Jue said slowly, his voice getting lower and lower, his expression becoming more and more sluggish. His head tilted and he passed out.

Liu Wu-dai subconsciously wanted to get closer to see Zhi Jue's face clearly, but Li Ang suddenly raised his hand to stop her.

The next second, Zhi Jue's forehead suddenly burst, and a blood arrow shot out from it, silently attacking Liu Wu-dai's brow.

Having already been on guard, Liu Wu-dai raised a transparent golden shield barrier in front of her, blocking the blood-colored arrow.

Li Ang then pulled the trigger of the Barrett, hitting Zhi Jue's head with a bang, blasting his head into a pile of debris.

The gray-white world suddenly dissipated, and at the same time, a system prompt sounded,

[Player "Zhi Jue" has been killed by player "Li Risheng"]

Liu Wu-dai looked at Li Ang with some surprise. The latter rubbed his palms and smiled, "If I said it was a coincidence, would you believe it, Miss?"

Liu Wu-dai silently released the short bowstring and looked at this teammate whom she hadn't seen for a long time. "Your disguise is very good."

Li Ang waved his hand and said modestly, "That's natural. When I was short of money before, I often went to the zoo to put on a fur suit and pretend to be pandas, gorillas, and giraffes to earn money to supplement my family."

""Pandas and gorillas are aside for the moment, how exactly did you pretend to be a giraffe?

Familiar nonsense, familiar taste. Liu Wu-dai remembered everything.

At this moment, a sharp engine sound rang out in the far distance. Two helicopters painted with black paint slowly descended from a high altitude, and the searchlights placed on the edge of the cabin shook, aiming at the rooftop where the libationer had been.

The Special Affairs Bureau had arrived faster than expected.

"Let's go."

Liu Wu-dai didn't dwell on Li Ang's identity. She decisively canceled the Wooden Arrow Prison skill, held her short bow, and turned to run towards the northwest.

Li Ang put on rubber gloves, put the fragmented Zhi Jue's body on the ground into the backpack bar, and followed with Miss Chai.

Not far to the northwest, was the location of the two portions of Imperial Fluid indicated in the system prompt.

Liu Wu-dai and Li Ang, running and jumping on the top floors of various high-rise buildings, quickly arrived at their destination, and took away two pale ceramic bottles floating in mid-air on a hotel rooftop.

[Special item Imperial Fluid 2 has been acquired by player "Wu-dai"]

Liu Wu-dai directly threw a bottle to Li Ang, and they each activated their stealth skills, sliding down the outer walls of the high-rise buildings to a dark alley.

After landing, Liu Wu-dai put away her short bow, and Li Ang also took off the Cape of Justice, put the cape and Qing'e Armor into his backpack,

They walked out of the alley shoulder to shoulder, tidied up their slightly messy clothes, and walked towards the red i that had been parked on the side of the road with normal expressions.