Chapter 1 Sudden Assault

The Jìjiǔ could use the residual aura from the miniature surveillance camera to discern Li Ang's general direction.

The Reconnaissance Drone-Bees, modified using biological templates, could do the same.

Long before the Jìjiǔ and Zhíjué arrived, two Reconnaissance Drone-Bees that had detected the queen bee pheromones were surveying them from high altitude. Another Reconnaissance Drone-Bee flew back to Li Ang's side and used a circling dance to indicate the specific location and distance of the Jìjiǔ and Zhíjué.

Just now, Li Ang had been using the effects of the Shapeshifting Mask and the Míngyè Cloak to conceal his aura, hiding in the narrow groove below the edge of the rooftop, all for this moment of a sudden attack coordinated with Chái Cuìqiào.

The enhancement provided by the Qīng'é Armor wasn't enough to help Miss Chái completely see the bullet's trajectory, but it did allow her to clearly see the direction of the Jìjiǔ's gun barrel and the action of pulling the trigger.

Just as the Jìjiǔ pulled the trigger, attempting to teleport away, Miss Chái, who had flipped up from below the rooftop, directly placed her palm in the direction the gun was pointing, successfully intercepting the 0.357-inch revolver bullet.

These bullets themselves were made of ordinary materials. Although their power was astonishing enough to easily fell cattle, horses, lions, and elephants, in front of the exceptionally sturdy Qīng'é Armor, they couldn't even pierce her palm. They could only be easily grasped and held in her hand.

This led to the difficult situation the Jìjiǔ now faced—he was standing in Miss Chái's palm, his ankles firmly gripped, unable to escape.

And Li Ang, draped in his cloak of righteousness, was attacking him with the tri-edged bone-tipped spear.

The long spear swept over, further restricting the use of the revolver in the Jìjiǔ's hand. Even if he fired directly, he wouldn't be able to activate the teleportation effect and would only waste a bullet.

To make matters worse, Miss Chái directly activated the petrification effect of the Qīng'é Armor, releasing petrifying energy that continuously eroded the Jìjiǔ's ankles, solidifying his pants and shoes into sturdy stone.

If this continued, his entire foot would turn into a lump of stone.

'You're forcing my hand!'

The Jìjiǔ's face contorted, his eyes bloodshot. With a flip of his right hand, he took out a slender steel nail, like a rapier, from his inventory, blocking the tri-edged bone-tipped spear sweeping toward his ear. He then activated a skill, causing five or six steel nails to appear out of thin air in front of the rapier.

These steel nails were jet black, more than two meters long, and their tips shone with a cold, sharp light. They pointed in Li Ang's direction, briefly paused, charged up, and stood ready to shoot out at any moment.

One of the Jìjiǔ's skills was to create and launch steel nails with the power of sniper rifle bullets.

And with the amplification of a Fine quality rapier in his hand, he could fire nails over two meters long, whose power far surpassed ordinary heavy crossbows, not even inferior to modern artillery shells.

'The dispelling and control effects of the [Purification Edict] only last for three seconds. After three seconds, regardless of my condition, all the injuries and control skills I've suffered during this period will erupt again, and cause additional psionic damage to myself.'

The Jìjiǔ used the steel nails to temporarily force Li Ang back, causing the latter to spin his spear and sweep away all the steel nails temporarily suspended in mid-air.

At the same time, the Jìjiǔ reversed the rapier, pointing the tip downwards at Miss Chái, who was holding his ankle, and aimed it at the Qīng'é Armor helmet she was wearing.

This high-ranking member of the Tán Huā Organization wasn't stupid. If this red and white armor was really the original Stand, Platinum Star, as the other party claimed, he would probably be bombarded into a pulp by a series of heavy punches in a single exchange.

This red and white armor was likely some kind of low-intelligence golem puppet controlled by someone.

Golems were indeed tough and sturdy, but they generally had energy cores inside their bodies. As long as the energy core was shattered, most golem puppets would fall into stasis.

The Fine quality steel nail rapier in the Jìjiǔ's hand, in addition to firing the nails he created, also had a built-in "magic-breaking" attribute. As long as it could directly hit the top of the golem puppet's head, it could directly destroy the golem's energy core.

Clang—

Miss Chái didn't dodge or evade. With one hand gripping his ankle, she casually pried off a large chunk of rooftop concrete mixed with rebar, and swung it at the Jìjiǔ from below.

Not only did she knock the rapier off course, but she also used the recoil to split the skin on the Jìjiǔ's hand.

Before the Jìjiǔ could make any effective defense, the large chunk of reinforced concrete continued its momentum, directly hitting his chest, smashing him against the outer wall of the building, and slamming his head into the brick at the edge of the rooftop.

"Thud!"

The Jìjiǔ's head suffered a heavy blow, his vision went black, and the steel nail rapier in his hand almost fell.

He wanted to fight back, but Miss Chái directly grabbed his neck and applied force, punching his face again and again, breaking his nose and knocking out his teeth, leaving him a bloody mess.

Li Ang also reached out and hooked onto the groove below the edge of the rooftop, and with his other hand, he took out a Barrett sniper rifle, aimed at the Jìjiǔ's temple from a distance, and pulled the trigger.

At such a close range, let alone a mere human, even a layer of homogeneous steel plate could be easily pierced.

Bang—

A muffled gunshot rang out in the high altitude, but it did not reach the ears of the pedestrians below.

Using his telescope, Liǔ Wú Dài, who was watching the scene below the rooftop, was stunned to find a talisman-like yellow paper floating next to the Jìjiǔ's temple.

The yellow paper seemed thin and soft, easily torn with a light tear.

But it stood impartially in front of the heavy bullet, remaining unmoved no matter how the bullet spun and advanced, fluttering fiercely as it slowly enveloped the bullet, and automatically burned, turning into ashes, and dissolving into the night wind.

This talisman was given to the Jìjiǔ by a Tán Huā high-level official before he carried out the mission, and there were five in total, which were extremely precious.

Its effect was to help the user withstand five life-threatening attacks (the strength of the attack could not be too strong, and the range could not be too wide).

Originally, these five talismans should have been the Jìjiǔ's trump cards to be kept for the final moment, but unexpectedly, one-fifth of them would be consumed on this occasion.

The Jìjiǔ should have been angry. As a high-ranking member of the Tán Huā Organization with various powerful props, he had no reason to be forced into a desperate situation by this inexplicable combination of enemies.

Bang, bang—

Li Ang's eyes were as cold as ice, completely unaffected by the talisman. He continued to hang below the rooftop, constantly pulling the trigger towards the Jìjiǔ's neck.

He could also see that the talisman probably had the ability to protect the user from harm, but this kind of powerful prop generally had equally exaggerated restrictions, and it was absolutely impossible to maintain invincibility for a long time.

Just keep attacking.

Two heavy bullets struck the Jìjiǔ's neck one after the other, both blocked by the yellow paper talisman, but the Jìjiǔ was not happy at all.

The three seconds of the [Purification Edict] had ended, and its side effects instantly erupted, returning the previously healed shoulder injury (pierced by Liǔ Wú Dài's arrow), the suffocation of the [Drowning Assassination Technique], plus additional psionic damage.

"Pfft!"

The Jìjiǔ's left shoulder was directly torn open with a huge gash, and he spewed out a fountain of water mixed with blood from his mouth. His whole body bent backwards like a shrimp, curling up into a ball.

But his fingers were already resting on a remote control-like device button.

Since he couldn't escape, let's die together. At least, Zhíjué can live on. There is still hope of fulfilling the prophecy.