Chapter 705: 417, New Puppet

Dozens of people fired their guns simultaneously in this street less than ten meters wide, virtually creating a blanket of firepower where bullets sparked and chipped the buildings everywhere.

Yet, despite the intense gunfire, they never managed to hit Qing Chen and Capri.

It was like the metal storm under the steel dome of Cell 18–the first time it was activated, bullets poured down like heavy rain, yet not one touched Qing Chen.

Qing Chen and Capri moved as if they were shuttling through winding tunnels, with bullet-made tunnel walls on each side that meant certain death upon contact.

But they never died.

“It’s our turn,” Qing Chen said with a smile.

The moment they passed by a member of the Future, fresh blood suddenly spurted from the back of the member’s neck.

It was as if an unknown force was taking away their life.

The most terrifying knives are those unseen but felt.

The moment you feel it, the result could be death.

This time, the members of the Future coming after Qing Chen and Capri were not many to begin with; first, they were bombed by ‘Capri,’ precisely killing 35.

Now, they had to face the harvest facilitated by Puppet and Knight Vital Energy on this street.

However, what was even more terrifying was that after the Future members were sliced, they hadn’t even collapsed before they turned into dust and dispersed in the air.

Qing Chen kept harvesting, kept making sacrifices, so much so that where he passed, there was not a drop of blood or any trace left, as clean as if no one had ever died.

Puppeteer was abnormally excited, having moved from its initial resistance to delight in this moment.

If it has to become a knife, then let it be so. As long as there are enough offerings for it to evolve into a higher form, it was all good.

Delicious.

Abby said, “Kyle, go up there, they can’t hurt you!”

A C-Class member of the Future roared and turned his entire skin surface into hard rock, charging at Qing Chen.

But Qing Chen, nimble as ever, jumped onto the wall, gave a slight kick, and dodged the attack.

But this Future member was not so lucky. This time when Puppeteer sliced in, everyone saw the cuts on the C-Class Expert’s body, his skin cracking inch by inch like stone.

The members of the Future were terrified.

How sharp was this wire of the knife to even break through the defenses of a C-Class Awakener, known to be the toughest?!

It didn’t block even for a moment.

Kyle turned into dust as well.

Qing Chen and Capri didn’t even need to engage in close combat, nor could anyone slow their pace.

They wandered the dark streets, carrying invisible blades.

Abby knew it wasn’t good, this level of combat was hard to block without someone as skilled as Mike.

He wasn’t even sure if B-Class would be sufficient, or if an A-Class needed to personally come?

Nowadays, within each Time Traveler Organization, there was a chasm between A-Class and C-Class.

At the Awakener level, for most, the highest level they reached on their first Awakening was C-Class; reaching higher was a rarity only for the one in ten thousand born a genius.

At the Cultivator level, most traditions require over a decade to reach C-Class.

Among the Genetic Warriors, not enough time had passed to administer all the Genetic Potions.

Therefore, both B-Class and A-Class were as rare as strategic resources in organizations today, truly the chosen ones.

Abby was only C-Class.

He knew this kind of momentary crushing situation could easily destroy morale.

Li Minghao was too cunning; he had picked such a clever time to harvest the mid-levels of the Future Organization.

Unless Mike could quickly free up his hands to support, there was no chance of turning around the current situation.

Yes, at this moment, Qing Chen was still bearing the appearance of Li Minghao, planning to frame him to the end…

This caused great confusion for Abby, as the intelligence reported that Li Minghao was not good at fighting, yet his combat performance was formidable.

The intelligence was wrong!

At that moment, Abby thought about a lot. The conspiracy of another indigenous Time Traveler Organization in North America, Capri undercover in the Future Organization, the alliance Li Minghao formed with another organization in North America, internally and externally colluding…

Everything, he seemed to figure it out, yet not completely.

His thoughts returned to the battlefield.

Abby knew that if they had enough people and they followed commands, they could definitely find a way to break the situation.

However, before he could come up with a solution, the Future members in front of him had already turned around and started running away.

People often say that a defeated army is like a falling mountain, not to describe how disheveled the defeated are, but that no one can stop the force of a collapsing mountain, no one can inspire those fleeing back to the battlefield.

Abby wanted to flee too, but he suddenly looked up at ‘Li Minghao’ and found the other’s gaze tightly locked on him.

It was over.

He knew what that look meant. The other was coming for him!

Abby turned and ran, switching his communication channel while running, “Mike! I’ve encountered Li Minghao over here!”

Mike, panting, “Do you need my support?”

Abby was silent for a few seconds, then calmly said, “No need, he’s already run away.”

On the long street, Abby stood rigidly, feeling his wrists encircled by seemingly weightless threads, becoming a puppet that could no longer act independently.

At this moment, his black friend finally understood why Capri had been so strange in recent days. He too was being controlled.

By the same method.

So, when was Capri controlled?

Abby suddenly realized, it must have been when the Arctic and the Radiant Trumpet met! But at that time, Deer Island and Jindai were not in the Greenland waters.

At one moment, Abby had a guess in his heart. Could it be that this Li Minghao was not the real Li Minghao?

But he could no longer share the answer in his heart with others.

Qing Chen had thought for a long time earlier. Jindai and Deer Island, along with other notable members of the Future Organization, had all hidden away, offering him no chance to pull the strings on two puppets.

But he quickly thought of a countermeasure, if he couldn’t find them, he would expose his whereabouts to make them come to him.

So, he waited for Abby.

By that time, all Qing Chen’s prior groundwork slowly began to show its powerful potential.

The advanced form of a Puppeteer, C-Class strength, meant he could control two C-Class experts, forming the basic structure of a Sword Array.

If he had only controlled two D-Class, facing an expert would still not be enough.

But after advancing to C-Class, if he controlled two C-Class, even facing a B-Class would allow him to battle head-on.

The quantitative change finally reached a qualitative change!

The next moment, Abby was also on the move, three figures intertwining as they began to chase and kill the remaining members of the Future Organization.

The members of the Future Organization were shocked. Was Abby also an undercover agent?!

In less than five minutes, the few remaining members of the Future Organization were chased down, killed, and memorialized.

Qing Chen did not linger in the battlefield, he turned and quickly left with two puppets, turning off Abby’s phone and disposing of it to avoid being tracked.

He had indeed considered using Abby to infiltrate the enemy’s ranks, but with so many from the Future Organization dead, it was impossible to explain, so it was better to be cautious and have Abby do some other tasks.

No sooner had he left than Mike, who had finished the battle, arrived at the scene.

Mike, having heard Abby’s conversation earlier, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it seemed, feeling that Abby’s speech was a bit peculiar.

But now, looking at the deserted long street with no bloodstains, no corpses, only the debris traces on the ground and walls from gunshots, it seemed as if the battle had barely started before it ended, with no casualties.

It really looked like after a brief exchange of fire, one side quickly withdrew.

Mike switched to the communication channel Abby had used, but found it ominously silent, no one speaking a word.

He then called Abby’s phone, only to find it had been turned off.

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That’s all for today, consider it a day off, writing ten thousand words a day is too much for someone with my lack of skill, I need to adjust my state intermittently.