Chapter 580
A chilling aura, suppressing the container.
Chapter 580 A chilling aura, suppressing the container.
"Click-click-click!"
Almost simultaneously, the seemingly relaxed dozens of soldiers around them instantly went into battle mode.
The clanging of metal as the bolts were pulled rang out, and the dark muzzles of the guns quickly turned, locking onto Fang Cheng and the vehicles in front and behind.
The female officer, who was about to let them pass, suddenly trembled and turned pale.
Almost instinctively, she took two steps back, her right hand frantically reaching for the quickdraw holster at her waist.
The kindness in his eyes was replaced by fear, and he almost bumped into the guardrail next to him because of his exaggerated movements.
The male soldier protecting her tightened his grip on the trigger, waving his gun wildly at the vehicle in front of them, and shouted sternly:
"Don't move! Hands behind your heads, all of you sit still in the car!"
The alarm on the walkie-talkie kept coming in.
The barrier gate slammed down with a loud "thud," and the roadblock was completely closed once again.
The atmosphere at the scene instantly became so tense that it was on the verge of exploding.
Just then, a muffled rumble came from the sky, like thunder approaching from afar.
Fang Cheng looked up.
Three black dots appeared in the distance below the clouds, gradually growing larger.
Those were three armed helicopters painted in iron gray.
The 30mm cannon mounted under the fuselage gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the rocket pods on both sides were as dense as honeycombs.
They flew in at low altitude in a triangular formation, clearly a mobile support force of the military.
Citizens stuck in traffic were so frightened that they huddled in their seats, not daring to breathe or complain, for fear of being accidentally hit by stray bullets.
Fang Cheng kept his hands on the steering wheel, his face perfectly conveying surprise and tension.
Like everyone else, he behaved like an ordinary citizen who was stunned by the scene.
But beneath his seemingly panicked expression, his brain was working calmly and rapidly.
The pupil test was clearly passed smoothly.
The device did not sound an alarm, and the female officer confirmed that he was a "normal human being."
Given this premise, why did the "hunting dog" react more violently than before?
You must understand that although your body is incredibly strong, it is all thanks to hard training that you have been able to grow stronger.
He is neither a vampire nor any mutated monster, nor has he received any drugs or undergone any physical enhancement modifications.
Even the officially defined concept of "extraordinary person" is difficult to fully apply to a cultivator like him.
In fact, Fang Cheng and the murderer Bai Xiao in the official files are not the same kind of people at all.
How could that monster smell his scent from so far away?
Unless... it doesn't smell "human".
Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly as he subtly glanced at the blue sports bag on the passenger seat.
Inside the inner compartment of the handbag lay the blood-red demon mask, lying quietly.
In an instant, a flash of inspiration struck him.
It's a mask!
The monster, trained as a "search dog," was not sensing its own scent.
Rather, it was the lingering, heavy stench of blood that remained on that mask, a scent that had emanated from countless lives slaughtered.
It even sensed the lingering, terrifying aura that had persisted since the fierce battle in the inner world that night.
That was the aura of the "Lord of Slaughter".
This is the only reason that can explain why the monster reacted so frantically.
Now that we've identified the root cause, the rest is much easier.
Fang Cheng glanced at the scene of heavy troops gathered outside, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes slightly.
The hustle and bustle of the real world receded quickly like the receding tide, replaced by a vast and boundless light.
His consciousness instantly descended into the inner world.
Beneath my feet lies that familiar isolated island, where a magnificent golden palace stands, surrounded by a surging sea of clouds.
Originally, a blazing sun would always hang here, illuminating all things, sacred and solemn.
But at this moment, beneath this incomparably sacred golden radiance, there was a faint, nauseating smell of rust.
That was the stench of slaughter and bloodshed, trying to seep out from the dark corners of the isolated island and quietly encroach upon this pure realm.
Fang Cheng hovered in mid-air, his brows slightly furrowed, and spoke in a deep voice:
"come out!"
He raised his hand and waved it, and the golden sunlight behind him suddenly disappeared.
Instead, a huge and eerie blood-red full moon appeared.
It leaped out of the sea of clouds without warning and hung high in the sky.
In an instant, the entire interior world seemed to be splashed with a layer of sticky red paint.
The golden palace turned dark red, and the once peaceful sea of clouds turned into a sea of blood as it churned.
A faint, violent, and bloodthirsty spiritual fluctuation permeated the air.
This is the true face of that "demon mask".
It was never a simple inanimate object, but a container that carried countless resentments and murderous intents.
Even when Fang Cheng wasn't wearing it, the spiritual radiation it emitted was still like a lighthouse in the dark.
In the vast sea of people, for those who are naturally sensitive and different, they are so dazzling that they cannot be ignored.
Fang Cheng landed on the obsidian-paved plaza and looked up at the blood moon that was trying to take over the reins.
"I was busy dealing with the mess in real life and didn't have time to deal with you, but you've already caused me trouble."
He snorted coldly, and in a flash, he appeared on the golden throne deep inside the hall.
He then sat down with a flourish, placed his hands on the armrests, and a thought crossed his mind.
Rumble!
In an instant, the entire inner world seemed to come alive.
Endless golden waves of light surged in from all directions.
Immediately afterwards, they transformed into countless tangible shackles, binding the blood moon in the sky.
Fang Cheng's eyes burned with a scorching flame, and he had already made a decision in his heart.
Since you can't hide it, then I'll completely suppress you until you don't dare to reveal even a trace of your presence.
Or even, just destroy it outright!
A creaking sound, like glass being pressed, came from the sky.
The once invincible blood moon began to tremble slightly.
It rebelled, releasing an even more ferocious red light, attempting to break free of the golden shackles.
But in the face of Fang Cheng's absolute will to dominate, such resistance seemed particularly pale and powerless.
The once full moon began to collapse and compress inward.
It was like a man-made lunar eclipse.
The full moon turned into a half-moon, and the half-moon into a waning moon.
Finally, it was compressed into a thin, crimson arc, trembling at the very edge of this world.
The light had dimmed to an extreme, clearly indicating that it had been suppressed to the brink of destruction.
A trembling thought of begging for mercy and submission entered Fang Cheng's mind.
It was utterly terrified, afraid of this completely untempted man, and even more afraid that it would be completely obliterated and vanish into nothingness.
"remember."
Fang Cheng sat high on his throne, his voice echoing like thunder throughout the space, exuding an undeniable domineering authority:
"From this day forward, you are a weapon in my hands."
"I won't let you move, so you'd better behave yourself and stay still. If you dare to reveal your presence again..."
At this point, his eyes shone with a brilliant golden light that resounded throughout the heavens and earth:
I'll grind you into dust!
The crimson crescent moon trembled violently and instantly withdrew all its light.
Its obedient appearance is like that of a tamed vicious dog.
Fang Cheng nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand to disperse the blood-red sky.
The sun shines again, its golden rays bathing the earth.
At this moment, the aura of that demon mask had been compressed to its limit, sealed within the deepest cage of consciousness.
Let alone that brain-dead hunting dog, even if a real vampire prince came, he absolutely wouldn't be able to smell a thing through the car door.
Get it done.
With a slight thought, Fang Cheng's consciousness instantly detached from the inner world. In reality, a fierce wind howled, and dust flew everywhere.
Three armed helicopters were hovering less than 100 meters overhead.
The enormous rotors churned up the airflow, sending fallen leaves and trash flying everywhere.
The trees in the median strip shook violently, their branches and leaves almost breaking under the weight.
The male soldier nervously raised his gun and stared at Fang Cheng and the others.
Cold sweat trickled down the edge of my helmet and dripped into my eyes, but I didn't dare blink.
The female officer next to her gripped her pistol tightly with both hands, her face deathly pale.
It felt as if, at any moment, a bloodthirsty monster would leap out of these cars and wreak havoc.
The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense.
At this critical moment, a surprised and bewildered exclamation suddenly came through the earpieces of all the soldiers:
"what?"
Then came another incredulous question:
"What's going on... the hound isn't responding?"
Meanwhile, inside the armored personnel carrier behind the roadblock.
The monster, which had been pounding the floor and roaring like a mad dog, now seemed to have had its spine suddenly removed.
It lay on the cold iron plate, whimpering softly, burying its ferocious head deep between its paws.
Its body was curled up in a ball, trembling, and there was no longer any fierce aura. Instead, it exuded a strange quiet and obedient feeling.
The carriage was deathly silent.
Old Xie and Little Wu stared at each other, looking quite embarrassed.
"This……"
Xiao Wu swallowed hard and pointed at the limp, ball-shaped monster on the ground:
"Old Xie, is it... out of power?"
Old Xie's lips twitched, and he reached out and kicked the monster's butt.
The other party just grunted and didn't even bother to move.
"Damn it, this is a ghost!"
Old Xie scratched his messy hair, looking constipated.
"Was it just having a brain fart? Or was it starving and throwing a tantrum?"
This is absolutely outrageous.
Because of that beast's roar, armed helicopters were urgently dispatched from outside, and there are even follow-up troops rushing over here.
And now this thing is actually out of commission for me?
"This is the inspection team. Confirm the situation immediately."
Through the earpiece came the female officer's furious, questioning voice:
"Xie Daguo! What are you up to? Military matters are not child's play, speak up!"
With a pained expression, Lao Xie pressed the communicator and stammered an explanation:
"Um... Team Leader Liu, the situation is a bit... a bit complicated. The hunting dog... it seems to be asleep."
"Asleep?!"
The female officer's voice suddenly rose eight octaves.
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Inside a Land Rover SUV.
Fang Cheng sat in the car, watching the female officer press her earpiece, her face turning pale and then red, as if she were arguing fiercely with the person inside.
He rolled up the car window a little, his eyes filled with innocence and confusion, and quietly watched the farce unfold.
The helicopter overhead was still buzzing, blowing everyone's hair around like a bird's nest.
With such a grand setup, if they end up missing something and it turns out to be a blunder, these people will be utterly humiliated.
Just then.
The male soldier who had been pointing his gun at Fang Cheng suddenly turned his gun around and shouted at his rear:
"Hey! You in the black jacket, what are you doing? Come back here!"
Fang Cheng was somewhat surprised and turned around to look.
Just four or five cars away, a man wearing a baseball cap and a black jacket was seen quietly opening the car door.
He lowered his head and walked quickly toward the guardrail of the overpass.
This man was burly and fast-moving, with every action exuding a sneaky and furtive air.
"Stop! Don't run, or we'll shoot!"
The male soldier's shout drew everyone's attention.
The man in the black jacket froze, then suddenly looked up, revealing a pair of sinister and violent eyes.
The next second, he showed no intention of surrendering; instead, he suddenly exerted force with his feet.
boom!
A cloud of smoke and dust exploded on the ground.
The person transformed into a black hurricane, moving at an astonishing speed, with explosive power far beyond what ordinary humans could possess.
He made only two leaps in the congested traffic before instantly reaching the guardrail.
Then, with a leap, he jumped directly off the 20-meter-high bridge, and after landing, he quickly disappeared into the intricate alleyways below.
"Holy crap, that's an Outcast!"
"Quick, after him! That guy is definitely up to something!"
"I knew hunting dogs wouldn't bark for no reason; the target is right there!"
The male soldier roared excitedly, as if he had grasped at a lifeline.
The dozens of soldiers who had been gathered around Fang Cheng instantly shifted their focus and rushed after the fleeing figure.
The three armed helicopters hovering overhead immediately lowered their noses, changed direction, and locked onto the target from the air.
Fang Cheng sat in the driver's seat, staring blankly at the scene.
Good guy.
Turns out, there really was a big fish hiding in this traffic jam!
Judging by his skills, he's at least a speed-enhancing type of superhuman.
I guess this guy also has a criminal record, and he's feeling guilty.
Seeing the helicopter flying over, they assumed it was coming for them, so they couldn't help but flee.
Fang Cheng gazed in the direction where the man had disappeared, silently offering his blessings to this unknown hero.
I hope you run fast and don't get caught.
With the main force leaving, the pressure at the intersection eased dramatically.
The female officer was clearly relieved; although she was a bit disheveled, at least she had found the person in question.
She straightened her wind-blown military cap and waved for the remaining soldiers to move the roadblocks:
"Let them pass, and direct traffic!"
The barrier setting immediately rose.
Fang Cheng started the car and slowly moved forward, following the car in front.
Just as they were about to pass through the checkpoint, someone suddenly knocked on the car.
"Wait a moment!"
Fang Cheng stepped on the brake, rolled down the window, and looked to the side.
The female officer came running over, slightly out of breath.
She held two documents in her hand and handed them through the car window, her face showing obvious apology and embarrassment.
"Sir, I'm sorry, it was too chaotic just now, and I forgot to return your ID to you."
The female officer looked at Fang Cheng's refined and handsome face, and then, recalling the brutal behavior of everyone pointing guns at him earlier, her cheeks flushed slightly.
"Did I scare you just now? I'm so sorry, but it's our duty during this special time."
Fang Cheng took the ID card and driver's license and casually put them in his pocket.
Then, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, gave the female officer a gentle and tolerant smile, and spoke in a clear voice:
"It's alright, sir. Catching the bad guys is more important. Be careful."
After saying that, he rolled up the car window and lightly pressed the accelerator.
The black Land Rover smoothly drove past the intersection ahead, leaving the noise behind completely in the wind.
(End of this chapter)