Chapter 1392
Infiltration and Assassination
Cui Ming sat in the command room, holding a newly declassified intelligence report in his hand, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a pile of moldy garbage.
The cult's madmen had extended their reach further than he had imagined, even managing to hook up with the Standelians.
On Standal, the Raeder and Abobbas races respectively rule the day and night, and are locked in a fierce battle for planetary dominance. Now they have come to Earth to recruit soldiers.
The cult was quite generous, sending over all the remaining fanatics they had suppressed over the years. Those lunatics, their minds fried and looking for a place to vent their frustrations, were easily fooled by the aliens and immediately began to see themselves as interstellar mercenaries.
For both sides, this is indeed a high-quality unit. Zealots are fearless, obedient, and have antisocial tendencies, making them perfect cannon fodder.
So both races were planning to take action. The Night Races of Abobbas had the biggest appetite; they not only wanted the madmen provided by the cult, but also planned to kidnap some ordinary people from the streets to fill the quota.
Redell's side was slightly more respectable; they wanted to try hiring Earthlings, offering some benefits in exchange for a few capable fighters.
In short, both sides are preparing for war, treating the Earth as a human resource market.
Cui Ming slammed the intelligence report on the table.
"Why kidnap them? Aren't there mercenaries in the universe? Have these Night Races lost their minds?"
He stood up and paced around the command room, as if suppressing the urge to draw his gun.
"It's not that we can't accept hiring on Earth, as long as they can provide technology, and it's a fair trade where everyone gets what they need. We can even help them train soldiers. But kidnapping? That's suicide."
Megumi walked over with a glass of water and placed it beside him, her gaze sweeping over the intelligence report.
"Abbas probably felt that hiring people was too costly, and that it would be faster to just arrest them directly."
"quick?"
Cui Ming sneered, pressing his palm on the table, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"They don't know there's an organization called TPC on Earth? They don't know there's a team called the Victory Team? They know even less."
He paused, his eyes as deep as two wells.
"There's a guy called Storm One who hates nothing more than scum who kidnap their own people."
Megumi looked at him, her lips twitching slightly, but her tone remained calm.
"So how do you plan to handle this? Should we attack the Abobbas first, or deal with both races at once?"
"Take down the most arrogant one first."
Cui Ming picked up his water glass and took a sip, his movements as quick as if he were completing a task.
"Since Abobasi dared to reach out, then chop off their hands. Put Redell on hold for now. If they know what's good for them and are willing to sit down and discuss hiring, then let's talk. If they also want to follow Abobasi's example..."
He put the cup down with a crisp sound.
"Then bury them together."
Megumi nodded, saying nothing more, but simply reached out to straighten his collar.
"I'll go gather some people. Be careful yourself. Abbas is lurking in the shadows and hard to find."
"Hard to find?"
A cold smile appeared on Cui Ming's lips.
"They want fanatics, don't they? Then use those lunatics as bait, send a few out and let them take the bait themselves."
Megumi paused for a moment, then sighed helplessly.
"Are you going to use someone as bait again?"
“Those cult members are just making use of waste.”
Cui Ming's voice was as calm as if he were discussing today's weather.
“Instead of letting them waste food in prison, let’s make one last contribution to the earth, lure Abbas out, and then…” He made a clenching motion in the air, as if he were crushing something.
"To capture them all in one fell swoop."
Megumi looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, but in the end she just nodded.
"I'll arrange it."
"Ah."
Cui Ming sat back down in his chair, his gaze falling on the darkening sky outside the window.
Don't the Night Races prefer to be active in the dark?
Then let them see what a true night hunter is like.
The cult and the Night Race are preparing to cooperate.
However, before the cult and the Night Race could cooperate, Cui Ming had already gone to the cult.
He charged in single-handedly and killed all the cultists inside.
These guys are inhuman!
Cui Ming set off late at night.
He didn't bring anyone from the Victory Team with him, only carrying an EDF-style combat backpack, a Killer shotgun tucked into his waistband, and an entrenching tool made with Star Guide armor technology. He made his way to the outskirts of the cult stronghold all by himself.
It was an abandoned monastery, its walls peeling and its windows dark and gaping, like a rotting mouth.
There were two cult members on guard at the entrance, dressed in black robes and holding modified stun batons, smoking in the shadows.
Cui Ming climbed over the side of the wall and landed like a leaf, without making a sound.
He moved close to the wall, his footsteps making no sound as he stepped on the broken glass.
Before the first cultist on lookout could react, Cui Ming had already circled behind him, covered his mouth with his left hand, and with his right hand, he slashed across the throat with the entrenching tool.
Blood splattered on the wall, making a soft rustling sound.
The second sentry heard the commotion and had just turned around when Cui Ming's entrenching tool flew out of his hand, spinning and smashing into his face.
The sound of the skull cracking was muffled, like stepping on a watermelon.
Cui Ming walked over, pulled the entrenching tool from the corpse's face, wiped the blood on his robe, and then pushed open the monastery door.
The main hall is inside the door.
A dozen or so cult members stood in a circle, with the human skin drum in the center. Dark red patterns still remained on the drumhead. Next to it were several disemboweled corpses, clearly having just undergone some kind of ritual.
Cui Ming stood at the door, glanced around, and his eyes showed no emotion.
He raised his hand, pulled the Raven from the side of his backpack, and pulled the trigger.
Da da da da da!!
Gunshots rang out in the empty hall, sending dust flying from the ceiling.
The three cult members in the front row fell backward like wheat cut down by a sickle, their chests ripped open with bloody holes the size of bowls.
The remaining cultists jumped up like madmen, some grabbing weapons, others touching the human skin drum, letting out sharp howls.
Cui's orders did not stop.
He fired as he walked forward, bullets raining down like a storm, shattering the pillar on his left and sending pebbles flying. The two cultists hiding behind him were covered in blood from the piercing stone fragments and ricochets, and twitched on the ground.
A leader-like figure dressed in a red robe raised a bone flute and was about to blow it.
Cui Ming raised his hand and fired a shot, shattering the bone flute along with half of the man's face.
The leader was thrown backward, knocking over a candlestick and spilling oil all over the floor, which then burst into flames. (End of Chapter)