Chapter 1393
If I kill them all, no one will know I infiltrated!
"He's from TPC! Kill him!"
The remaining cult members finally organized themselves, and seven or eight of them, armed with machetes and modified stun batons, surrounded them from all sides.
Cui Ming hung the raven on his backpack, pulled out the Killer shotgun with his backhand, and at the same time took out a sticky bomb from his waist, bit off the safety with his teeth, and threw it towards the densest part of the crowd.
The sticky bomb slammed into a cultist's chest with a sharp crack, like a giant piece of chewing gum stuck to his body.
Cui Ming pulled the trigger of the shotgun.
boom!
The sticky bomb was hit and detonated instantly, blowing three or four people around it into pieces that flew everywhere.
Fragments of flesh and robes were plastered on the wall, sizzling as they were heated by the flames.
Cui Ming crossed the fire, the shotgun barrel so hot he could barely hold it. He threw the gun to his left hand and pulled out a flamethrower from his thigh with his right.
Pull the trigger.
A fire dragon spewed out, the temperature so high that it distorted the air.
Two cultists who attempted to ambush from the side were licked by the flames and instantly turned into human torches. They screamed and ran around the hall, finally crashing into the wall and sliding down softly, turning into two charred lumps.
The last cultist huddled behind the altar, clutching the human skin drum in his hands, trembling like a leaf.
"Please, please don't kill me. I know information about the Night Race."
Cui Ming walked up to him, looking down at him with the gaze one would give a piece of meat on a chopping board.
"I know."
Cui Ming said.
Then he lifted his foot and stomped on the human skin drum, crushing the drumhead and the person's hands along with it.
The cult members let out heart-wrenching screams.
Cui Ming didn't give him a chance to continue yelling. He swung the entrenching tool downwards, and the howling stopped abruptly.
The hall fell silent.
All that remained was the crackling of the flames and the dripping of blood as it flowed down the steps.
After looking around and confirming that there were no survivors, Cui Ming took out a metal can from his backpack, unscrewed the cap, and sprinkled the white powder inside evenly on each corpse.
That's a highly corrosive inactivating agent, specifically designed for remnants that may contain alien parasites.
After doing all this, Cui Ming walked to the door and took out his communicator.
"Ahui, you're done cleaning up."
His voice was calm, and his breathing was steady, as if he had just finished a routine chore.
"There are twelve cultist corpses in the stronghold, as well as several civilian bodies that were sacrificed. Notify logistics to collect the bodies."
"Are you OK?"
Megumi's voice came through the communicator, trembling slightly.
"fine."
Cui Ming glanced at his blood-stained sleeve and frowned.
"My clothes are dirty, I need to wash them when I get home."
He hung up the call, put the entrenching tool back into his backpack, and turned to disappear into the night.
The fire in the monastery was still burning, reducing the human skin drums and bone flutes to ashes, along with those inhuman cultists, to dust off the face of the earth.
In Cui Ming's view, this was the fate they deserved.
Those who betray humanity need no trial; they should be killed on the spot.
This is the rule for Storm One.
Choi ordered TPC to come and clean up.
He stood on the perimeter of the monastery, watching the support vehicles drive in, their headlights tearing the night in several places.
People in protective suits went in and out, carrying the bodies and evidence onto the vehicles. No one asked a question, and no one dared to look at Cui Ming for more than a second.
He leaned against the wall, and after the last car drove away, he turned and went back into the still-smoking monastery. There was still blood on the ground, but the bodies had been cleared away, leaving only an empty hall and a few charred walls.
Cui Ming opened his backpack and began taking things out.
First, there was a row of high-intensity light emitters. He fixed one every two meters along the cracks in the wall and the window frames, all angled towards the center of the hall, where Abbas was most likely to appear.
The races of the night fear bright light. Their eyes can see clearly in the dark, but they will be instantly blinded by bright light, and their skin may even be burned.
Cui Ming adjusted the transmitter's power, setting the output to maximum to ensure that the entire hall was as bright as day when it was activated, leaving no place for even a shadow to hide.
Next came the ultraviolet flashbangs. He placed three under the altar ruins, connected by a remote control wire. As long as Abbas approached that area, Cui Ming would detonate them.
These flashbangs not only emit a blinding light, but also emit strong ultraviolet radiation, which has a deadly burning effect on the skin of nocturnal creatures.
He had hung adhesive netting on the beams in the ceiling. The transparent adhesive was almost invisible in the dark. Once triggered, the high-pressure gas canister would spray the adhesive down, turning the intruder into a mummy.
On the floor, Cui Ming had laid a layer of conductive powder disguised as dust, which was connected to a hidden high-voltage electric grid. As long as you stepped on it, a current of 100,000 volts would run through your entire body.
Automatic turrets were also buried in the corners of the walls, their muzzles pointed at the four entrances to the hall. Infrared sensors flashed faint red in the shadows, like a group of eyes waiting for their prey.
He even filled the ventilation ducts with suffocating gas, which would escape from all sides once the door was closed, turning the inside into a suffocating tomb.
Finally, Cui Ming placed a chair in the center of the hall, sat down, crossed his legs, and held the entrenching tool still stained with blood in his hand.
He glanced at his watch.
There are still four hours until dawn.
If Abbas is going to come, he will definitely choose this time.
Cui Ming closed his eyes and began to wait.
His breathing was steady, and his heartbeat was slow, like a wolf lying in the snow.
The trap has been set; now all we need to do is wait for the Night Races to walk in.
Don't they want soldiers?
Let them see how Earthlings treat their guests.
When Asuka's communication came through, Choi Myung was leaning against the broken wall of the monastery, checking the trap's wiring.
Her voice came through the communicator, tinged with barely suppressed anxiety.
"Cui! How's the situation over there? Do you need me to come help?"
Without looking up, Cui Ming tapped the detonator lightly with his palm.
"Need not."
His voice was calm, like a stone thrown into a deep well.
"Stand by, for now."
Asuka seemed to want to say something more, but there was a burst of static on the other end of the communication.
"But."
"No buts."
Cui Ming interrupted her, his tone carrying an undeniable impatience.
"This is an order."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the infrared sensor flashing in the darkness.
"Abbas prefers the night. Too many people will only alert him. Keep quiet and wait for my signal."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the communication line, followed by Asuka's muffled response.
".clear."
Cui Ming hung up the call and tucked the communicator back into his waistband.
He sat back down in the chair, entrenching tool in hand, his eyes as deep as two wells.
One person is enough.
Too many people will only get in the way. (End of Chapter)