Chapter 1394
, Level 2: Continuing the Assassination
Choi Myung also knew that Asuka wanted to help him.
He sat in the chair, remained silent for a few seconds, then took out his communicator from his pocket and began rapidly tapping on the screen.
"Thank you, I'll take you on a date when we get back."
After sending the message, he tucked the communicator back into his waistband and his gaze returned to the flashing trap indicator light in the darkness.
On the other end, Asuka looked at the text on the screen, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.
She had been holding back her anger, feeling that Cui Ming was treating her as a burden again, but that displeasure vanished instantly.
Asuka also knew that Choi Myung was like this when he was working.
Being able to send myself a message is already a great privilege.
She pressed the communicator to her chest, as if to preserve the warmth of those words, then took a deep breath, sat back in her seat, and stared intently at the monitor screen.
"Waiting for you to come back."
She whispered something, so softly that only she could hear it.
Cui Ming in the monastery didn't hear it, but he seemed to sense something, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Then his eyes turned cold again, like two quenched knives.
Length of night.
The prey has not yet arrived.
Cui Ming sat in the chair, having already checked his watch seventeen times.
His patience was dwindling at a visible rate, like a kettle of water boiling dry, the bottom of which began to hiss dangerously.
"If you don't come soon..."
He muttered something under his breath, rubbing his palm against the handle of the entrenching tool.
"I'll go to their lair."
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint sound came from outside the monastery.
It sounded like some kind of giant insect crawling on the wall, its claws scraping against the bricks, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.
Cui Ming's eyes changed.
He slowly sat up straight, placed the entrenching tool horizontally on his knees, and rested his fingers on the button next to the detonator.
coming.
The door was kicked open, and three dark blue figures swept in like a gust of wind.
Abobbas, a race of the night, have eyes that glow red in the darkness, like six blood-red lanterns.
They thought the night was their domain.
They thought the abandoned monastery was a safe haven.
They assumed there were only a few cult members waiting to be handed over inside.
then.
The first Abbas stepped on the conductive powder at the doorway.
A current of 100,000 volts surged from the soles of its feet to the top of its head in an instant, illuminating the entire hall with a blinding blue-white arc of electricity.
"Gaa ...
The Abbas let out a shrill, distorted scream, its body thrashing wildly like an electrocuted frog. Its deep blue skin turned an eerie bright purple in the electric light, and its hair or hair-like things stood on end, like an exploded mop.
Before the other two Abbas could react, the hidden high-intensity light emitters on the ceiling activated simultaneously.
boom!!!
The entire hall was as bright as the midday sun, no, even more dazzling, because the light was direct and had a strong flickering effect.
"My eyes!!! My eyes!!!"
The second Abbas covered its eyes tightly with both hands, wisps of smoke rising from between its fingers. It stumbled backward, only to crash headfirst into a pillar, spinning itself around in place before slumping to the ground like a dead fish.
The third Abbas was a little smarter; it sensed something was wrong and turned to jump out the window.
However, the ultraviolet flash bombs beneath the altar were remotely detonated by Cui Ming.
boom! boom! boom!
Three muffled thuds followed, and purple light swept through the entire hall like a tidal wave.
The Abbas who was trying to escape was hit in the face with purple light, and his skin immediately sizzled like steak on a hot plate, emitting an unpleasant burnt smell.
"Hot hot hot hot hot hot!!!"
It howled and frantically slapped its face, only to step on a sticky net.
The high-pressure gas tank hissed, and transparent adhesive fell from the sky, covering it completely.
The adhesive was extremely tough; the more he struggled, the tighter it became. The man, Abbas, was like a moth caught in a spider's web, kicking wildly with his hands and feet, spewing out a string of curses that Cui Ming couldn't understand, but the collapse and despair in his tone didn't need translation.
The first one, Abbas, who was completely dizzy from the electric shock, finally recovered. It stood up unsteadily and was about to call for its companions when the automatic turret in the corner opened fire.
Da da da da da!!
Bullets rained down like a storm, sending dust and gravel flying everywhere.
Abbas was so frightened that it lay down again, rolling on the floor, clutching its head. Its dark blue body was chased by a hail of bullets, struggling to stay afloat, and it was hit several times in the rear, howling in pain. "Lie down! Everyone lie down!!!"
It shouted in its native language, its voice cracking.
The second one blinded by the bright light, Abbas, heard the leader's voice and instinctively lay down on the ground.
As it turned out, the spot where it lay was exactly where Cui Ming had set up the adhesive area.
Its face made intimate contact with the ground and then it got stuck.
"Ughhhhh!!!"
It tried to lift its head, but the adhesive sealed its nose and mouth, and it could only let out muffled whimpers, like a fish out of water.
Cui Ming sat in the chair without moving the entire time.
He watched the three Night Races struggle, scream, and collide with each other in the trap, his expression as calm as if he were watching a boring circus performance.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the detonator, then pressed the last button.
A sound of airflow coming from the ventilation duct came from inside.
then.
White, suffocating gas billowed out from all directions, like a thick fog, instantly filling the entire hall.
"Cough cough cough cough!!!"
The three Abbas coughed violently at the same time, tears and snot streaming down their faces. The one stuck in the glue choked so badly that its eyes rolled back and its body twitched inside the glue net.
"What...what is this?!"
The leader-like Abbas coughed and howled as it tried to use its last strength to rush toward Cui Ming, wanting to tear the human sitting in the chair watching the show to pieces.
But it had only taken two steps when it was hit again by the conductive powder on the ground.
The second round of electric shocks.
"Awooo—!!!"
It jumped up again, this time even higher than before, its head almost hitting the ceiling. When it landed, its limbs were spread out, like a flattened spider.
Cui Ming finally spoke.
His voice came from the thick fog, carrying a sense of impatient urgency.
"Only three?"
He frowned, his tone full of disdain.
"I thought a whole litter of them would come."
The leader, Abbas, lay on the ground, convulsing. His skin was charred black from the electric shock, and his eyes were scorched red by the bright light. His body was covered in glue and riddled with bullet holes. He raised his head and used his remaining vision to look at the human sitting in the chair.
"Who...who are you?"
Its voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows being pulled.
Cui Ming did not answer.
He stood up, slowly walked to the leader, and looked down at it with the same gaze one would give a wild dog that had fallen into a trap.
“Go back and tell your people.”
Cui Ming's voice was low, but every word was crystal clear.
"Earth does not hire mercenaries."
He paused, a cold smile curving his lips.
"Especially idiots like you who can't even walk through a door."
After saying that, Cui Ming raised his foot and stepped on the leader's head, cracking the floor.
The leader was so frightened that he almost fainted on the spot.
The other two Abbas weren't in much better shape. One was glued to a pillar like a blue abstract painting, while the other lay on the ground with his face blending into the ground, leaving only his buttocks trembling slightly.
Cui Ming withdrew his foot, turned around and walked back to the chair, picking up the communicator.
"Ah Hui, come and collect the corpses. No, come and collect the prisoners."
"All three are alive, but barely alive."
He glanced at the still-smoking hall and added a comment.
"Bring a few buckets of water to wash away the adhesive, otherwise the support staff will also be stuck to the ground."
After hanging up the communication, Cui Ming sat back down in his chair and looked at the three dying Abbas.
A race of the night?
That's all there is to it.
He closed his eyes and began to wait for dawn. (End of Chapter)