Chapter 1396
Cui Ming: I'm Very Bad
Cui Ming raised the twisted hammer high in his right hand, the dark red bloodstains sticking to the metal protrusion gleaming viscously in the firelight.
He stared at the Abbas chief's tilted head as if he were looking at a walnut waiting to be cracked.
The communicator on his waist suddenly exploded, the piercing crackling of electricity tearing through the bloody atmosphere of the monastery.
"..."
Cui Ming clicked his tongue, took out his communicator with his left hand, and kept his eyes locked on the leader.
"Hey."
"Cui Ming, can you hear me?" Sawai's voice came through the communicator, hoarse with the characteristic sound of long-distance communication. "Don't smash that guy's head yet, the research department wants him alive."
Cui Ming tilted his head, the twisted hammer hovering in mid-air without falling.
"Alive?" He asked in a flat voice, as if confirming a takeout order. "Are you sure? These Night Race members are tough nuts to crack; interrogating them is much more troublesome than just smashing them to death."
"That's why I came to you." Zejing paused, as if he already knew what kind of person Cui Ming was. "You have many tricks up your sleeve, so it doesn't matter if you cripple him, as long as he's still alive and can speak."
Cui Ming remained silent for two seconds.
Then he suddenly laughed.
The smile appeared particularly cheerful in the firelight, yet it sent chills down the spine of the kneeling leader.
“Sure.” Cui Ming slung the twisting hammer over his shoulder, the metal rod clanging against his armor. “This is the job I’d love to do. You should have told me sooner, I could have kept it and played with it slowly.”
He cut off the communication and looked down at the leader.
"Consider yourself lucky," Cui Ming said. "Your life is now in the hands of the research department."
Before the leader could even breathe a sigh of relief, Cui Ming had already made his move.
He swung his shovel horizontally with his left hand, the blade striking the leader's left knee like a slap.
With a sharp crack, the kneecap shattered into three pieces, and the leg broke inward at an odd angle.
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
The chieftain's screams echoed through the monastery, the sound waves sending dust plumes down from the dome.
Cui Ming remained expressionless, stepping on the leader's intact right shoulder with his right foot, and precisely smashed the twisting hammer down towards the right elbow joint.
boom!
The sound of bones cracking was like stepping on a bundle of dry firewood.
"Don't yell." Cui Ming flicked the scales and debris stuck to the hammerhead. "This is just the beginning."
He pulled out two syringes with a faint blue luster from his waist, squatted down, and inserted one into the leader's carotid artery and the other into his side waist.
The moment the potion was injected, the leader twitched twice, the dark red lines under his skin quickly faded, and his entire body became as limp as a lump of mud.
“Neuron blocker plus muscle relaxant.” Cui Ming patted the leader’s face, which was contorted with pain. “Don’t worry, you won’t die, you can’t run away, and you won’t even have the strength to bite your tongue.”
The three Abbas, who were half-dead from the torment of the trap, witnessed the whole thing. The light of survival in their eyes was completely extinguished, replaced by pure fear.
They lay on the ground, deliberately keeping their breathing soft, afraid of attracting Cui Ming's attention.
Cui Ming stood up, twirled the hammer in his palm, and glanced at the three defeated soldiers.
“You three…” he drawled.
The three Abbas shuddered simultaneously, one of them even letting out a whimper like a young animal.
"Forget it." Cui Ming waved his hand dismissively, as if he had lost interest. "Boring."
He took out another communicator and pressed the call button.
"Sawai, the goods are ready. Four items, one intact and three partially damaged." Cui Ming kicked the completely limp Abbas leader at his feet. "Send a vehicle to pick them up. Remember to bring restraint pods. These things are more troublesome than mad dogs."
"Thanks for your hard work."
“It wasn’t hard work.” Cui Ming looked at the dark blue body on the ground, the firelight illuminating the outline of his profile. “Next time there’s something like this, say so earlier, so I can be more careful with my actions.”
The night wind howled outside the monastery, dispelling the bloody smell seeping from the cracks in the door.
Cui Ming leaned against the broken stone pillar, his hand gripping the ground, quietly waiting for the research department's convoy to arrive.
The faint sound of an engine could be heard in the distance.
Cui Ming leaned against the broken stone pillar, his twisted hammer resting on the ground.
The blood clinging to the hammerhead was half-dried, emitting a faint, sweet, metallic scent in the night breeze.
The personal communicator on my waist vibrated.
He glanced at the screen, the coldness in his eyes, as if looking at an inanimate object, dissipating like the receding tide.
"Hey, Miyuki."
"Brother Cui Ming! Something strange has happened!" Miyuki's voice burst from the communicator, filled with an incredulous excitement. "That Sun Race you asked me to keep an eye on... that Standel alien..."
"Hmm, what happened to him?" Cui Ming spoke softly, as if afraid of startling the person on the other end of the communicator. "Tell me slowly, no rush."
“I can’t slow down at all! Do you know what he’s doing right now?” Miyuki took a breath and lowered her voice, as if afraid of disturbing some outrageous scene. “He’s helping an old lady pick up oranges! There are oranges all over the ground, and he’s squatting there putting them into his basket one by one. The old lady patted him on the shoulder and said thank you, and he was embarrassed!”
Cui Ming remained silent for two seconds.
"...Are you sure the telescope isn't broken?"
“It’s not broken! I checked three times! That bright white skin of the Sun Race was so bright under the streetlights it hurt my eyes, it’s definitely him!” Miyuki paused, then added, “And he even helped the old lady carry the basket to her doorstep, the house number is No. 7, Wutong Lane!” Cui Ming slowly straightened up.
The hammer spun in his palm, then clicked back into the buckle at his waist.
Send me your location.
"It's already been sent!"
"Wait there, don't come any closer, keep an observation distance." Cui Ming's tone remained gentle, but the end of his voice deepened. "I'll go and take a look myself."
"Understood! Brother Cui Ming, come quickly, this scene is too eerie, I feel very uncomfortable staring at it."
"You've worked hard." Cui Ming's voice carried a hint of a smile. "Take care."
Disconnect communication.
In the distance, the lights of the research department's convoy pierced the darkness outside the monastery, and the sound of engines grew louder as they approached.
Choi Myung pushed a heavy motorcycle out of the shadow of the stone pillar.
straddle it.
Turn the key.
boom!!!
The roar of the engine tore through the night sky.
He glanced one last time at the dark blue mud on the ground, then twisted the accelerator to the floor.
The motorcycle bolted off like a wild beast released from its cage.
The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground.
Cui Ming's scarf was stretched backward into a straight line in the strong wind.
The Third Subdistrict of the East District.
The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow.
Miyuki squatted on the edge of the rooftop of an old building, with binoculars set up in front of her.
She was dressed in a black combat uniform, her ponytail swaying wildly in the night wind.
I heard the sound of the rooftop iron gate being pushed open behind me.
Miyuki turned around.
Cui Ming emerged from behind the door, still carrying the chill of his journey.
"Brother Cui Ming!" Mei Xue lowered her voice, her eyes lighting up, "You've come!"
"Where is she?" Cui Ming walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked in the direction Mei Xue pointed.
Below the street.
A tall figure clad in bright white light armor stood at the entrance of an old residential building.
He was carrying a bamboo woven vegetable basket.
The basket was full of oranges.
An elderly woman with gray hair patted the man's arm, her face crinkling with laughter.
The bright white figure bowed slightly, its posture as respectful as a primary school student.
Cui Ming narrowed his eyes.
"..."
He looked at it for five seconds.
Then he turned to look at Miyuki.
"Are you sure he's not planning to trick the old lady into taking her back and turning her into a specimen?"
“It doesn’t seem like it right now.” Miyuki shrank her neck. “He’s been standing downstairs for ten minutes. The old lady went in to get him some candy.”
Cui Ming's lips twitched.
"Where is the pride of the Sun Race?"
"It looks like it was eaten by a dog."
Cui Ming pulled a short-barreled gun from his waist and checked the magazine.
"I'll go down and have a look at him."
Do you need my help?
“No need.” Cui Ming put the gun back in its place, patted Mei Xue on the shoulder, and said, “You just stay here and watch. If things get out of hand, call in artillery fire.”
"understand!"
Cui Ming turned and walked towards the rooftop staircase.
They moved very quickly.
Swift and decisive. (End of Chapter)