nycdaug Chapter 1156 Undercurrents Surge, the Man in the Coffin Awakens
Chapter 1156 Undercurrents Surge, the Man in the Coffin Awakens
The extremely faint blue arc of electricity flickered briefly on Lin Qiye's sleeve.
Then, as if drawn by some kind of magnetic field, it was suddenly thrown out the window and disappeared into the dark mist.
"Damn it, that's a tracking mark."
Wu Hen saw it too, and spat out a mouthful of saliva with a grim expression.
"That son of a bitch, Thor planted a time bomb for us before he left."
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Shangxie Society.
Beep—beep—beep!
The piercing alarm ripped through the oppressive air without warning.
The knight stared intently at the flashing red dot on the main screen.
That's a "distress signal" that the president only activates under extreme danger.
The signal lasted for less than half a second before falling into complete silence.
"Sir, the signal source has disappeared in the core area of Asgard, and the coordinates cannot be repositioned." The operator's voice trembled.
"Shut up." The knight gritted his teeth, his knuckles cracking.
His face, which always remained unmoved even in the face of a collapsing mountain,
At this moment, a rare, even terrifying, unease was revealed.
"Pass on my order: recall all special envoys dispatched from the mist and assemble them immediately!"
The knight turned his head sharply, his voice low and menacing, "Something terrible has happened."
Temporary base of the Qinggang Special Task Force.
Cao Yuan was wiping the straight knife in his hand, his eyes filled with malice.
"Brother Cao, have some water." Xiao Jia approached with a fawning expression, holding a paper cup in his hand.
Cao Yuan didn't take it; the tip of the knife was precisely pressed against Xiao Jia's throat.
His tone was as cold as an icebox: "Where's Lin Qiye? Where's Wu Hen? Don't tell me they're sleeping. I've checked the dorm check records."
Xiao Jia's smile froze, and cold sweat trickled down his temples: "Brother Cao, what kind of question is that...? Those two are big shots, how could they report their whereabouts to me?"
"These shoes of yours, are they issued to the elite troops of the Shangxie Society?"
Cao Yuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he pushed the tip of his knife forward half an inch.
"You are a thorn in the side of the Shangxie Society."
"I'll say it one last time, where is my captain?"
Xiao Jia swallowed hard, feeling the chilling murderous aura pressing against his neck.
Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer: "They've disappeared... Lin Qiye, Wu Hen,"
"And our president, they all disappeared from the perception network three minutes ago."
"Disappeared?" Cao Yuan suddenly stood up, his violent killing intent instantly shattering the wooden chair behind him into dust.
A flash of bloodlust crossed his eyes, and the surrounding air seemed to thicken with rage.
"Cao'er, don't be impulsive."
Baili Pangpang's voice came from the doorway, and he was holding a stack of newly printed radio wave diagrams in his hand.
The two exchanged a glance, and Baili Pangpang, who was usually as talkative as a machine gun, was now as silent as a block of iron.
"The intelligence has been confirmed; the Shangxie Society is also in complete chaos."
Baili Pangpang took a deep breath. "This is not a simple disappearance; it is a forced erasure at the level of some kind of rule."
"Find it." Cao Yuan said only one word, picked up his straight sword, and walked out.
As soon as they stepped out of the gate, a burly figure blocked their way.
The knight, accompanied by a group of black-clad envoys, stood in the rain and mist, his face ashen.
"It's no use you searching."
The knight spoke, his tone surprisingly urgent, as if pleading for help.
“My eyes searched every inch of Asgard, but left no trace.”
"They're like they've been evaporated from the world."
Cao Yuan stared at him and sneered, "So what? You want us to wait here to die?"
"Do not."
Suddenly, Baili Pangpang spoke, his gaze shifting towards the research institute that had remained silent deep within the mist.
"Just because we can't find him doesn't mean we can't find him."
Cao Yuan was taken aback: "You mean... An Qingyu?"
Mentioning this name seemed to make everyone's heart skip a beat.
That madman who usually only dealt with corpses and dissections,
It is their last trump card, and also their most unstable powder keg.
In the distance, the alloy door of Research Institute No. 3 was smashed open from the inside by a brute force.
The heavy metal door slid more than ten meters across the ground, making a screeching sound.
Amidst the swirling mist, a figure dressed in a red and white striped coat slowly emerged.
An Qingyu's face was still as pale as paper, but he was carrying a huge black wooden coffin on his back.
Where did that coffin come from?
The wind ruffled his clothes, and the black coffin emitted a faint but extremely rapid tremor, thump, thump, thump...
The rhythm didn't sound like wood clashing; it was more like some kind of living thing imprisoned within it.
It was frantically pounding against the coffin lid, trying to break free.
The whole place was dead silent.
An Qingyu pushed up her glasses, and the rational blue light in her pupils behind the lenses was quickly covered by a layer of eerie gray mist.
"keep the change."
An Qingyu's voice was devoid of emotion, yet it sent chills down the spine of even a powerful knight like herself.
“I know which ‘pit’ they are in, but I can’t pull them out by myself.”
As soon as she finished speaking, An Qingyu slammed the black coffin on the ground behind her.
The ground instantly cracked open with spiderweb-like fissures.
He slowly raised his hands, and under the horrified gazes of everyone,
Two bloody gashes suddenly appeared on either side of his shoulders.