nycdaug Chapter 766 The Night of Killing
Chapter 766 The Night of Killing
Chapter 766 The Night of Killing
A large, jet-black crow glides through the night sky.
The Blood Tracking Force skill is indeed very useful. Before the underwater combat strategy course ended, Fu Qinghai flicked a drop of blood onto the instructor. Now, following the Force's guidance, he can find the instructor in the faculty and staff dormitory area.
The instructor's dormitory was on the fifth floor. The large crow circled twice in front of the window, saw that the light inside was on, folded its wings and perched on the windowsill. It gently tapped the window with its beak, then flapped its wings again and flew away.
“Duh, duh, duh.”
The instructor, who was sitting in the room, heard a knocking sound coming from the window. Confused, he stood up from the sofa, walked to the window and looked out, but saw nothing. He then pushed the window open, poked his head out, and turned his head left and right to find the source of the sound.
"Whoosh—Bang!"
A giant crow suddenly swooped in.
Caught off guard, the instructor was hit squarely by the crow and fell to the ground with a thud. Then, the crow quickly transformed into a tall trainee who was 1.9 meters tall. The trainee straddled the instructor and punched him in the right cheek.
"boom!"
The instructor's face twisted, and three broken teeth spurted out. A thick, scarlet stream of blood quickly gushed from his swollen lips.
The instructor turned around in alarm.
"Qingshan!?"
"Snapped!"
Fu Qinghai didn't say anything and slapped him on the left cheek again. Even though he had deliberately held back his strength, half of the instructor's face was still swollen as if it were inflated, his skin was reddish-purple, and his left eye was squeezed into a small slit.
The instructor opened his mouth to shout for help, but before he could make a sound, Fu Qinghai grabbed his neck. Only a "clunk" came out of his throat as his trachea and carotid artery were tightly gripped, and his face and neck turned red from the pressure.
"I inspected the armor later."
Fu Qinghai leaned down and whispered in the instructor's ear:
“My communications system is perfectly fine. I reported the oxygen leak in the armor to you privately the moment it happened, but you pretended not to hear me, didn’t you, sir?”
Fu Qinghai loosened his grip slightly.
"Uh... let me... explain..."
The instructor managed to utter a few words with difficulty.
"Who tampered with my armor?"
Fu Qinghai continued to choke him, saying:
"Give me a name. Or a few names."
"Logistics and Equipment Department, Vimalen Barry..."
The instructor's face had turned bluish-purple due to lack of oxygen.
"No...no...kill me..."
Suddenly, a purple gel-like substance surged out from behind Fu Qinghai, enveloping his entire body and transforming him into a giant monster over two meters tall with bulging muscles and protruding fangs. Its mouth opened at an exaggerated and unreasonable angle, swallowing the instructor's entire head whole without any chewing and disappearing into his neck.
You have killed an Imperial instructor.
[Calculating assimilation point rewards...]
"Delicious, Master."
The giant spoke, flicking its thick, scarlet tongue, the clear saliva on it splashing and flowing down its densely packed teeth:
"I'm not full yet, I want more!"
……
The black crow took flight once more.
It flew from the faculty and staff dormitory all the way to the logistics equipment warehouse without alerting any detection equipment on campus.
The large crow used its beak to forcefully pry open the grille of the ventilation duct, folded its wings, and crawled into the ventilation pipe, walking forward.
At this moment, a dim desk lamp was still lit in the logistics equipment warehouse. A short, stout, bald man was bent over a long table, carefully repairing parts on a helmet. The corner of the warehouse was piled with damaged white stormtrooper armor.
"Clap!"
In the quiet warehouse, a sound of something falling to the ground suddenly rang out. The bald man was startled and quickly turned around to look. He saw a vent panel lying on the ground, and next to the panel, a tall, black-haired male trainee slowly stood up from the ground.
"Vimalon Barry?"
Fu Qinghai stared at the bald man and spoke.
He didn't need an answer; he had already confirmed the answer from the fleeting look of surprise on the other person's face.
"who are you?"
The bald man stood up and shouted.
"you do not know me?"
Fu Qinghai slowly walked towards him and said.
Even though he wasn't carrying any weapon, the bald man was still intimidated by a certain aura and retreated step by step until his lower back hit the edge of the table. Only then did he react, grabbing a high-powered pistol from the table and pointing it at Fu Qinghai, shouting sternly:
"Trainee, I don't care what you're trying to do, stop right now! This is not a place you're allowed to be!"
"You don't know who I am. You've only been told to modify an underwater combat suit of armor. Of course, you also know that the armor you've modified will kill the person wearing it."
Fu Qinghai said as he approached.
The bald man's hand holding the gun was trembling.
Before his incredulous gaze, a purple gel-like substance rapidly enveloped and covered the unfamiliar student's body and clothes like a tidal wave. A gigantic purple muscle monster slowly rose before him, then stretched out its thick arms and claws, grabbed his neck, and lifted him up. A deep, rumbling demonic voice spoke in his ear:
"Give me a name... or a few."
A long, thick, scarlet tongue coiled around and licked the bald man's face, its rough coating like thorns. The bald man was so frightened that he wet himself—literally, a wet patch spread rapidly across his crotch, and liquid dripped down his trouser leg.
"Chief of the Political Department, Taber Rossetti."
The bald man closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and shouted:
"He made me do it, ahhhhh!"
"Crack!"
A crisp sound of teeth closing.
The headless corpse was casually tossed aside.
You have killed an Imperial Technician.
[Calculating assimilation point rewards...]
……
The black crows flew back to the dormitory area.
A luxury single suite located on the top floor.
"Oh!"
Fu Qinghai kicked a man in a silk nightgown to the ground. The man clutched his stomach and writhed and convulsed on the carpet, instantly unable to make a sound due to the pain.
Fu Qinghai then went to the double bed in the master bedroom. Amidst screams, he grabbed the woman who was clutching the blanket and looked terrified, pulled her off the bed by her hair, and dragged her to the living room.
The woman kicked her legs and desperately scratched at the large hand that was grabbing her hair, trying to break free, but she was still dragged all the way to the living room and finally thrown next to the man.
A man and a woman were lying face down on the carpet.
The man was curled up, clutching his stomach and panting heavily. Sweat dripped down his pale face like rain. The woman's clothes were disheveled, her face streaked with tears, and her smudged black eyeshadow flowed down her cheeks like ink. She was holding her head and sobbing softly.
Fu Qinghai casually pulled a chair over in the living room and sat down in front of the two people with his legs spread wide.
"Good evening, dear Director Rossetti. You may not know who I am, but I heard your speech yesterday morning. Your interpretation of the 'New Order' was very interesting."
Fu Qinghai spoke slowly and deliberately.
“I know you, you are Qingshan.”
The man struggled to lift his head and look at him:
"The cadet with the most records at Calida Military Academy, of course I know you, Aoyama. I don't know how you got in, but you have no idea who you've offended!"
The director of the political department was a middle-aged man with a neatly combed blond center-parted hairstyle. His cheeks were loose and had deep nasolabial folds. His tone was full of warning.
"Oh? I really don't know who I offended."
Fu Qinghai raised his eyebrows with interest upon hearing this:
"Please, Director, answer my questions."
"You think Lucian Hansen is just an ordinary nepotism benefactor and rich kid? He's the nephew of Vice Principal Jenny Fleming! Many people in the school don't know this. Vice Principal Fleming has considerable connections in the Imperial Navy, and Hansen is the third son of the largest transportation and trading company in the outer ring enterprise sector, Bonadan! You've really messed with the wrong person this time."
Rossetti looked at Fu Qinghai and sneered:
"I also looked through your file before I had your armor modified, Aoyama, from an ordinary dockworker's family in Eliadu, haha... You know what, kid, for you lowly commoners, getting into the Calida Military Academy is a chance to completely change your class and destiny. You should have cherished this hard-won opportunity and kept a low profile at school, instead of showing off your heroism everywhere!"
It's possible that the abdominal pain has subsided.
It's also possible that they saw Fu Qinghai didn't react.
Rossetti got more and more excited as he spoke:
"You've already ruined this opportunity with your own hands. Think about it, son. Think about your parents who work at the docks, think about your background, think about your future. It's all been destroyed by your impulsive act. Do you regret it?"
Fu Qinghai stood up from his chair.
Rossetti shifted his body slightly in fear, shrinking back a couple of times, but still looked up and threatened sharply:
"Stop being so stubborn. Get out of here now, and I can pretend that nothing happened tonight. This is my last chance for you, Qingshan! Think about your grades. I admit you are the most talented student I have ever seen. Objectively speaking, you are a military genius. You could have become a general, or even a marshal, but because of... Ah!"
Fu Qinghai gently placed his foot on Rossetti's palm, slowly squeezing it by rotating his ankle. Although there was a carpet underneath his palm, the sole of his shoe still pressed down on Rossetti's five fingers, making a strange, crisp sound as if the skin was being torn and the bones were breaking. Blood stained the fur carpet.
The director also let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
He writhed wildly like an electrocuted grasshopper, desperately trying to pull his hand out from under the shoe, but he couldn't. The blonde woman sitting next to him was equally terrified, retreating backward repeatedly.
"No, I don't quite understand."
Fu Qinghai raised his hand and scratched his head:
"Now it should be me interrogating you, right?"
"What are you babbling about here, Director? Do you have even the slightest bit of self-restraint as a prisoner of war?"
Fu Qinghai slightly raised his toes and asked in return, at which point Rossetti finally stopped screaming.
"Vice Principal Jenny Fleming, right? Okay, another name. This should be the highest-ranking person, right? Is there anyone else besides her? Are there any other faculty or students involved in this? Does the vice principal have any other backers? If you don't want to be tortured anymore, tell me now, or it might hurt even more later."
Fu Qinghai asked a lot of questions in one go.
As the mastermind behind this, Rossetti clearly knew more than the other two. Fu Qinghai also wanted to find out who he was going to kill all at once and kill them all tonight, so as not to waste time interrogating them each time.
Rossetti raised his face, which was covered in sweat from the pain, and looked at Fu Qinghai with an incredulous expression:
"What do you want to do? Even if you have the guts to kill me, do you think you can kill everyone involved in this? Are you crazy? That's the vice principal!"
"Why not?"
Fu Qinghai also spread his hands with a puzzled look:
"Isn't this the best way to solve the problem?"
"How do you think I found you, Director?"
Fu Qinghai leaned down to look at Rossetti:
“I’ve already killed the first two, now it’s your turn, then the vice principal. If the principal is involved too, I don’t mind having him too. I can get into your room, and I can get into the vice principal’s as well. By the way, killing you all didn’t take much effort, so don’t think too highly of yourself.”
"You're crazy, you're crazy!"
Rossetti backed away in disbelief.
Fu Qinghai transformed into his symbiotic form, his thick, massive arm extending two meters to grab the director's neck, lifting him up and pulling him to his mouth. Amid the woman's shrill scream, he snapped his jaws shut and swallowed the man's head whole.
You have killed an Imperial official.
[Calculating assimilation point rewards...]
The symbiote put down the headless corpse and slowly turned its head to look at the blonde woman who was crying in fear next to the sofa.
Were you involved in this as well?
The deep, demonic sound seemed to come from the abyss.
"I didn't, I didn't!"
The woman quickly shook her head in denial.
"But now you know everything."
The symbiote shrugged and walked toward her.
"No, no, ahhhhh..."
……
A detached villa halfway up the mountain.
Fu Qinghai pushed open the balcony door, and a cool night breeze immediately blew in, slightly dispersing the bloody smell inside. Fu Qinghai glanced back and saw a headless female corpse lying crookedly on the bed, thick blood flowing from the severed neck and hanging down the bed to the floor.
"Are you full now?"
Fu Qinghai turned around and muttered to himself.
"Hiccup... I'm full, Master."
The symbiotic response came from the depths of my heart.
Security at the vice-principal's residence was indeed stricter than that of the political director's residence. There were two guards standing watch at the entrance, and the villa also had personal guards, a nanny, and a driver. But without any of these people noticing, Vice-Principal Fleming was already dead.
Even before her death, Fu Qinghai confirmed with the vice principal once again whether the list of participants provided by Rossetti was correct and whether anyone had been missed.
The killing spree that lasted all night came to an end at this moment.
…………
Sigh, I've been a groomsman every National Day for four years now. It's exhausting, and I haven't even had time to write. I'm so sorry.