Chapter 1379
Chapter 1379 - 1375: Meeting a Fellow Villager Again
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"Ha, is this my end, here in these deserted Snow Mountains...."
"Tie Hao," gasping heavily, struggled for air that barely flowed into his lungs. Even after using a Regenerative Potion for emergency surgery, his damaged chest was still leaking air like a carelessly punctured accordion, oil included.
He lay gasping under a large stone, having cleared as much blood as possible from the makeshift pit he had dug.
But he knew, such a disguise wouldn’t fool a real Hunter, much less the Extraordinaries searching around.
"At least, send the information back..."
He tremulously tore open his clothes, took out a small wrapped packet from his chest, and retrieved a satellite phone to attempt a connection.
During this process, a red notebook fell out; it was his work manual, the first page bearing the emblem of the Great Eastern Nation.
Yes, he was a spy, or rather, an Infiltrator.
He had long been stationed in a border city, and had come here with a convoy from Red Star.
This time, as all of South Siberia was engulfed in war, he naturally blended in, searching for causes and key points... but this time, as a high-tier Runner and Sentinel, he encountered a foe far beyond his abilities.
A suspected Quasi-God from Siberia just passed by, merely glancing at him, and knocked him out of the Subspace.
He wasn’t killed outright, perhaps merely spared because of his Eastern face.
But without any cover, he confronted a series of formidable enemies.
Now, although he had managed to escape and performed emergency surgery on himself...
His windpipe was riddled with holes, blood constantly seeping out; he was a mere professional... meaning he didn’t possess the extravagant Undead Traits of high-tier professionals.
"...is this it?"
Blood loss and cold stole his strength, and his increasingly blurred vision was revealing a nightmarish reality. Most despairing for him was that the specially made satellite (God Series) phone was utterly ineffective.
Clearly, someone had used some method to block all signals.
Tie Hao put down the phone, recorded his last words, hoping that after the blockade was lifted, it would automatically send... but what made him even more despondent was that, even with his life at stake, the message he could send back contained nothing of real significance other than confirming a chaotic battle of Top Combat Powers here.
"...at least, according to the rules, destroy..."
The specialized satellite phone had a self-destruction mode, but documents, letters, and identity medals had to be manually destroyed.
He tried to reach for the open documents; a simple swipe with the famed brute strength of "Fourth of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Brothers" could turn them to dust, but...
"...I’m actually somewhat reluctant."
This, perhaps, was the last proof of his life, and if destroyed, even the person collecting his corpse wouldn’t know what to write on his tombstone.
Considering his current location, he didn’t think his body would likely return to its roots; each high-tier professional was a treasure in itself, let alone so-called "allies"... perhaps, the Quasi-God had knocked out his "Plane Stealth" ability just to wait for his death here, making it easy to reclaim the secrets of his espionage.
Tie Hao shook his head; those in his profession always tended to overthink.
The opponent likely just dealt with him, an infiltrator, casually, sparing him because he had an Eastern appearance.
He struggled up, first to eliminate his own distinguishing features to avoid becoming detrimental "evidence" in diplomatic negotiations...
But just then, a sound outside startled him deeply.
He hurriedly climbed to his feet, knowing he had to hurry...
But at that moment, the large stone thrown into the air and the scattered light plunged him into despair.
A man, bracing against the stone and facing the light, looked down, his gaze fixed intently on the open work manual and the emblem on its cover...
The next moment, Tie Hao’s face contorted, his body beginning to twist and transform... Without hesitation, he overloaded his body, preparing to use the secret art taught by the Bureau’s Professor to turn himself into a flesh bomb.
"Installment."
But as the eerie words fell, his boiling blood suddenly returned to normal, and most incomprehensibly, the pain in his body had nearly vanished.
Were his leaky airways also healed?!
"...No! The most outrageous thing, why was it in Eastern Country’s language?!"
It was then, when his vision had cleared, that Tie Hao saw who had lifted the stone—a young Eastern boy smiling at him.
𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
"Hey, brother from the security agency? I’m from the special agents team under the Bureau of Anomaly Management. What are you busy with? Busy killing yourself? Need a hand..."
Well, faced with that mischievously smiling face, what could Tie Hao say... he had to cry out for help!
"Save me... hurry and dig me out, I’ve been cold for a long time. Got any medicine? Alcohol works too! Also, never do that again, scaring someone to death—I almost self-destructed."
As he complained, he carefully returned his ID and ultra-small satellite phone to his chest.
But during this process, he was also observing Lu Ping’an... if he had believed him just from a few casual words, he really wouldn’t deserve to be out earning a living.
And Lu Ping’an, bracing the stone, just shrugged his shoulders and didn’t say a word.
In fact, if the man in front of him hadn’t accidentally revealed his ID, which Lu had seen with his Eye of Truth, bearing the Great Eastern Nation’s emblem, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to cross miles of dangerous territory to deal with a pile of troubles and rush over.
Ten minutes later, at another temporary base, Lu watched as a sobbing spy brother gnawed on a can of braised pork, patiently waiting for the information exchange.
And by the wall, a brown-haired and a blond jinx were fearfully watching Lu Ping’an.
"It seems like one is a follower whose boss is dead, and the other is a mercenary. If you’re professional, help me talk to them..."
Lu Ping’an briefly introduced and proactively suggested an information exchange.
He had realized that at least one of them was a sixth-tier Sentinel... such specialized scouts were rare and relatively weak in combat power but extremely useful in situations like this.
"I... was disciplined, but since it’s our own people. Cough, this is a major secret. I risked danger to eavesdrop near a Quasi-God, and it seems, a fragment of a Deity has fallen here."
Lu Ping’an opened his mouth wide, somewhat incredulous... Was it really just your remarkable acting, or did you only know so little?
Is this the information you just found out? Then what were you doing here earlier...
"...Uh, perhaps I can’t blame him."
Lu Ping’an pondered for a moment, then shook his head, thinking perhaps he had made some assumptions.
The connection between the Moon God and this world had severed, with the fragments descending here just a few hours ago... In reality, informed people should be few, as it dealt with a secret of the Deity.
Ground-level intelligence personnel likely only knew there was something significant to find, while as a spy from the Great Eastern Nation, naturally, seeing your army mobilizing, you’d come to find out what had happened.
Meaning, now with so many happily slaughtering each other, dying in droves, probably ninety-nine percent of them didn’t know for what.
"...I know, it’s the Moon God’s fragment... Okay, listen, I’m here for this. You help me, I help you. Brother Tie, you wouldn’t want your wife to lose a husband and your daughter to lose a father, right?"
— End of Chapter 1379 —