Chapter 139 Infiltration (2) Caesar leaned against the wall and quickly changed the magazine. The metal parts of the Uzi submachine gun made a crisp clicking sound in his hands. The smoke had not yet completely dissipated, and the air was still filled with the smell of burnt gunpowder. He squinted his eyes and glanced into the darkness of the stairwell, confirming that there were no pursuers approaching for the time being, then hurried forward. As he ran, he whispered, "Is the elevator working?" Finkel squatted beside the elevator door, his fingertips rapidly tapping on the tablet computer. The codes jumping on the screen were like sliding digital rivers. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, but he was focused and did not dare to relax for a moment. "The elevator is blocked, but I can crack it. The corridor below has also been blocked," Finkel quickly scanned the surveillance screen and muttered, "We can either take the elevator down or run up and continue playing hide-and-seek with these guys." Caesar asked coldly while standing guard at the end of the corridor: "How long will it take you to crack the elevator?" Finkel gritted his teeth and said, "Two minutes! As long as nothing goes wrong." Caesar raised his hand to look at his watch. Two minutes seemed like a century to them. As time went by, the pursuers might emerge from the stairs or the other passage at any time. His eyes became colder and his finger was on the trigger, ready to meet the next wave of attacks at any time. "We don't have two minutes." Chu Zihang said in a low voice, as calm as an ice sculpture, his eyes penetrating the darkness, as if he could judge the enemy's movements at any time.
Caesar turned to look at Finkel and said, "Shorten it to one minute, otherwise, you will have to play with them here." Finkel shuddered and his hands flew faster on the keyboard: "Okay, okay! Give me some time!" But even so, his hands did not tremble at all. There was a sound of heavy footsteps at the end of the corridor, accompanied by low voices and the metallic sound of weapon bolts. The pursuers were approaching. They moved swiftly and steadily, like a group of well-trained hounds, closing in on the invaders. Caesar gripped the submachine gun tightly, leaned against the wall, took a deep breath and said, "Get ready for the fight." Chu Zihang didn't say anything, just nodded slightly. The long sword slowly came out of the sheath, and the blade flashed a hint of coldness in the dim light. He stood in front of Fingel, with the blade slightly tilted, like a lurking cheetah, ready to pounce on its prey at any time. "Thirty seconds." Finkel quickly reported the remaining time while typing on the keyboard. His palms were sweaty, but his fingers remained steady without any hesitation. Caesar raised his gun and aimed at the end of the corridor, his mouth slightly raised: "They are coming." In the darkness, a harsh command sounded: "Stop moving forward, raise your hands and surrender!" Then the sound of heavy leather boots stepping on the floor was getting closer and closer. The pursuers soon appeared at the end of the corridor, their steps were in unison, and the black muzzles of their rifles were all pointed at Caesar and others. "Surrender?" Caesar sneered, with a hint of teasing in his eyes. "Unfortunately, we don't like this option very much." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled the trigger, and the Uzi submachine gun burst into a rapid flame. Bullets poured out like a rainstorm, hitting the walls and floor of the corridor, splashing sparks and dust. The enemy began to fight back in panic. Bullets whizzed through the narrow corridor and made a harsh metallic sound as they rubbed against the wall. Chu Zihang did not hesitate. He also took out his gun and together with Caesar suppressed the enemy not far away. "Done!" Finkel suddenly exclaimed excitedly, and the elevator door slowly opened with a crisp "ding" sound. "Go in!" Caesar pushed Finkel hard and ordered. Finkel was almost pushed to stagger, but he reacted quickly and rushed into the elevator with his back bent. The three of them quickly rushed into the elevator. When Caesar was the last one to enter, he threw out a smoke bomb. The smoke bomb spun a few times on the ground and then exploded with a loud bang. Thick white smoke instantly filled the entire corridor, completely blocking the pursuers' sight. "Downstairs or upstairs?" Finkel asked breathlessly. Caesar pressed the top floor button and smiled easily and confidently: "Go up and give them a surprise." The elevator door slowly closed. Caesar leaned against the elevator wall, with the Uzi submachine gun hanging casually on his shoulder. He exhaled softly: "This is more like a real person." The elevator slowly rose, the numbers on the display screen jumped layer by layer, the air was filled with tension, and the breathing of the three people gradually became synchronized. "What should we do next?" Finkel asked in a low voice.
Chu Zihang sheathed the long sword, his eyes calm and cold: "Whatever it is, solve it." Caesar smiled and patted Finkel on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I won't really leave you alone." At this moment, the floor sign of the elevator suddenly turned red, and the original Arabic numerals turned into the word "Shinto". The sudden change made Caesar's team break out in a cold sweat. "What's wrong with Finkel?" Caesar asked Finkel nervously. "Maybe someone has tampered with my instructions." Finkel's face looked a little ugly. He took out his tablet computer and started operating, but before he finished the operation. The elevator dinged and arrived at the floor called Shinto. The door slowly opened, and they were greeted by a silent corridor. The corridor was empty, with ancient Ukiyo-e murals hanging on both sides of the walls. The dim light outlined the strange and bizarre scenes in the pictures. Seeing the elevator door open, Caesar walked in front with a gun in hand, followed closely by Chu Zihang, while Finkel walked at the end with a tablet in his hand, muttering softly, "I really shouldn't have come to Tokyo..." "Now that you're here, stop complaining." Caesar said, and then released the kamaitachi. The floor was empty and there was no living person except them. Finkel glanced at the murals on the wall uneasily, gritted his teeth and muttered, "These things are really weird. Have we accidentally walked into some underworld art exhibition?" "Something's wrong here." Chu Zihang whispered, his eyes sweeping across the Ukiyo-e murals. A thoughtful look appeared in his eyes. His intuition told him that these paintings were not just ordinary works of art. ………… "Have you found the person?" Yuan Zhisheng asked the person in charge of security next to him. "I'm sorry, young master. We searched all the floors but didn't find any trace of them. Our surveillance system was also hacked. The intruders have very powerful technical experts and are extremely good at shooting...but we didn't suffer any casualties. They seemed to be using Frigga bullets." The person in charge reported. "Frigga bullets? People sent by the academy? Is it possible that they have escaped now?" Yuan Zhisheng continued to ask with a frown. "Impossible. All the passages in the building are blocked now. No one can go out without the order from the head of the family." The person in charge said with certainty. "Where was their last trace?" "They seem to have entered the elevator..." Yuan Zhisheng's expression froze. If there was no intruder on other floors, then the intruder could only be in the mural hall on that floor, which was the most unknown to outsiders. ………… "So the Eight Snake Families are actually descendants of the White King!" Caesar looked at the murals in the mural hall in shock. In the dim light of the mural hall, the ancient Ukiyo-e murals are silent on the wall, as if they have spanned thousands of years of history, telling an unknown taboo legend. The wall is covered with strange and magnificent scenes, outlining a world full of blood and mystery. Every stroke exudes a strange aura, as if some kind of will that has not disappeared is secretly peeping. "If what is written on these murals is true, then among these descendants of the White King there will be monsters that have broken through the critical value of their bloodline. They call such monsters emperors." Chu Zihang also looked at these murals carefully with a flashlight. "Look at this!" Finkel shouted in front of another mural. Soon Caesar and Chu Zihang ran to Finkel's side. When they saw the contents on the mural, they gasped. "According to the mural, the Snake Eight Clan has the possibility of resurrecting the White King..." Caesar said in disbelief. What he saw at Genji Heavy Industries today really shocked him. "Do you remember the Longyuan Project we found in the database just now? According to the mural and the plan, the White King's skeleton is now on the seabed not far from Japan." Chu Zihang said beside him. "The skeleton of the White King... So the Japanese branch really defected? How far has the plan progressed?" Caesar's expression became more and more solemn. He stared at the huge and distorted image of the White King on the mural. The lifeless eyes seemed to see through the picture and stare straight at him.
He felt a chill on his back. The plan of these eight Sheqi families was not simply to defect, but to gain the power to subvert the world from the dragon clan. At this moment, the elevator door opened with a ding. Caesar's pupils suddenly shrank and he immediately raised his hand, pointing the muzzle of the Uzi submachine gun firmly in the direction of the elevator door. The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the elevator door slowly slid open, making a harsh metal friction sound. Chu Zihang's fingers were already on the hilt of the knife, and the blade reflected a cold light in the slightly opened scabbard. He stood behind Caesar with a stern expression, ready to chop anyone who walked out of the elevator in half. When the elevator door was fully opened, the person who appeared in front of them was not the armed elite of the Eight Clans of Sheqi, but a man in a black windbreaker with two knives hanging from his waist. The man slowly walked out of the elevator, his eyes calm as water, not caring at all about the gun pointed at him. He looked at the three people and said, "Are you sent by the academy?" "Don't move." Caesar said coldly, his finger lightly pressing on the trigger, and his tone revealed a hint of danger of firing at any time. "I'm not an enemy." The man said calmly, with no emotion in his tone. "My name is Yuan Zhisheng, and I'm the current director of the Executive Bureau of the Japanese Branch. I was also a student at Kassel College." "Not an enemy? Then why are you cutting off contact with the academy? And we all know your plan." Caesar sneered. Yuan Zhisheng looked calm, as if Caesar's questioning and the gun pointed at him were of no importance: "We don't know what happened either. We only know that we have been trying to restore contact recently, but to no avail." He paused, and his eyes swept over the three people as sharp as a hawk: "No matter what you saw in Genji Heavy Industries, I can tell you clearly that the mission of the Snake Eight Families is to completely destroy the White King and prevent it from ever recovering." The atmosphere in the air was as tense as a string about to break. Yuan Zhisheng stood there, calm and composed, not worried at all about the battle that might break out at any moment. Caesar tilted his head slightly, and exchanged a tacit signal with Chu Zihang briefly. The muzzle of the Uzi submachine gun was still pointed at Yuan Zhisheng, but his tone was slightly relaxed: "Why should we believe what you said?" "Because if I really want to arrest you, you won't have the chance to resist." Yuan Zhisheng's tone was calm but full of confidence. "How arrogant." Caesar's finger had begun to press the trigger slightly. He didn't know whether what Yuan Zhisheng said was true, but he knew that the longer they dragged on, the smaller the chance of their escape. Yuan Zhisheng obviously noticed it as well, and his bones all over his body began to make crisp sounds. Keel mode activated Caesar's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers pressed harder and harder on the trigger. He felt that the body of the man in front of him seemed to have changed under the influence of some powerful force, and a sense of oppression continued to spread with his breathing. Chu Zihang's eyes were as sharp as knives. His fingers moved slightly, and the long sword was slowly pulled out a few inches from the scabbard. The sharp blade reflected a hint of cold light in the air. Yuan Zhisheng's aura suddenly became different. It was a strange state between human and dragon. His bones were strengthened by dragon blood, and the lines of his limbs were like carefully crafted works of art. Every movement was full of unparalleled explosive power. Caesar didn't hesitate at all. He raised his hand and fired a string of bullets. The Uzi submachine gun burst into a short burst of fire. The shells flew in the air and hit the ground with a crisp sound. Caesar's shooting skills were extremely accurate. Without exception, the bullets were aimed at Yuan Zhisheng's vital points, chest, throat, knees... But Yuan Zhisheng just slightly turned his body and disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving only a blurry afterimage under his feet. Caesar's pupils shrank, and he rolled backwards almost instinctively, avoiding Yuan Zhisheng's lightning-fast advance. "So fast!" Caesar was shocked when he landed. That speed was definitely not what a human could achieve. Chu Zihang didn't hesitate at all. He swung his sword, and the blade slashed towards Yuan Zhisheng's neck like thunder. However, Yuan Zhisheng's reaction was just as quick. He dodged the fatal blade by leaning sideways, and swung his arm suddenly, hitting Chu Zihang's chest with an elbow. Chu Zihang didn't have time to dodge completely and could only slightly adjust his body to meet the attack. But even so, the impact of the blow was still like being hit by a huge hammer. Chu Zihang's body suddenly took a few steps back, his chest ached, and his breathing became rapid. "The fact that you can stand here alive proves that I did not lie to you." Yuan Zhisheng's voice was calm and cold. Caesar sneered and said to Yuan Zhisheng: "It seems that you are the emperor mentioned in the mural, but do you really think you can win?" Before he finished speaking, Chu Zihang rushed up again like a ghost, and swung the blade again like lightning. At the same time, Caesar suddenly pulled the trigger, and the bullets accurately intertwined between Yuan Zhisheng's head and feet into a death net, blocking all his retreat routes. Yuan Zhisheng remained calm, drew the long sword from his waist, and directly took Chu Zihang's fatal blow. A metallic collision sound was heard, and a string of sparks flew. "Come again!" Chu Zihang roared, and the blade swung continuously like a storm. The cold light intertwined in the air to form deadly arcs, and Caesar coordinated with his offensive, continuously firing the Uzi in his hand, accurately hitting the gaps of Yuan Zhisheng.
Although Yuan Zhisheng's movements were extremely fast, he was gradually forced into a state of distress due to the close cooperation between the two. "Hmph..." Yuan Zhisheng smiled slightly, the light in his eyes becoming brighter and brighter, "It seems that your rating in the academy is not low either." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly burst out with unprecedented strength. The air seemed to be torn apart by his movements. His body instantly broke through the attack network of Caesar and Chu Zihang, and pounced on the two with irresistible momentum. Caesar's pupils shrank: "Be careful!" Yuan Zhisheng's speed was beyond common sense, and his blade was almost in front of Chu Zihang before he could react. However, at this critical moment, a cold light flashed in Chu Zihang's eyes. He chanted the dragon text in a low voice, and soon a blazing flame suddenly erupted from around his body. Word Spirit·Jun Yan The billowing flames swept out like a gale, forcing Yuan Zhisheng back a few steps. His windbreaker instantly burned up in the flames, revealing his upper body covered with tough muscles like dragon scales. Yuan Zhisheng stopped and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. "That's right." He said softly, "It seems that I really shouldn't underestimate you." Caesar and Chu Zihang did not relax. They looked at each other, their eyes full of fighting spirit. "Well, now it's our turn to fight back." Caesar sneered, and raised the muzzle of Uzi again, pointing directly at Yuan Zhisheng's heart. There was a flash of coldness in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Come on, let me see where your limits are." The air seemed to freeze, and the momentum of the three people reached its peak at this moment. Just as the battle was about to continue, Yuan Zhisheng's cell phone rang. The three of them were startled at the same time. There was no emotion on Yuan Zhisheng's face, and he directly pressed the answer button. "What's the matter?" His voice was still calm and flat. Caesar and Chu Zihang did not take this opportunity to attack, but just watched his every move vigilantly. "Report to the young master!" A panicked voice came from the other end of the phone, "Someone has broken through the blockade of the building, and we can't stop him at all - he is heading towards Kaguya's computer room!" Yuan Zhisheng frowned slightly: "Who is it?" "That person is... Gen Yusuke." The voice on the other end of the phone trembled as he spoke the name, as if even mentioning it made people feel scared. When Yuan Zhisheng heard the name, he was also stunned. Then he completely ignored the Caesar team in front of him and ran towards the elevator. (End of this chapter)