134: Chapter 134: Ninja Night Massacre at Prison, Lin Yuan Sends Video to the Entire City

The sound of "drip, drip" echoed through the corridor.

It was thick and viscous.

It wasn't water.

It was blood.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen gritted her teeth, pressing herself silently against the wall.

Outside the door, two female prisoners responsible for keeping watch were slumped in the corner, a terrifying gash opened across their necks.

Blood flowed down along the crevices of the stone floor.

In the darkness of the night, several black shadows glided along the base of the wall.

There were no footsteps; even their breathing had been suppressed to the extreme using special techniques.

A blowdart pierced through the air.

In front of the prison cell on the left, a fat female prisoner who had just poked her head out collapsed limply without even making a sound.

The poison needle had sealed her throat.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen pushed open the slightly ajar door.

She collided head-on with three black shadows.

"Seeking death."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen braced herself against the wall with one hand and struck out fiercely with her right palm.

Her internal energy surged, and the cold air in the corridor was instantly displaced.

Bang!

The Genin in the front had his sternum collapse on the spot, bursting along with the bulletproof vest on his back; he died thoroughly.

But this exertion caused the stitches on Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's thigh and waist to burst completely.

Blood gushed like a fountain, staining the bandages red.

The two Chunin didn't even glance at their companion's corpse and simultaneously drew their short blades.

One from the left and one from the right, the blade light sealed off her retreat.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen was just about to catch her breath.

Behind her, the air suddenly twisted eerily.

Chiba Sakura appeared like a phantom.

Too fast.

When Grandmaster Ling Suzhen was at her peak, this kind of speed would have been a flaw in her eyes.

But now, she was too slow.

Ssh!

A lightless katana pierced in eerily from behind, precisely avoiding vital organs, and directly ran through Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's left shoulder.

"Urgh..."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen let out a muffled groan, her entire body actually being pinned against the wall by the blade, suspended in mid-air!

Due to her violent struggling and the suspension, the medical bandages that were already somewhat loose on her body emitted a series of "rip" sounds under the sharpness of the katana and the violent force!

In an instant.

Her mature, snow-white skin was exposed to the air.

That breathtaking, full curve heaved violently with her painful, rapid gasps.

The blood color and extreme fairness intertwined, rendering this once high-and-mighty Ancient Martial Arts Grandmaster with a shattered, forbidden aesthetic.

Chiba Sakura pulled out the blade.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen slammed heavily onto the ground; her whole body went limp, and she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Her beautiful, mature face was full of humiliation.

"Take her away."

Chiba Sakura swept her gaze over Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's breathtaking figure, her voice devoid of emotion.

"The Elder likes this type."

"He has many ways to play, especially when dealing with this kind of ripe Dragon Country woman."

Over a dozen ninjas emerged from the darkness.

They kicked open the prison cell doors roughly.

Over twenty female prisoners were dragged out and tied up with hemp ropes like livestock.

At the slightest resistance, a dagger would pierce directly through their thighs.

As for the rest, those who were inconvenient to move or were older.

A flash of a blade, crisp and clean.

Blood spilled over the threshold and flowed into the courtyard.

The whole process did not exceed five minutes.

Two kilometers away.

A heavy modified dump truck was speeding over the ruins.

The screams in the walkie-talkie had just cut off.

Sister Long's cyan tattoo looked fierce in the night.

She floored the accelerator.

"Faster! Faster!" Sister Long gripped the steering wheel, her eyes bloodshot.

That prison was full of suffering women who had been rolling in the mud with her.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A series of crisp sounds suddenly erupted on the road.

The front of the truck sank sharply, and the steering wheel instantly lost control.

The dump truck crashed head-on into a utility pole by the side of the road.

The utility pole snapped, the truck bed overturned, and dust filled the sky.

Sister Long kicked the windshield into pieces and jumped down, carrying an engineer shovel.

The ground was densely covered with dark, triangular steel caltrops.

Sister Long stood in place, trembling all over, her knuckles cracking as she clenched her fists.

She smashed her shovel against the car door, denting the metal.

"I promised to lead them to survive..."

Tiangong No. 1.

Living room.

Liu Qing was kneeling on the carpet.

The main screen in front of her was playing the footage from the prison.

From the moment Grandmaster Ling Suzhen descended the mountain, her movements had never escaped Liu Qing's surveillance.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen was useful, but only on the premise that she was within a controllable range.

Lin Yuan sat on the sofa.

Wang Ya was kneeling obediently behind him, her plump, full hands gently massaging Lin Yuan's shoulders.

Because of her leaning posture, the slightly open collar of her loungewear sagged, and large areas of snow-white, voluptuous skin wobbled faintly.

After all, without suitable undergarments, she had to go commando.

Su Xiaonuan was wearing a pure white silk nightdress that reached almost to the root of her thighs, her pair of round, fair, and slender legs kneeling on Lin Yuan's lap.

She was blushing, obediently using her warm little hands to knead the muscles on the inner side of Lin Yuan's thighs.

After Liu Qing awakened, Su Xiaonuan's work had been simplified by at least seventy percent, giving her more time to serve her Boss Lin.

Qin Yumo, who was to the side, also wanted to step forward to do something, but was held tightly by Tang Qiqi.

On the screen, female prisoners were having their throats slit row by row.

The ninjas held the ropes, leading the living people into the night.

"Master, their leader's car tires were blown out; she is two kilometers away from the target and cannot catch up." Liu Qing tapped the keyboard and switched the route map.

When the blade light fell on the screen, the grape in Lin Yuan's hand was crushed.

Purplish-red juice dripped down between his fingers.

He didn't look at his hand, only saying indifferently: "Liu Qing, zoom in on the face of that woman holding the katana."

"Director Li Wenhui is quite skilled at this trick of borrowing a knife to kill."

Captain Han Xue stood by the door, the tail behind her twitching; she didn't want to join this debauchery.

"He did it on purpose?"

Lin Yuan's tone was cold.

"Letting wild dogs bite Grandmaster Ling Suzhen, this disobedient paratrooper, to death for him."

"And by the way, cleaning up that group of women in the prison."

"Killing two birds with one stone."

Captain Han Xue's fists tightened.

The rabbit emblem on her chest heaved.

A local official responsible for thousands of people actually handed the butcher's knife to a foreign race.

Lin Yuan wiped his hands with a wet tissue.

"Liu Qing."

"Present."

"Package and send this footage."

"To the South Suburb Military District, Jiangcheng University, including Ston School, and the nearby small shelters."

"Send a copy to anywhere that still has the capability to watch videos."

Captain Han Xue was stunned. "Send it to them? They won't come to save anyone."

"I don't expect pigs to bite dogs."

Lin Yuan stood up and adjusted his trench coat cuffs.

"I want everyone to see clearly. The rules of the old world are a joke in front of this pack of wild dogs that crossed the sea."

"After tonight, there will only be two types of people in Jiangcheng."

"Those who kneel to feed the dogs, and those who kill dogs with me."

South Suburb Military District, Command Center.

Director Li Wenhui watched the bloody scene on the big screen.

The footage was clear enough to see the blood groove on Chiba Sakura's blade.

He picked up his thermos, blew on the goji berries, and took a slow sip.

"Secretary."

One-Ear hurried over.

"Issue a district-wide announcement. Say that external thugs attacked the outer refugee camp."

"The military district expresses its deep regret and calls on all survivors to unite closely and not leave the safe zone without authorization." Director Li Wenhui put down his cup.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen was finished.

The only hidden danger in the South Suburbs that could threaten his position was gone.

As for those hundred-plus women given to the Japanese?

In the apocalypse, human life is the least scarce thing.

Jiangcheng University, basement.

Chu Feng punched a load-bearing wall.

The plaster peeled off, and his knuckles were scraped raw.

The tragic scene in the video made his eyes bloodshot.

"Assemble! Go to the East Suburbs!" Chu Feng drew the fire axe from his waist.

He couldn't stand it.

The education he had received since childhood did not allow him to watch his compatriots being led away like livestock.

"You can't go anywhere." Bai Jingchen sat to the side, his voice extremely weak.

He had just wiped away a nosebleed.

On the table in front of him lay ten dim white crystal cores.

A note that had appeared out of thin air was pushed in front of Chu Feng.

It only had four words on it: [Those who go will half-die].

Chu Feng stared fixedly at the note.

"Those are human lives! They are being walked like dogs!"

"If you go, half of the Jiang University students will die." Bai Jingchen looked up at him.

Master Jiu, who was to the side, looked at Chiba Sakura on the screen, unusually quiet.

He knew he was no match for this woman.

Chu Feng gripped the axe tightly, his chest heaving violently.

His teeth ground together with a creaking sound.

In the end, as if drained of all strength, he slumped and threw the axe to the ground.

Xu Qiangwei, who was to the side, spoke up.

"Will Lin Yuan make a move?"

Bai Jingchen shook his head: "I don't know, today's Mental Energy is used up."

Ston School.

Jiang Hao watched the video pop up on the screen, and without a word, he rushed straight to the playground.

"Add two more blast-proof walls! Double all the sentries!"

The entire Jiangcheng was unusually quiet at this moment.

All forces possessing firepower, facing the butcher's knife of the foreign enemy, collectively chose to close their doors and play dead.

Tiangong No. 1, lobby.

Qin Yumo stood by the door, her twin blades already unsheathed.

Her red hair whipped in the night wind.

She didn't need to watch the video; she could only smell the scent of slaughter.

Wherever her master drew his blade, she would draw blood.

Lin Yuan walked down the stairs.

Su Xiaonuan silently handed over a pair of black tactical gloves.

Liu Qing's voice came through the earpiece.

"Confirmation complete. They are taking the coastal elevated road, expected to arrive at the East Suburb Pier in half an hour."

Lin Yuan strode out the door, walking towards the george patton armored vehicle outside.

"Yumo, get in the car."