105: Chapter 105 The First Rescue

Central University under the cover of night was like a dead giant beast.

The broken walls and ruins were its skeleton, and the blackened, scorched walls were its rotting flesh.

A strange smell, a mix of charred paper and dried blood, drifted through the air.

Chen Xi crouched atop a collapsed wall, the [Chameleon Cloak] blending him perfectly into the night and the mottled masonry.

He was like a stone.

A stone with neither warmth nor a heartbeat.

His gaze passed through the broken window frames, locking onto the ruins of the distant library.

According to the intelligence provided by "Great Wall," his first rescue target, fluid mechanics expert Liu Guowei, was hidden in the basement of that building.

But now, a few flies were circling that area.

On the open ground in front of the library, a small campfire burned.

Three Japanese Army stragglers sat around the fire.

They used stolen bags of rice as stools and were sharing a tin of canned beef, with a bottle of sake sitting nearby.

Clink.

The sound of the wine bottle clinking carried far in the silent night.

"Hahaha... You didn't see... that woman's expression... like a chicken with its neck stepped on..."

One Soldier took a large gulp of wine, boasting indistinctly.

Another Soldier picked his teeth with a bayonet, letting out a nauseating laugh.

The smell of alcohol, mixed with the scent of cheap tobacco and the sour stench of not bathing for days, drifted with the wind into Chen Xi's nostrils.

(Three.)

(One on sentry duty on the left, leaning against a stone lion, looking a bit sleepy.)

(Two around the campfire, drunk, zero alertness.)

(Three minutes.)

(No, two minutes is enough.)

Chen Xi's mind, like a precision computer, instantly completed the tactical planning.

He slid down from the wall, making no sound as he landed.

The gravel and rubble beneath his feet seemed to turn into soft sponges.

He first crept toward the dozing sentry on the left.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Ten meters.

The sentry's head nodded, and the type 38 rifle in his hand was about to slide to the ground.

Chen Xi raised the [slingshot] in his hand.

He didn't use his eyes to aim.

After activating "Ghost" mode, the system's built-in assisted aiming had already locked onto the sentry's head with a red crosshair.

(The eye socket is the weakest part of the skull.)

(Goodnight.)

He let go.

No sound.

No flash.

In the distance, the sentry's body jerked back violently, as if he had been punched hard from the front.

The gun in his hand hit the ground with a "clatter."

The man slumped down like a tattered sack, no longer moving.

A tiny, almost invisible blood hole appeared on his left eye socket.

The two drunks by the campfire heard the sound of the gun hitting the ground.

"Hey! Tanaka! What the hell are you doing?!"

One Soldier stood up cursing, peering in the direction of the sentry.

In the darkness, nothing could be seen clearly.

"This guy must have fallen asleep..."

The other Soldier also stood up, wobbling.

The two supported each other as they walked toward where the sentry had fallen.

The moment they left the campfire and entered the shadows.

Chen Xi moved.

He deactivated his optical camouflage.

His figure flashed past the edge of the firelight.

"Who's there?!"

The two drunks were instantly alert, instinctively reaching for the guns at their waists.

But it was too late.

When their gaze turned to where Chen Xi had just appeared, the spot was empty once again.

(Idiots.)

Chen Xi's voice, like a whisper from hell, sounded behind them.

Puchi—

One Soldier's body suddenly stiffened.

He looked down in disbelief at a cold blade tip with a blood groove protruding from his chest.

It was the [weeding sickle].

The other Soldier had just turned around when he saw his companion fall flat.

Fear instantly gripped his heart.

He opened his mouth to call for help.

But a cold hand clamped tightly over his mouth from behind.

Then, a cold sensation at his neck.

He saw his own blood gushing out.

[Double Kill, Rating: Perfect.]

[Obtained Civilization Contribution Points: 20.]

Chen Xi pulled out the scythe and wiped it on the corpse's clothes.

Without even looking at the corpses on the ground, he turned and walked toward the entrance of the library basement.

The entrance was covered by a massive stone slab, piled high with clutter.

He knocked on the stone slab.

Using a specific rhythm: three long and two short.

This was the secret signal provided by "Great Wall" for meeting the rescue target.

After waiting for a long time.

A faint rustling sound finally came from beneath the stone slab.

The stone slab was slowly pushed open from the inside, leaving a crack.

A pale face, covered in terror and dust, peeked out from the gap.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a pair of round-rimmed glasses with one lens shattered.

It was indeed Professor Liu Guowei.

"You..."

Professor Liu's voice was terribly hoarse from fear and prolonged dehydration.

Chen Xi didn't waste words.

He took a self-heating food pack out of his backpack and tore it open.

The aroma of food and the scalding steam instantly filled the cold air.

Professor Liu's eyes were fixed on the steaming braised beef, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.

He hadn't eaten anything for two days.

"I am here to take you home."

Chen Xi handed over the food pack.

"Eat, then we leave."

Looking at the young man of unknown origin who could pull out hot food like a magic trick.

Then looking at the three cold corpses of the invaders in the distance.

For the first time, a glimmer of hope called "survival" rekindled in Professor Liu's eyes.

He took the food pack and began to eat ravenously, his tears flowing down along with the scalding broth.