January 3rd, morning. Forest area in the outskirts of Yunshan County.

Teams of Death Messengers from surrounding counties and cities arrived by vehicle at the roadside outside the forest area.

Various vehicles turned off their engines, doors opened, and at least forty people, scattered along both sides of the road, got out.

Most of these people were locals from Fuzong Province, with a small number from other provinces.

Within Fuzong Province, besides lone wolves, there were mainly two small groups.

One was the Linyin Cottage, and the other was the Prayer Hall.

The leader of Linyin Cottage was a middle-aged uncle with a haggard face, dressed in camouflage, sitting on a large rock by the roadside, silently smoking a cigarette, seemingly uninterested in anything else.

The people from the Prayer Hall were even more distinctive. As soon as they got out of the car, they started taking out various books and chanting incantations. Upon closer inspection, it was all scripture invoking blessings from various religious gods and Buddhas.

This represented a major direction for Death Messengers—seeking help from religious faith.

Around him stood a group of more than ten people, all nearby members of the Tower of Despair.

A small number of people were Special Individuals, some of whom were still students, big kids in their teens.

The penetrating power of that submachine gun was extremely weak. In a forest environment, even if it hit a thick tree trunk, the bullet would still penetrate.

Sima Gui, feeling something was wrong, reached out and fired two shots, hitting a gun-wielding soldier in front of him.

"What's going on!?"

Entering his sight, eight figures wearing dark long sleeves and trousers were approaching under the lead of two soldiers.

"The specialist's announcement said that as long as we come to assist in the Death Messenger investigation, we can get a large sum of money, is that true?"

Zhuang Liangliang rubbed his eyes.

Groups of Death Messengers standing around focused their attention on the direction of the footsteps.

"At least we don't have to worry anymore.

After all, not everyone is as rich and powerful as Rainbow Candy and Dragon Gate Crane.

Everyone bowed their heads to turn off their phones, and then followed the team of soldiers towards the depths of the forest.

The expressions of the three people just now froze. That person… could it be a woman!?

Only Zhao Shi'en, Sima Gui and a few others, after the initial shock, realized something was wrong and immediately fell to the ground, crawling behind thick tree trunks to return fire.

The gunshots disappeared completely.

"Why is this happening? We're using Bai Xing modules, can't we use a better anti-hacker module? Is this a trap?" Zhuang Liangyi asked suspiciously.

"People are coming!" someone shouted.

"Dying like this seems alright too." Sima Gui looked at him and even smiled.

"Indeed, there must be some difficult screening conditions. When has the government ever been so generous?"

The group stretched into a long line, and after walking about a mile, they could vaguely see the outline of Wolf Cave in the distance.

Before he could understand what had happened, everything suddenly became quiet.

Wait! Why is a woman wearing pigtails???

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Afterwards, the twin-tailed girl behind Sima Yi made a V sign, looking relaxed and happy.

Why are there people coming at a time like this!?"

His men were all carrying Bai Xing's SR-457 model jungle submachine guns.

Before Zhao Shi'en could finish speaking, faint footsteps came from the nearby forest.

Not only him, but all nearly seventy soldiers present stopped shooting at that moment, as if they were wooden puppets, frozen in place.

Soon, teams of white soldiers in full white fireproof suits and exo-armor, walked out of the forest with guns in hand.

"My internet name is Ping An Daoren, but I don't know his real name." The decadent uncle Sima Gui whispered.

"They're not holding guns, they must be government people!"

Blood seeped into the soil and grass from the corpses. Some splattered on the tree trunks and fallen leaves, dyeing the entire forest with a faint red color.

"Group leader Wen Shan,

It's almost ten o'clock, right? The notice said to gather here at ten o'clock, why haven't we seen anyone from the government?"

"Please be quiet, everyone. Because the Death Messenger matter requiring assistance is confidential, we hope everyone will cooperate and turn off their communication devices to avoid leaks and serious consequences."

Zhuang Liangliang gritted his teeth and wanted to refute, but behind him, he felt something was wrong, and suddenly faintly heard a subtle voice. *Puff puff puff puff!*

"Alas, our group still lacks some heavyweights." Zhao Shi'en sighed.

"Five million per participant! Damn, doing this is enough for my daughter's entire college expenses! It's worth it even if I die!"

"Too bad, my boss has returned to the country, and I won't be working with him anymore.

"Don't quarrel, everyone, don't rush, wait for the official unified announcement and arrangements." Zhuang Liangliang had just recovered from his injuries, and now he also came to earn extra money and maintain order.

At this time, Sima Yi and his three companions slowly approached and saw a large area of Death Messengers lying dead on the ground.

The several people were surrounded by gun-wielding soldiers on all sides, and their deaths were basically inevitable.

"The problem is, why would they help you? Our relationship is alright, but not to the extent of risking our lives for each other... If I ask, it's good if they agree, but if they don't, then this line will be completely lost. We'll have to cut off contact in the future. Unless it's absolutely necessary..."

The leading captain shouted loudly.

It was his former colleague, Sima Yi!

Although he was used to death, anyone who looked at so many corpses at once, all of whom were of the same kind as himself, would experience a great shock in their heart.

The decadent uncle, the leader of the Linyin Cottage, walked up to Zhao Shi'en and asked.

Caught off guard, everyone didn't expect to be suddenly attacked by government soldiers. Most people were shot through the body on the spot and fell to the ground.

At that moment, all the soldiers suddenly raised their guns and pointed them at the Death Messengers present.

"Sima Gui. Group Leader Wen Shan has survived seven Death Messenger events, and his reputation is still quite resounding in the circle." The decadent uncle said seriously.

Zhao Shi'en's internet name was Li Cheng Wenshan, so he was nicknamed Wenshan.

It seemed as if the previous action had never happened.

Such Death Messengers were ultimately a very small minority.

"A friend of mine." Zhao Shi'en immediately showed a hint of pride when he mentioned that person, "He's a true big shot! Strong strength, good character, and a low-frequency flasher! I've worked with him before, and that person is truly amazing!"

"Sure enough, it's Wolf Cave..." Zhao Shi'en knew he had guessed correctly. Even the government was interested in the Blue Book. It seemed that there was something big hidden inside.

"I don't know, but you know the government's style, a bit pretentious is normal. After all, we are just a group of marginalized people who are not valued," Zhao Shi'en sighed.

Each of these soldiers was over one meter four in height on average, with a burly and strong physique, completely wrapped in armor and fireproof suits, without revealing any skin.

"Ashamed, most of it was just luck. What about that Taoist priest over there?" Zhao Shi'en asked.

The leader of the Prayer Hall was a Taoist priest with a goatee, wearing a Tai Chi black and white Taoist robe. He carried a wooden sword on his back and his long hair was tied into a Taoist bun, exuding an air of immortality.

So too many people were tempted.

Zhao Shi'en and Sima Gui followed suit, turned off their phones, and then entered the depths of the forest.

"Now, I will lead the team. Everyone, walk forward and enter a completely shielded area. Please do not make loud noises, thank you." The captain continued to shout.

With calculation against unpreparedness, a total of seventy or more people could not escape at all. After only a few seconds, before they had time to scream, most of them fell to the ground and died.

The bullets were deflected, sparking, but the soldiers still stood there blankly, without moving.

Among those present, they often saw wealthy people posting high-value Death Messenger tasks in the group, and they had long been envious, but because flashing entirely depended on luck and probability, and the probability of it happening was very low, very few people were able to make money.

"Sima Yi! Run, it's a trap!!" In his urgency, he wanted to shout loudly.

Caught off guard, everyone didn't expect to be suddenly attacked by government soldiers. Most of them were shot through the body on the spot and fell to the ground.

At that moment, all the soldiers suddenly raised their guns and aimed them at the Death Messengers present.

"Sima Gui. Wen Shan, the group leader, has survived seven Death Messenger events, and his reputation is still quite resounding in the circle." The decadent uncle said seriously.

Zhao Shi'en's internet name was Li Cheng Wenshan, so he was nicknamed Wenshan.

It seemed as if the previous action had never happened.

Such Death Messengers were ultimately a very small minority.

"A friend of mine." Zhao Shi'en immediately showed a hint of pride when he mentioned that person, "He's a true big shot! Strong strength, good character, and a low-frequency flasher! I've worked with him before, and that person is truly amazing!"

"Low-frequency Flasher? Is the only low-frequency flasher in the distance your buddy!?" Sima Gui's eyes lit up instantly, revealing a hint of envy.

"Heavyweight? Who?" Sima Gui asked in confusion.

"With an official specialist as a guarantor, it should be genuine, but whether you can qualify for assistance is probably difficult. Otherwise, they wouldn't offer such a high price."

Just as he was about to shout, he saw the two soldiers who were leading Sima Yi and the others pull back the firearm safeties, turn around, raise their guns, and aim.

"Because Bai Xing has a lot of module traps, it requires a lot of supporting things to exert the desired effect. Once you use it, hehe, a reconnaissance module with the same function will sell you seven times the price, will you buy it or not? If you don't buy it, all the modules you bought before will be useless." The twin-tailed girl explained.

"They are all machine soldiers, and with the communication module we just got, infiltration is still very easy. Their surface modules are advanced, but in fact, the anti-hacker module still uses Su Tan's version, there's no challenge at all."

Zhao Shi'en quickly glanced back.

But their bullets couldn't penetrate the soldiers' bulletproof exo-armor at all.

"Yeah, that guy is very cultured, kind, righteous, and helps out when things happen!" Zhao Shi'en said with emotion.

He frowned slightly at this time and slowly walked towards them.

Among them, the person walking in the front had short hair, was tall and strong, with a peaceful face, but his dark eyes had a kind of captivating brilliance.

In addition to that, there was also a man with a familiar yin-yang hairstyle—Turtle Bro.

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Since the boss, Syndra, left, his best way to make money was gone. He was used to the beautiful life of luxury, and now suddenly returning to the initial hard days, it made him very unaccustomed.

"My friend is called..." He looked at the other person.

"Sima Gui. The group leader of Wenshan, who lived through seven Death Messenger events, still has a resounding reputation in the circle." The decadent uncle said seriously.

Zhao Shi'en's online name is Li Cheng Wenshan, so he is called Wenshan for short.

The silenced bullets were like raindrops, densely interwoven into a large net, instantly engulfing everyone present.

The bullets were deflected, sparking, but the soldiers still stood there blankly, without moving.

Among those present, they often saw wealthy brothers and sisters posting high-amount Death Messenger missions in the group, and they had long been envious, but because the flashing all depended on the probability of personal character, and the probability of happening was very, very low, so very few people were able to earn money.

"Zhao Shi'en! Quick, escape, it's a trap!!" He urgently wanted to shout out loud.

Caught off guard, everyone didn't expect that they would be suddenly attacked by official soldiers, and most of them were shot through the body on the spot and fell to the ground.

At this moment, all the soldiers suddenly raised their gun muzzles and pointed them at the Death Messengers present.

"Sima Gui. Wen Shan, the group leader, has survived seven Death Messenger events, and his reputation is still quite resounding in the circle." The decadent uncle said seriously.

Zhao Shi'en's online name is Li Cheng Wenshan, so he is called Wenshan for short.

It seemed as if the previous action had never happened.

Such Death Messengers were ultimately a very small minority.

"A friend of mine." Zhao Shi'en showed a trace of pride when he mentioned this person, "He is a true great person! Strong strength, good character, and also a low-frequency flasher! I have cooperated with him before, this person is really nothing to say!"

"Sure enough, it's Wolf Cave..." Zhao Shi'en knew that he had guessed correctly. Even the officials were interested in this thing, the Blue Book, it seemed that the things hidden inside were very big.

"I don't know, but you understand the style of the officials, it's normal to have some airs. After all, we are just a group of unimportant marginalized people." Zhao Shi'en sighed.

Each of these soldiers had an average height of more than one meter and four, with a burly and strong build, and were all wrapped in armor and fireproof suits, completely not revealing half a point of skin.

"Ashamed, most of it was because I was lying down, what about the Taoist over there?" Zhao Shi'en asked.

The group leader of the Prayer Hall was a Taoist with a goatee, wearing a black and white Taoist robe with Taiji patterns. He carried a wooden sword on his back, and his long hair was tied into a Taoist bun, exuding an air of immortal elegance.

Therefore, there were too many people who were tempted.

Zhao Shi'en and Sima Gui also followed along, turned off their phones, and then went deep into the forest.

"Now, I will lead the team, everyone, walk inward, you need to enter a completely shielded area. Please do not make loud noises, thank you." The squad leader continued to shout.