Chapter 15

After storing Zou Zhengze's corpse and the black umbrella containing Chai Cuiqiao into the inventory, Li Ang scanned the scene to ensure no traceable clues remained. He then sprinted out of the shantytown, quickly shedding his dark clothing to reveal a white t-shirt and black shorts underneath.

Donning a helmet, lowering the brim, slinging a backpack over his shoulder, and sticking reflective stickers to the left side of the bicycle's handlebar, he slowly rode out of the shantytown's shadows.

After passing through an area without surveillance cameras, Li Ang appeared to be an ordinary cycling enthusiast, openly riding on the road.

Numerous vehicles were parked along the roadside. Many private car owners had exited their cars, holding up their phones to film the shantytown – the black clouds, lightning, and occasional sounds of collapsing buildings were quite attention-grabbing.

Li Ang imitated them, stopping his bicycle and curiously looking towards the shantytown, though his eyes continued to dart around.

A triangular paper airplane flew through the air. The paper was the most ordinary A4, the folds were crude and unrefined.

No one present noticed the paper airplane. Li Ang glanced sideways, seeing the paper airplane flying at high speed towards the shantytown, maintaining a stable flight posture that defied aerodynamic principles.

The speed was at least seventy miles per hour...

Li Ang averted his gaze. Seconds later, a dozen or so jet-black police armored vehicles sped through the night, thick off-road, explosion-proof tires crushing roadside puddles, scattering moonlight across the ground.

These armored vehicles were three meters tall, equipped with explosion-proof launchers, camera monitoring and transmission systems, strong light illumination systems, and could effectively defend against ordinary firearms. Multiple firing ports were installed on the vehicles to ensure that personnel inside could counterattack.

On either side of the armored vehicle convoy were two columns of motorcycle escorts. Three armed helicopters, equipped with giant searchlights, even flew overhead.

Such armed forces, comparable to wartime levels, were rare in Yin City. The car owners, whispering amongst themselves, showed surprise and fear, and quickly put away their phones, driving away from the shantytown.

Li Ang mingled into the traffic, seeing a police checkpoint set up not far ahead, specifically checking passing vehicles, verifying the identities of those inside, and confiscating phones to check for recorded videos.

Such a quick response...

Li Ang lowered his helmet brim, silently angled his bicycle handlebar, and steered his bike onto the slope of the riverside road. He crouched down in the bushes on the slope, placing the bicycle in the backpack compartment, removing his helmet, putting on headphones, and disguising himself as a night-running enthusiast, slowly jogging along the stone path beside the riverbank.

After avoiding the police checkpoint, Li Ang weaved through surveillance blind spots, returning to his residential complex, parked his bicycle, scaled the building's wall to the rooftop, and climbed through the window into his apartment.

After checking and confirming that his apartment door hadn't been knocked on, the doorknob hadn't been turned, and the windows hadn't been opened, Li Ang finally breathed a sigh of relief, tidied up the phone left in front of the door, changed into pajamas, and returned to bed.

Minutes later, the security door was knocked upon. Upon opening it, two young police officers stood outside.

"Police officers, is something the matter?" Li Ang asked, yawning, wearing blue pajamas and looking sleepy.

"Uh... nothing," the officers said. "Carry on sleeping."

The security door closed, and Li Ang returned to bed, his mind still pondering.

In fact, the Special Affairs Bureau's response speed was definitely not slow. Within five minutes of the phone call, they had already deployed armored vehicles, helicopters, and the official background player represented by that paper airplane according to the emergency plan.

Presumably, the Special Affairs Bureau has special response teams set up in various urban areas for rapid dispatch, but in the face of extraordinary creatures with high mobility and destructive power, this response speed still seems somewhat sluggish – official background players are ultimately in the minority, and once distributed across major cities, their overall number will be quickly diluted.

This is one of the reasons why the Special Affairs Bureau has been promoting recruitment on the player luntan.

Li Ang closed his eyes, feigning sleep, and began to tally the rewards of this mission in his mind.

Mission Reward 1: Additional 300 experience points.

Li Ang's previous experience bar was at 390/400 of Lv4. After gaining 300 experience points, he smoothly reached the experience requirement for Lv5.

It is worth mentioning that killing Zou Zhengze also brought Li Ang 400 experience points, even with Chai Cuiqiao assisting nearby and taking a share of the combat contribution.

Although the system didn't provide Zou Zhengze's specific level, it could be roughly inferred that he was probably a few levels stronger than Xing Hechou from the Lone Mountain Cold Temple mission, and roughly on par with the Shanxiao.

Killing the Shanxiao required the combined effort of several players, while killing Zou Zhengze only took Li Ang and Chai Cuiqiao, one person and one ghost. The Ripple Breathing Technique, which specifically restrains filth and yin energy, contributed greatly.

"Is the system encouraging players to kill each other..."

Li Ang scratched his head, confirmed the level up, but didn't rush to allocate points.

Mission Reward 2: 400 game coins.

Before this, Li Ang had already accumulated 2000 game coins. Adding these 400 points, he could already look forward to the lowest-level items on the mall shelves.

The player luntan has dedicated black market exchange posts, mostly for buying equipment and items, but there are also barter trades, and even local tyrant players directly spending millions of soft sister coins to purchase suitable skills.

If you don't spend money, how can you become stronger? First, buy a VIP membership.

The luntan's black market exchange is certainly thriving, but items above the rare level are generally priced but not available. Some more precious and powerful props and equipment are still only sold on the mall shelves.

After all, now is the peak period of the Killing Game, and major organizations are doing their best to scavenge for good things. When a player group just unearths a powerful item and prepares to sell it, it will be bought by wealthy and powerful organizations,

Most of what flows into the market are defective products.

Li Ang even suspected that half of those local tyrants on luntan who are holding loudspeakers and shouting all day about buying equipment, props, and skill cards at high prices are sellers pretending to heat up the market and find someone to take over, and the other half are disguises for official organizations such as the Special Affairs Bureau...

Mission Reward 3: Random quality random item * 1

Unlike the previous few missions, this mission reward has been changed to a random quality random item. As long as you don't get broken or ordinary quality items, you'll make a profit anyway.

It's rare for the system to show some kindness. It's time to open the box. The moment to test whether you're a European Emperor or an African Wretch is now!

Li Ang took a deep breath and opened it!

A flash of light, and a metal stick, as thick as a bowl and inlaid with golden stars at the top, appeared in its place.

Name: Steel Stick

Type: Weapon

Quality: Ordinary

Attack Power: Medium

Effect: Extremely Sturdy

Equipment Condition: Strength attribute greater than or equal to 8

Note: This iron rod, once belonging to an outstanding pastry chef, has made the world's best golden ratio shaomai.

Li Ang was silent for a moment, finally unable to resist complaining: "Why is it called 'Steel Stick'? Is this imitating Steel Piano?

Moreover, this iron rod belonging to a yellow-haired, scarred-faced pastry chef who likes to go shirtless is clearly a rolling pin! Is it really okay to use kitchen utensils as blood-stained weapons?"

Complaints aside, this bowl-thick steel stick is still quite good. Although the material is only ordinary, it has the system's label of "extremely sturdy." It couldn't possibly be worse than ordinary steel on the market.

Combined with Silver Ripple Walk, this weighty rolling pin can also be considered a sharp weapon... right.