Naming Technique of the Night-Chapter 645 - 397. Amulet
Chapter 645: 397. Amulet
Chapter 645: 397. Amulet
The night returned to tranquility.
April and May, draped in black cloaks, stood on the street.
April, frustrated, was on the phone with March, “Boss, why don’t you send some more people over? We’ve been working overtime way too often lately. We were just eating hotpot when suddenly, this high-level battle broke out, and we didn’t even finish our meal…”
March asked, “Which hotpot restaurant was it?”
April recalled, “The Fuweiju on Lindong Road in the Fourth Area.”
March said, “That place isn’t tasty. Next time go to the Monster Hotpot Restaurant across the street; they don’t reuse old pot bases, and they’re more generous with the spices.”
Nowadays, condiments in the Federation are very expensive, and most businesses are reluctant to use too much. One pound of synthetic protein costs four dollars, but a pound of scallions, ginger, or garlic might cost several dozen dollars.
Under normal circumstances, residents would grow some garlic sprouts, cilantro, and the like in flower pots at home, but such cramped living spaces hardly meet daily needs.
Thus, some people would dry the chives they planted and then soak them in water on important days to make dumplings.
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April suddenly felt something was off, “Wait a minute, boss, the hotpot isn’t the point of what I’m saying.”
“No backup, handle it yourself,” March said calmly, “There won’t be any casualties above B-Class there.”
“But there are too many of them,” April said dejectedly, “it’s just May and me here, and we’re so busy, we don’t even have time for a beauty sleep.”
“Just endure it for a while,” March said.
April sighed; their boss was always this unflappable, completely unconvincing.
After hanging up the phone, April suddenly said to May, “How about we take in Qing Chen? It would be less tiring for us.”
“No way, according to the rules we aren’t allowed to lay a hand on him,” May replied with a smile, “Come on, let’s get back to work.”
At this moment, the street was deserted, except for Sun Chu Ci and others who cautiously approached.
April curiously looked at Sun Chu Ci, somehow finding the young man quite pleasing to the eye.
She thought for a moment and asked, “What are you here for? Aren’t you afraid of dying?”
Looking at the bodies scattered around, Sun Chu Ci tried to stay composed, “Someone told us to come and pick up some weapons and equipment, said there were plenty here, all for free…”
April paused, “Then go ahead and pick them up.”
As she spoke, she pulled a pen from her sleeve, lightly tapped it on a body, which then turned to ash and scattered into the air.
Sun Chu Ci stared in shock, the new, red pen in April’s hand looked like a wand from a fairy tale, albeit with an indescribably eerie aura.
April looked up at him, “Hurry up and pick them up. The Garrison Forces will be here soon to clean up the battlefield.”
It was Qing Chen who had told Sun Chu Ci to collect the weapons.
The young man thought about Sun Chu Ci wanting to spend money to update equipment, then tightly going through a good year, and figured he’d give these downtrodden Zheng City Time Travelers a bit of a break.
At this moment, the firearms on the street were more than expected.
Sun Chu Ci and the others had obediently been sitting inside a barbecue restaurant, only hearing the gunfire without knowing what was happening.
Now, the mess of the battlefield made Sun Chu Ci couldn’t help but wonder about Qing Chen’s real identity, as he was able to lead a battle of this scale in the capital city of the Federation.
Sun Chu Ci stopped pondering, he turned to Tuan Zi, “Bring our car over quick, these weapons won’t even fit in one car.”
Tuan Zi had lost his initial fear, and was now brimming with joy.
Someone from the Hunting Team whispered to Sun Chu Ci, “Hooking up with someone like him, could we also become an organization like Daylight?”
Sun Chu Ci thought for a moment, “It’s a bit difficult, but we can try.”
In a private club in the Second District, Yan Chunmi sat in a booth with a crimson “Hellhound” cocktail in hand.
She spoke softly, “Have you heard about what happened on Struggle Road?”
Behind her, a young man laughed, “Such a big event, of course I heard about it. Our new boss is really powerful, played Jindai Kashima for a fool, and even brought Qing Zhou back.”
Yan Chunmi calmly said, “The boss didn’t want to bring back Qing Zhou; as far as I know, Qing Zhun, who once served under Mr. Shadow as Kite Falcon, was received by Jindai Yasuhara, and the boss wants to use Jindai Yasuhara to trade for Qing Mu to come home.”
The young man behind her was taken aback, his expression showing a hint of excitement.
Yan Chunmi continued, “Don’t get excited yet, you must have noticed, our new boss is no ordinary person. Mr. Shadow also provides him substantial support, but the problem is, with such a big event tonight, the boss still didn’t let us make a move, which shows distrust.”
The young man fell silent for a while, “What should we do?”
“Make sure we don’t get marginalized. If Kite Falcon gets marginalized, the only outcome is to be purged,” Yan Chunmi said, “Give me 24 hours to keep a close watch on Qing Xing. The boss wants his movements and the Taboo in his possession. If we mess this up, you and I might as well await our fate in the Cold Palace.”
The young man pondered for a moment, “But Qing Xing also has twelve Kite Falcons with him.”
Qing Xing, a member of the Spy Bureau, typically had twelve Kite Falcons under his command, all seasoned battlefield intelligence agents, highly skilled in reconnaissance, counter-reconnaissance, assassination, infiltration, and disguise.
