indianbanksassociation Chapter 213 You're not Chen Mo? Die!
Chapter 213 You're not Chen Mo? Die!
The group quickly cleared the table, followed Karen out of the cafeteria, through the corridor, and into the Obsidian Squad's private weapons storage room.
Karen pressed her fingerprint to unlock the device, the authenticator flashed green, and then a crisp "click" was heard.
Immediately afterwards, the heavy alloy door slid smoothly to one side with a deep hydraulic hum.
The shelves against the wall inside were filled with all kinds of weapons, which were completely different from the ordinary prison guard weapons that Lin Feng had encountered before.
"Hold your weapons tight."
As Karen spoke, she took down an exaggeratedly designed pulse rifle, its body wrapped in silver runes and its muzzle shaped like a diamond.
"This is the Pulse Exorcism Gun. It can fire high-frequency pulse waves, which are fatal to spiritual entities (referring to entities without a fixed, substantial physical body)," Karen proudly introduced to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng opened his mouth, his face showing a mixture of surprise and admiration: "You look incredibly skilled!"
Leon took two short blades, their blades gleaming with a dark luster, capable of slicing through eerie energy barriers.
Royce carried a portable grenade launcher on his back, with a special "Incinerate Grenade" in its ammunition slot. When it explodes, it produces purple flames that can burn the eerie essence.
Karen walked to a locker, took out a set of weapons, handed it to Lin Feng, and said in a deep voice, "This is for you."
Lin Feng took the weapon. It was heavy in his hand; it was a compact, evil-breaking pistol with fine engravings on the barrel. It was thicker and heavier than the ordinary standard pistols he had used before, and a blue crystal was embedded in the muzzle.
In addition, there was a silver dagger with a thin and sharp blade that shimmered faintly.
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Meanwhile, in the core area of the prison, the alloy gates of the Level 1 tactical weapons depot slid open to both sides with a low, hydraulic hum.
This place doesn't resemble a warehouse; it's more like a temple of arms.
Cool white light fell from above, illuminating rows of transparent cabinets suspended in the force field, each weapon precisely fixed like a museum treasure.
Warden Cyrus Mohn walked in slowly, the hem of his long black trench coat barely moving.
His face was a bloodless pale, and a raven perched steadily on his shoulder.
The raven's feathers were so black they seemed to absorb light, but its eyes, like two dark gems tempered by ice, slowly turned, coldly scanning everything.
As the armory keeper, Old Zhou, saw the warden walking straight towards them, he immediately stepped forward and bowed deeply.
"Warden, what do you need?"
"Soul-Locking Chains," Cyrus said in a deep voice.
"Yes, please wait a moment, I'll go get it right away." Old Zhou respectfully replied, then turned and walked to the private safe at the back.
His steps were steady, but his back was already covered in a sticky layer of cold sweat.
He could clearly feel the gaze from the raven on his shoulder, like a tangible icy needle, constantly embedded in his spine.
Old Zhou's fingers trembled almost imperceptibly when they touched the biometric lock on the safe.
Last night, he had already altered the runes on the Soul-Locking Chain as Leng Meng had instructed.
What lies in the cabinet at this moment is a counterfeit item that is indistinguishable from the real thing, yet has no power to bind spirits.
He took a deep breath, used his authority to unlock the layers of locks, and steadily lifted the black iron chain with both hands.
The chain gleamed with a cold, eerie light, and the ancient runes on each link seemed to breathe faintly. To anyone who looked at it, it was no different from the legendary treasure that guarded the prison.
Old Zhou turned around, strode up to the warden, bowed his head, and presented the chains with both hands.
He deliberately avoided Cyrus's eyes, and dared not look at the raven.
"Warden, the Soul-Locking Chains are here."
His voice was respectful as always, but only he knew that deep in his tone was a tense tension that he was trying so hard to suppress, which almost made his heart leap out of his throat.
Cyrus took the Soul-Locking Chain, his fingertips tracing the links, but his gaze suddenly fell on Old Zhou's face, his tone calm yet carrying a sense of pressure:
Are you nervous?
Old Zhou's heart skipped a beat. He quickly forced a stiff smile and bowed, trying to deflect the question:
"Warden, the armory's temperature control system malfunctioned last night. I spent half the night fixing it. It was my negligence, and I beg you to punish me!"
The air fell silent for two seconds.
Then, Cyrus raised an eyebrow, his fingertips still lightly sliding along the chain link:
"It's alright. Equipment will inevitably develop minor problems after prolonged use. We'll just increase the frequency of maintenance in the future."
Old Zhou's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled, and he nodded hastily:
"Yes, yes, yes, as the warden commands!"
Cyrus flicked his wrist, and the heavy black iron chain wrapped around his pale wrist and forearm as if it were alive. The entire chain lay flat against the sleeve of his black trench coat, with only a few cold outlines and faint rune lights showing through.
He reached out and touched the raven on his shoulder, then turned and walked out of the armory.
Only when Cyrus's footsteps had completely faded away did Old Zhou's legs give way, and he slumped into a chair, panting heavily.
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At 9:40 a.m., at the entrance of the Δ area.
Lin Feng arrived on time, following Karen, Leon, and Reus, in front of the heavy alloy isolation door.
There are five minutes left until the agreed meeting time.
Lin Feng's heart was beating steadily and powerfully in his chest, but his nerves were taut to the limit.
He took a deep breath and stared blankly into space.
[Infinite Deduction, Activate!]
Consciousness instantly sank into that familiar gray space, and the flow of time was stretched and extended dramatically.
He "saw" what would happen five minutes later, like a fast-forwarded video—
Three figures appeared precisely at the end of the corridor ahead, walking steadily forward.
The man in the center was Warden Cyrus Mohn, his long black overcoat casting a shadowy shadow, and on his shoulder... wait... that's not a parrot... but a raven?!
Following behind Cyrus were Leng Meng and... Qin Yue, on his left and right respectively.
Qin Yue?
Lin Feng frowned slightly. How did she get here?
Was it a last-minute summons by the warden, or... Leng Meng's arrangement?
If it's the former, it means that Qin Yue is the warden's person, and the next plan will face huge uncertainties.
Cyrus quickly moved to the front of the squad.
Lin Feng and the three squad members immediately straightened their backs, pounded their right fists into their left chests, and gave a standard Obsidian military salute:
"Warden! Deputy Warden!"
Cyrus nodded slightly, his gaze, sharp as an icicle, slowly sweeping across the four faces.
When his gaze fell on Lin Feng's face, his gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly, and a very faint line appeared between his brows.
"Chen Mo?" The warden's voice wasn't loud, but it made the air in the simulation freeze slightly. "Haven't seen you for a few days, and you seem... a bit younger?"
Lin Feng paused for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing as he hesitated whether to speak.
sound!
He couldn't imitate Chen Mo's voice; once he opened his mouth, he would inevitably reveal his flaws!
This momentary hesitation and subtle change in expression did not escape Cyrus's sharp eyes.
His pupils suddenly changed color, as if ice was shattering, replaced by a chilling killing intent.
"You are not Chen Mo!"
Before he finished speaking, Cyrus's right hand, which was hanging by his side of his trench coat, suddenly rose up, his five fingers forming a claw, and thick, ink-like black energy instantly condensed at his fingertips, grabbing straight for Lin Feng's throat!
If this claw were to land firmly, it would not only crush the throat bone, but the attached soul-corroding black energy would also instantly erode life force...