Scarlet Descent-Chapter 49 - The Justice Bearer

It was past two in the morning when a prepared truck quietly left Iron City. They took a pre-arranged route, avoiding the patrol team, but the truck still sped along, its headlights dimmed in the darkness. The road was overgrown with weeds, and the truck's cargo area occasionally dripped with fresh blood.

"Hurry, Pastor Chen can't hold on much longer," someone urged anxiously.

Under the moonlight, the cargo area revealed a group of people who looked fierce but disheveled. There were eight or nine of them, including two in combat nun uniforms, one in a priest's attire, and the rest were rugged mercenaries. Originally, their firepower was enough to intimidate any gathering of over three hundred people in the wilderness. However, now they were in a pitiful state.

The two nuns had large bloodstains on their bodies, with unhealed wounds on their shoulders and chests, constantly oozing blood plasma. The priest had been nearly disemboweled, with two life-saving injections already administered, but blood still gushed from his chest and mouth.

"What kind of opponent did you face?" the woman driving the truck asked, wearing a silver-gray business suit and frameless glasses. She had fishnet stockings and red high heels but shared the same aura as the nuns.

She glanced at the carnage in the rearview mirror and whispered: "Two mentor-level, three deacon-level, plus the support of a mercenary group and ample ammunition, even two rocket launchers... Detailed plans..."

"And yet, you were completely defeated in under an hour?"

"..."

"Five minutes!" someone finally spoke up from the back.

The driver looked up sharply at the rearview mirror. A nun with a pale face said: "We spent an hour setting up traps and waiting. The actual fight lasted only five minutes."

"We planned to hold out for an hour, maybe even eliminate the target, but we collapsed in less than five minutes. Adding the time it took to withdraw from the hospital and avoid pursuit, the whole process might have been only three minutes."

The driver's hand trembled, nearly losing control of the truck. "How could this be?"

She thought to herself: "Is there someone this strong in Iron City?"

"Not surprising at all," another nun replied, her neck bleeding profusely. "After all, it was the former leader of the White Ghost Knights."

She wiped her neck, only to get a handful of blood, her face expressionless: "The Sect Leader once said that if he had submitted back then, he might be the leader of the Ninth Sect now."

"Anyway," she glanced around at the desolate wilderness, feeling a strange sense of safety: "We managed to escape with our lives and obtained data on his recent strength. That's an achievement..."

"..."

"But the mission failed," the driver reminded, surprised by the nun's optimism.

The nun looked at her coldly: "Do you really think the Sect Leader wouldn't anticipate our failure?"

"He knew our opponent's strength and ours before we started. So, no matter what mission, as long as we give it our all, we'll achieve the Sect Leader's strategic goals."

The other nun and the driver fell silent, seemingly not having considered this perspective before, but they dared not argue. The power disparity was terrifying, and they didn't even feel resentful. For now, they could only return and discuss with the Sect Leader...

Just as this thought arose, the speeding truck suddenly stopped with a screech. The passengers nearly fell over, reopening their wounds.

"What's wrong?" they asked, immediately on high alert, looking at the driver.

"Up ahead..." she pointed, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Everyone stood up, squinting into the darkness. After a few seconds, they saw a car about seven to eight meters ahead, blocking the narrow path. It was a sturdy, modified jeep, silent and still.

The group fell silent, their eyes fixed on the jeep. The only sound was the faint moonlight above.

Just then, a tattered, yellowish pumpkin lantern extended from the jeep's window, swaying gently.

"Brother, sister, you crushed the little pumpkin lantern. Can you help me fix it?"

A man's voice came from the jeep, seemingly teasing.

The group exchanged nervous glances, their hair standing on end: "Where did this madman come from in the middle of the night?"

The driver suddenly turned on the headlights, illuminating the jeep. Two beams of light revealed a young man sitting in the driver's seat, smoking a cigarette.

He looked displeased but smiled politely: "You folks seem to lack a sense of humor." freeweɓnovel.cѳm

The group saw that he was quite young, leaning back in his seat.

"Seriously, I suspect you're involved in the Scrap Iron City raid. I'd like you to come with me for questioning."

"So, hand over your weapons and line up?"

The group's hearts skipped a beat. The driver narrowed her eyes: "Did Ouyang send you?"

The young man shook his head, smiling: "It's my sense of justice."

The group was momentarily speechless.

The next moment, several mercenaries in the truck stood up, holding their remaining automatic rifles and submachine guns.

Confirming the enemy, they didn't hesitate. Bullets flew towards the jeep, sparking as they hit the vehicle. The windshield was peppered with white dots but didn't shatter immediately.

The pendant on the rearview mirror was startled, swinging back and forth.

"Why do I always meet people who don't cooperate?" Wei Wei muttered, a smile spreading across his face: "Guess I have no choice..."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, biting his wrist. The jeep's bulletproof glass could hold for a while but wouldn't last under such intense firepower. Several areas already showed signs of cracking.

The opponents couldn't see Wei Wei's actions due to the intense light and firepower. He took advantage of this to slowly raise his gun. Blood seeped into the gun's body, causing it to undergo a grotesque and mysterious transformation. Energy filled the gun, building up frantically for three seconds.

Wei Wei suddenly pulled the trigger, and the gun fired a blood-red glow. The jeep's windshield, already strained, was shattered by Wei Wei's shot from inside. A type-1 demon-hunting bullet, enhanced by twisted blood threads, flew out and struck the truck.

When Wei Wei fired, he didn't aim. Under the opponents' intense light and firepower, he couldn't see clearly, so he relied on memory to point the gun in the truck's direction. He used his crimson ability to enhance the bullet to its maximum power. He couldn't fire a second shot within three minutes, but this single bullet created a terrifying scene.

The blood-red glow was even more vivid under the truck's headlights. In an instant, the bullet pierced the truck's front, shattered the gearshift in the driver's hand, and passed through the thick layers of the cargo compartment into the crowded area.

It broke the leg of a mercenary who was firing, grazed the waist of a combat nun, and ripped off half of the priest's brain, who was being held by the nun. Finally, it flew into the distant weeds.

Like a sword, it pierced through the entire vehicle in an instant.

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