webnovelvip Chapter 635 'Smart People'
Chapter 635 'Smart People'
Chapter 635 'Smart People'
Boom!!
The dull, deafening roar was like thunder erupting from the depths of the earth.
Then came a continuous roar of cannon fire, like a hellish furnace exploding.
Boom! Boom boom boom—!
Bang!
Da da da da—!
The muffled roar of large-caliber howitzers, the sharp hum of electromagnetic acceleration weapons tearing through the air, the mournful whistling of multiple rocket launchers covering the ground, and the dense, destructive rhythm of heavy machine gun fire—all these destructive sounds intertwined, overlapped, and amplified, instantly shattering the deathly silence of the wasteland and playing a chilling symphony of death under the leaden sky.
The sound was so close, as if it were coming from the other side of the mountain ridge. The shockwave from the explosion, carrying with it the smell of gunpowder and blood, felt like an invisible giant hand slapping hard on everyone's face.
"Ugh!"
"Run! Run—no!!"
A brief, heart-wrenching scream and a curse filled with despair and treacherous rage, like the most piercing and shrill note in a piece of music, were forcefully inserted into the destructive roar.
But their existence is extremely short-lived; they often only make a half-sound before being completely crushed and swallowed up by a more violent explosion and the terrifying sound of metal tearing flesh apart. The astonishment, fear, and overwhelming hatred contained in that sound are enough to make anyone who hears it goosebumps, even from a distance.
Mr. Trigger didn't look at the fleeing figures, nor did he make any move.
His gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, was fixed on the silent steel forest of the Dragon Group.
What is he looking at?
He was observing the order.
No soldier left the ranks to scramble for the readily available spoils, no tank moved even an inch to get a better firing angle, all the cannons remained steadily pointed at their designated positions, and all the soldiers were like statues cast in steel. Only the occasional cold gaze sweeping through the tactical goggles proved that they were living beings.
It was a kind of discipline that seeped into one's very bones, a kind of absolute control that was almost impossible to exist in the chaotic and desperate wasteland.
Looking at the soldiers whose gazes were not diverted by the sounds of battle, Mr. Trigger finally realized what he was facing and why Fang Xin had been able to rise so quickly.
Order is a joke in the wasteland; it's something only those who can't survive can dream of.
After the gods of the era took control of this world, all that remained on the wasteland was chaos, and only by immersing themselves in the chaos could they have a chance to survive.
But before this, the world had an order, only the old order was crushed by the gods of the era and their intelligent machine army.
Mr. Trigger, who had been a member of the Scavengers and the Church of the Ages, now finally understands the changing times.
It wasn't that the old order was broken, nor that the old order was easily defeated; rather, the old order lost to the more orderly epochal deities. Under the epochal deities' hive mentality, the human order was simply unable to resist. Consequently, the world existed under a new order.
Is the world in chaos? No, that's just the appearance they see. To truly change the world and usher in a new era, a new order is needed to break it.
The steel army standing before them, obeying orders without question, is the new order poised to sweep across the entire wasteland...
Thinking of this, Mr. Trigger felt as if his heart had been gripped tightly by an invisible, cold iron hand, sinking into an abyss.
His own cunning and opportunistic ways of survival seemed so laughable and insignificant in the face of this silent army with a will as strong as steel.
Meanwhile, the few henchmen beside him were already struck dumb. One of the short, stocky guys suddenly collapsed to his knees with a thud, his knees hitting the frozen ground with a dull thud. His body trembled violently, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.
A trap, a naked, cruel, and appalling killing trap. Fang Xin's nonchalant "leave safely" was nothing short of a death sentence.
He had no intention of letting go of anyone who left with greed and wishful thinking. The so-called "letting them go" was nothing more than driving those disorganized routs into a pre-arranged, perfect slaughterhouse.
Mr. Trigger clenched his fist instinctively, the cold, golden gear digging deep into his palm, causing a sharp pain that made a struggle flash in his cloudy eyes.
He suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on the excessively young leader of the Dragon Group in the center of the open space.
Fang Xin was also looking at him.
There was no smugness, no contempt; his gaze was as calm as a deep, ancient well, clearly reflecting Mr. Trigger's surprise, doubt, and resentment at that moment.
Under that calm gaze, Mr. Trigger felt like a clown stripped naked under a spotlight, all his pretense and scheming exposed.
That silent gaze was more oppressive than any threat.
Mr. Trigger's Adam's apple bobbed nervously, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. "You really came for that girl?"
"Yes." Fang Xin nodded frankly.
At this point, lies were meaningless, and Mr. Trigger suddenly smiled with relief. "You know, I used to suspect that the rumors about the traces of the gods of the ages appearing here were something you deliberately spread, and now, I really hope that my suspicion is true..."
"...Because this way, at least it proves that our deaths had some value, rather than being like trash that you casually swept away."
"Does that matter?" Fang Xin asked.
"Are you really prepared to kill everyone here?" Mr. Trigger gritted his teeth. "If we die here, your Dragon Group will be besieged by the entire Southern Territory. At that time, everyone will be your enemy."
"I know." Fang Xin's expression remained unchanged. "My boss asked me a similar question, and my answer was simple: I have good teeth, so I can gnaw through even the hardest bones."
"So there are no other possibilities...?"
Mr. Trigger stiffly twisted his neck, his voice hoarse.
Fang Xin remained standing there, his posture upright, his face as calm as a deep pool or ancient well.
He even tilted his head slightly, his eyes gazing at the low-hanging radiation cloud in the distance, tinged orange-red by the gunfire, as if intently listening to the grand and cruel symphony he had composed himself.
The deafening explosion, the abruptly silenced screams, the venomous and desperate curses... these sounds fell on his calm profile without stirring a ripple. He was like an detached spectator, watching a meticulously choreographed drama that ended in destruction.
The steel army formation behind him was as silent as a tomb.
The cannons remained fixed on the canyon, the soldiers like cold metal statues, not even a slight turn of their helmets could be seen. The engines roared low, steady, and without fluctuation, forming the sharpest contrast with the clamor of the bloody feast in the distance. On one side was absolute order and execution, on the other was utter chaos and destruction.
"What if I reveal information about that girl?" Mr. Trigger whispered. "Would it be enough to save my life?"
Although it's unclear who the "leader" Fang Xin mentioned is, this statement at least proves that there really is a mastermind behind the Dragon Group. Combined with Fang Xin's earlier statement about being entrusted by someone, Mr. Trigger immediately connected the two.
The leader the other party mentioned was the person behind the scenes, and the other party wanted to find the girl's existence. That unknown person was the only lifeline that could save them from dying.
However, what awaited Mr. Trigger was a cold laugh and a dark gun barrel.
"You don't have any information about that girl at all..."
Fang Xin spoke softly.
"I said it."
boom!
After the gunshot.
Mr. Trigger ultimately died from the sound of the trigger being pulled.
His tall, thin figure swayed slightly, a look of disbelief even in his eyes, before he collapsed, startling the surrounding leaders who shuddered.
The atmosphere returned to deathly silence, each second feeling like being tortured on a scalding hot knife.
The roaring artillery fire was no longer just background noise, but a heavy hammer directly pounding their souls. They finally glimpsed the ruthlessness that lurked beneath that young, calm face.
"I killed him not because I dislike traitors, but because I dislike intelligent people."
Fang Xin slowly put away his pistol, his gaze slowly sweeping over the remaining minor leaders before finally settling on Scarface's face.
"you..."
"...Is he a smart person?"
When Fang Xin cleared the area outside the Sighing Pass with swift and decisive action, the deafening cannon fire and desperate howls were nothing more than distant and muffled background noise to Tang Zijun and Chang Lei, who had already entered the Valley of Oblivion, as if they were separated by a thick layer of frosted glass.
They had long since crossed that chaotic and noisy front line.
Stepping into the canyon is like stepping from the wasteland into another dimension in an instant.
The air was no longer just a mixture of radioactive dust and the smell of rusting metal; it became thick and stagnant, as if it were permeated with some invisible, nauseatingly sweet and fishy odor.
The ubiquitous high-concentration radiation is like billions of invisible poison needles, continuously piercing the biological tissues of everything that enters it.
Even people like Tang Zijun and Chang Lei could clearly feel the slight stinging sensation on their skin and the sluggish feeling of their energy being slowly eroded.
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