Chapter 171
Translator’s Notes: Prison guards need life, too!
Chapter 171: Another Weirdo [Part 1]
Cillin did not say anything. He simply stared at the little mustached guy as his blade leaped from finger to finger, reflecting cold gleams under the illumination of the wall lamps.
"Alright." Little Stache raised both his hands and flipped his hands around to show that he wasn’t holding any threatening weapon and that he was harmless, "I express my sincere apology for what happened just now. But I do not regret doing it."
Seeing that Cillin hadn’t turned resentful and attacked him because of his words, Little Stache’s eyeb.a.l.l.s rolled once before he continued, "I have my own objective. You met a weirdo when you came over just now, haven’t you? Mm&h.e.l.lip; Right, he was wearing a guard uniform. I wonder if you noticed?"
Cillin indicated for him to continue while he stared at him.
Little Stache pointed at the sticky liquid on the floor and said, "He created these things. He was the one who killed the patrolling prison guard in the warehouse too. I don’t know who he is, and I don’t know if he’s even a human. At any rate, he’s a dangerous fellow."
The person touched his little pair of mustaches before showing Cillin a helpless expression, "At first, I was here only to watch ‘Flying Snake’ and ‘Mad Owl’s’ battle, and perhaps benefit myself and cause a little bit of destruction if the opportunity presented itself. However, the moment I entered here I immediately noticed that something was wrong. Thank goodness I escaped quickly and avoided danger by hiding in this side of the warehouse. That weirdo did not notice me. So er, I was just testing your skills for a bit. If you’re strong, then I think we can cooperate with each other. If you can’t even deal with those little things, then there’s no need."
"If I can’t deal with those little things, then I most definitely would have ended up like that prison guard in the warehouse. But if they strained me somewhat or greatly, then you would have killed me, wouldn’t you?"
Although he had phrased it as a question, Cillin’s words were strong with certainty.
Little Stache did not put up a denial. He simply shrugged and curled his lips.
"There are two unknown forces that had arrived at this prison this time. They are not from Sector S, and with their abilities they should not be showing up in the lousiest grade one prison right now. There’s no reason an important person would be imprisoned in a mere grade one prison, much less someone at their level of strength. Every one of those people could become a core member of the few famous forces in Sector S. However, according to my observation of these people’s movements and targets, there is an important person inside this prison. It’s just that no one knows about it." Little Stache rolled his shoulders for a bit, "You can consider me as a member of a certain force as well. After I came in here, I was forced into hiding and seeking shelter. I’ve been waiting all this time for a chance to leave this place. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Therefore, let’s cooperate with each other."
Cillin did not answer his offer to cooperate immediately. Instead he asked, "You’re saying that there are another two unknown forces in this place, and that they’re both pretty powerful?"
Little Stache nodded, "They’re super powerful! I think that anyone of them is at least at the level of a grade four prison convict. I suspect that their objective this time is to destroy this prison, so it’s better if we cooperate, hurry up and get out of this place!"
"Please find someone else to help you. I am not ready to escape just yet."
"What!?" Little Stache glared, "You’re just committing suicide! Do you not understand what is going on right now? Do you want me to help you a.n.a.lyse things for a bit?"
Little Stache took two back and forth steps, causing the pigtail wrapped in his scarf to shake around. His footsteps came to a pause as he looked up at Cillin. Then, a gun appeared in his hand following the movement of his wrist. However, Cillin did not attack him for the action because Little Stache did not have the intention to shoot at him. He was aiming the barrel at the pa.s.sage wall.
Pupupu!
He shot three times in a row. The gun had been modified, and the gunshots were very soft. In fact, even the impact of the bullets had become much softer. However, its destructive power was not weakened in the slightest, and in fact it was quite the opposite when compared to some other firearms. A normal gun would at most cause a small dent when it was fired at the pa.s.sage wall, but Little Stache’s gun had opened a deep hole in the pa.s.sage wall directly.
Although the gun and its destructive power were very eye catching, what Cillin needed to pay attention to wasn’t this but the defense system.
Normally speaking, the energy waves caused by gunfire would immediately be detected by the defense system. Anyone who opened fire at a non shooting zone, be it the prison guards or someone else, would trigger the defense system to sound the alarm and take defensive measures to suppress the internal threat. However, the pa.s.sage’s defense system did not react at all even though Little Stache had opened fire three times in a row.
Little Stache withdrew his gun and said, "As you can see, the defense system here has been modified. It’s not just the warehouse; in every location those people pa.s.sed by, the defense system had become ineffective as well.. That is why I deduced that they may be aiming to destroy the whole prison at the end considering how big their movements were and how they killed without mercy."
Cillin did not answer him and brought up the communicator around his wrist instead. The display stated that there was no connection.
BOOM!
A loud explosion resounded from afar.
"This is bad this is bad, it’s started already. Hey, let’s escape already, why are you still hesitating? Our lives are first priority!" Little Stache got anxious and jumped where he stood. He wished he could just drag Cillin over and forcefully alter the thoughts in his mind.
Cillin wasn’t hesitating. He was sensing a kind of sound wave that did not belong to a normal human being hidden within the explosion.
The gray cat once said that anyone who was familiar with sound waves could sense a person’s strength through the sound they make, and Cillin had made up his mind after he felt the sound wave hidden within the explosion. Right now, he really wasn’t strong enough to get mixed up with those two mysterious forces.
‘Flying Snake’ and ‘Mad Owl’ had probably figured out the new situation through the local forces inside the prison and all sorts of other channels by now. The chaos over at the side of the prison rooms had become bigger and bigger.
About Lung, according to Cillin’s understanding of his personality, he was a smart guy who would never put his own life at risk. In fact, he would even seize the opportunity to toss in a few explosives of his own for fun. Now that he thought about it, the micro bombs Lung had carried with him would actually come in handy right now. Lung probably hadn’t expected the existence of two such forces, but he had always been a guy who acted according to his instincts.
Cillin then glanced at Little Stache, who was looking left and right and seemingly sensing if there was danger nearby. This fellow was capable, and his hiding skills were pretty good. Otherwise, he would not have been able to avoid that weirdo. As for which Sector S force he belonged to, Cillin did not have the time to question him closely. It’s not like he would tell the truth with his behavior anyway. However, Cillin knew that this fellow did not belong under ‘Flying Snake’, ‘Mad Owl’ or those dangerous forces. That was enough. For now, this fellow would not be a threat to him.
Little Stache was holding up his ears and listening to his surroundings. Suddenly, he felt that someone – Cillin – was watching him
Cillin did not say anything. He walked towards Little Stache directly.
"You&h.e.l.lip; I’m telling you, don’t you think I won’t dare to fight you right now. I’m not so weak I can’t do without you as a partner. I can just find another one&h.e.l.lip;"
Little Stache was very anxious. He could not figure out Cillin’s depths since he had taken out those little monsters too cleanly. One thing was certain though, and that was the fact that he would not necessarily be able to defeat Cillin if they truly fought each other. Even if he could win, he would have to pay a huge price. At any rate it wasn’t worth it, and considering the current circ.u.mstances he seriously did not want to fight Cillin right now. But as Cillin walked closer and closer, Little Stache’s gloved hands felt a little sweaty.
When Cillin was two steps away from Little Stache, and Little Stache was about to open fire at him, he spoke.
"Girl, you’re in the way."
"&h.e.l.lip;"
(E/n: its a trap)
Chapter 171: Another Weirdo [Part 2]
The bucket of b.l.o.o.d.y accusation* fell on her head, drenching her messily in utter and complete defeat. Little Stache felt that her expression was kinda falling apart.
*an original metaphor from the author, probably improvised from ‘a bucket of cold ice/water’
Cillin went around Little Stache and walked towards the pa.s.sage behind her.
After freezing for a moment, Little Stache immediately chased after him.
"Hey, about that, how did you know I am a female?" Little Stache touched her own face. For so many years no one had been able to identify her true gender, not to mention that her disguise had been done by her own master!
Cillin did not explain. It’s not like he could tell her directly: Girl, I checked your s.e.x chromosome and found that it was XX, could he?
Seeing that Cillin had fallen into silence once more, Little Stache knew that he had no intentions of giving her a reason. Therefore, Little Stache stopped wasting time and asked a different question instead, "Why are we walking through this pa.s.sage? We’re getting farther and farther away from the exit."
"It’s a detour. The pa.s.sage i came from earlier had been locked down by the prison guards. There’s a heated battle happening there right now, and if we went there we would be directly involved in it." Cillin asked.
This time Little Stache wasn’t stupid enough to ask how Cillin knew what was going on down that pa.s.sage. Instead, she paid careful attention to her surroundings, gripping her gun and preparing to shoot directly if there were any abnormalities.
Cillin was very satisfied with Little Stache’s reactions. Setting aside the matter of her strength, a person like her would at least not cause too much trouble. A smart person would take stock of the situation and react accordingly to it instead of wasting time asking about fruitless questions.
The faraway rumbling noises were growing more and more frequent, and the prison guards had all lost their interests in watching the show inside their monitoring rooms. Everyone in the entire prison had been dragged into the mess. It probably wouldn’t result in the worst outcome if they did not resist the two mysterious forces directly. The people of those two forces had clear objectives coming to this prison, so they would not waste their time taking out other people unless absolutely necessary. However, if they did resist the two mysterious forces directly and caused them trouble, then be it ‘Flying Snake’, ‘Mad Owl’ or other forces native to this Sector, the prison guards or the prisoners of other Sectors imprisoned here, they would all end up dead.
Although Cillin had only brushed by that guy who was disguised as a prison guard, he already had a rough estimation of his strength after that brief moment of contact. The prison guards had no lack of capable and ruthless personnel among their ranks, but it wasn’t hard to imagine the final outcome of a head on clash between two sides judging from the fact that the two mysterious forces had easily made their way into this place.
Right now Cillin was walking very quickly, but his soft footsteps were extremely soft. Little Stache was obviously an expert in this aspect as well as they traversed quickly through the pa.s.sage, but made no noticeable noises at all.
Suddenly, Cillin’s footsteps came to a pause. Little Stache took a step backwards and entered a state of alert after Cillin had stopped.
The wall lamps of the pa.s.sage began to blink following a certain rhythm and regulation, creating visual illusions that could draw someone into a daze just like hypnosis. However, both Cillin and Little Stache were obviously no normal people. They were capable of resisting against the effects.
One second pa.s.sed, two seconds pa.s.sed&h.e.l.lip;
Suddenly, a person suffused with metallic l.u.s.ter suddenly charged out of a location three meters away from Cillin. His face was unclear; they could only see that the a.s.sailant had a human form. When they charged towards Cillin, a sharp thorn emerged from the person’s palm and was thrusted swiftly at Cillin’s face.
When the person had emerged from the pa.s.sage’s wall, Cillin had also popped out his wrist blade.
Qiang!
The flying sparks of clas.h.i.+ng metals were incredibly eye catching beneath the blinking wall lamps.
After thrusting out the thorn, the person had stretched out his fist and attacked Cillin in the next moment. Putting strength into one length and borrowing the force from rebounding wrist blade, Cillin twisted forward and staggered the attacking fist instead. He swung his own arm and smashed it down onto the a.s.sailant fiercely.
There was a dull bang, and the person’s body was forced downwards for a bit. Before they could raise their body, Cillin followed up the attack with consecutive strikes, not giving them the opportunity to get up at all.
As the hits continued, the person’s center of gravity got closer and closer to the ground.
However, this did not mean that that person had fallen into disadvantage.
In between the attacks, the man sent a sweeping kick towards Cillin at a bent that nearly exceeded the physical limits of the human leg.
f.u.c.k, he’s trying to kick the lower half of my body!
Cillin pressed down his arms to block the kick. He took the opportunity to jump, and while twisting in midair kicked towards the a.s.sailant’s other leg that was stretching towards him. When he landed on the floor, he abruptly bounced forward and clashed directly against the a.s.sailant fist to fist.
Bang!
That person was knocked back several steps.
A pair of bizarre looking pupils that looked like electricity swept across Cillin and Little Stache. Then, with a swing of the arm, the person shot a hail of flying nails directly at the two of them. Cillin used his wrist blade to block the nails shot at him, whereas Little Stache dodged rather quickly out of the way. Since the nails were mainly targeted at Cillin, she was able to safely avoid all of them.
After swinging out the nails, the person then entered directly into the pa.s.sage wall and went away.
So this was a fellow who could melt into and walk inside the pa.s.sage walls. In the end, were they human, or not?
Little Stache was seriously regretting coming to this prison as she looked at the nails deeply embedded into the walls. If she knew that so many unknown forces and so many elites would suddenly show up in this prison, she would never have come and put her insignificant life at risk.
Although that person had only exchanged blows with Cillin for a very brief moment – the whole fight lasted not more than a few seconds – Little Stache could already the see the gap between herself and them. Even if the gap wasn’t big, she absolutely was going to lose horribly if she didn’t use her final ultimate attack in a real fight.
It was only when he sensed that the person had truly left that Cillin finally withdrew his wrist blade and moved his fists for a bit. That person’s fist was extremely tough, and although it looked like the a.s.sailant was the one who had lost the fist clash just now, Cillin knew that their fist wasn’t hurt in the least. Even after he solidified his own fist, he still wasn’t able to hurt the enemy. Just what kind of const.i.tution did the enemy possess?
This person’s physique was obviously not of the same category as the gray cat’s cyborg physique, but it was also drastically different from a normal human being’s as well. When he touched his opponent during the fist clash, Cillin had immediately a.n.a.lysed their DNA. He discovered that their DNA wasn’t shaped like the double helix form a normal human possessed. Their DNA was shaped in a more complicated helix format. Genes like this had resulted in that person’s special abilities.
Right now Cillin was seriously thankful that his side wasn’t the target of his enemies.
The a.s.sailant had appeared and vanished quickly and decisively. It was obvious that that person did not wish to waste too much time here. If they had really fought with all their strength the battle could have gone on for a while, and Cillin believed that he would not lose during this period. Of course, Cillin knew that that person had a trump card of their own, but since they both had trump cards and the a.s.sailant themselves were in a hurry, they made the decision to leave right away.
Killing intent.
The enemy’s killing intent had came at him swift and fiercely, but when they left it vanished decisively and completely too. A person like this&h.e.l.lip; Cillin thought to himself.
Was it a hitman?
Cillin had made the effort to learn about all of the hitmen organisations that were on the list of some authoritative publications. Moreover, he had also learned about some of the methods and preferences from some of the seniors within the Hunter regiment. However, Shawton once revealed to him that the top cla.s.s..h.i.tmen in GAL were not on the list. This was because these authoritative were incapable of estimating their true fighting strength and thus, did not try to rank them.
Those who had hidden themselves from the world were the most dangerous.
"Who&h.e.l.lip; was that person? Are they human? Are they from the same group as that weirdo?" Little Stache asked after letting out a long sigh of relief.
"They’re human, but I don’t know which of the two forces they belong to." Cillin asked.
Little Stache pressed the pa.s.sage wall and confirmed that the walls were perfectly normal. She seemed surprised that that person was able to directly penetrate it.
"I’ve heard of such people before, but I never thought that I’d be able to see one with my own eyes." Little Stache sighed.
"Alright let’s leave already. If we run into a bad tempered enemy later they may decide to use their ultimate attack and eliminate us directly."
Little Stache touched her mustaches after listening to Cillin’s words. This was her habit after putting on a disguise even though she wasn’t truly a mustached person.
"Ultimate attack, huh&h.e.l.lip; to be honest, if my own life isn’t at stake I seriously would like to watch their fight. This is a fight between true masters!" Little Stache said.
Cillin was just the same. But they had to be able to survive after watching the fight. If they saw any important secrets then the outcome would not turn out as genial as before. They would ultimately be faced with certain death.
What on earth were the two mysterious forces looking for?
Take that person he fought against earlier. They were just one person belonging to one of the two mysterious forces. If the people of both sides were all made up of special races just like the a.s.sailant, and considering the fact that the a.s.sailant wasn’t the strongest fighter of the two forces, just how strong could they be if the two forces were to be added up together?
Cillin did not know how high their combined combat strength would be. But he did know that a combat strength at that level could easily destroy this whole prison.
Cillin sighed. As he thought, he was still too weak.
After Cillin and Little Stache had left, an eye suddenly appeared on the pa.s.sage wall where they hung around just now. After looking round for a bit, the eye closed and vanished once more.
The sound of gunshots and explosions were happening continuously everywhere in the prison. ‘Flying Snake’ fared a little better since Qi Geyou’s orders allowed the ‘Flying Snake’ members inside the prison time to prepare and stop fighting against ‘Mad Owl’. The second they discovered something was off, the PIC of the small teams inside the prison decisively evacuated every member within the prison. It was an acceptable outcome even if they had to return and sit in jail for several more years. Right now, the most important thing was to preserve their own lives.
Inside a monitoring room in the prison, there was a person was standing in front of a monitoring display. His face was unclear since he was wearing a mantle and a hat. The prison guards on the ground who had stopped breathing slowly melted beside him.