boyutpedia Chapter 125 It's good to be alive.
Chapter 125 It's good to be alive.
Europe, deep in the Alps.
One after another, planes painted like civilian transport aircraft silently taxied onto the runway.
Inside the cabin, twelve figures dressed in red robes and wearing metal masks sat upright.
They had all sorts of cold weapons lying across their knees: greatswords, spears, and even warhammers.
Although they are cold weapons, each one is filled with heart-stopping energy fluctuations.
"Gentlemen, this operation is codenamed 'Purification'."
The lead knight commander's voice, transmitted through the mask, appeared somewhat distorted.
"The target is America, three heretics."
Remember, all heresy will eventually be purified.
"clear."
The crowd responded in hushed tones.
As the crowd spoke, the plane slowly took off and disappeared into the clouds...
In their view, this operation was top secret.
It is God's will.
As everyone knows,
At the very same second they took off.
Inside a giant data center somewhere in Europe, buried 300 meters underground.
A huge electronic screen occupied the entire wall, with countless streams of data jumping on it.
"Boss, there's new information. Those charlatans from the church have already left."
A young hacker, chewing gum, typed rapidly on the keyboard and shouted without turning his head.
"It seems that the leader of the team is 'The Arbiter' Uriel."
The person sitting on the control platform was a middle-aged man.
He was dressed in a smart British suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he was holding a cup of steaming black tea.
He was the helmsman of this underground intelligence empire, and also the subservient underling who had been so obsequious to Li Xiulan on the phone.
But to outsiders, he is the "King of the Night," a figure who gives intelligence agencies around the world a major headache.
"Uriel?"
The middle-aged man blew on the tea foam in his cup without even lifting his eyelids.
"That guy who calls himself the 'Sword of Light'? It seems the Church already knows who they're dealing with."
"Should we... intercept them?"
The young hacker asked,
"With just a word from you, I can hack into their navigation system right now and I'm absolutely confident I can get them to the Arctic to see penguins."
"Intercept?"
The middle-aged man put down his teacup, as if he had heard a joke.
He stood up and walked to the large screen.
"Why intercept them?"
"Some people are in a hurry to be reincarnated. If you stop them, wouldn't that be a loss of good karma?"
Done.
He pulled a phone from his pocket that looked just like an old Nokia model.
This phone is tamper-proof, has a strong signal, and most importantly, it can crack walnuts.
He skillfully pressed a string of numbers, edited a message, and hovered his finger over the send button for half a second, seemingly considering his words, before finally pressing it.
……
Wilderness highways in Nevada.
As night fell, a strong wind whipped up sand and gravel, which lashed against the windows of the Ford Raptor.
The car was playing country music from ten years ago, with a worn-out cowboy vibe.
Lin Fan held the steering wheel with one hand, acting as a full-time driver.
In the passenger seat, Li Xiulan had her eyes closed and seemed to be nodding gently to the rhythm of the music.
Sudden.
"Buzz—"
A phone vibrated.
Li Xiulan opened her eyes and took out her phone from her pocket.
A quick glance revealed only a single line of text on the screen:
[Boss, the church members have already entered the area, and they're armed. Should we clear the area?]
Li Xiulan's lips curled up slightly.
It wasn't a gentle smile, but rather... a smile that looked at an idiot.
She stretched out her fingers and pressed a few keys on the keyboard.
No need. Let them come. My kid just happens to need someone to practice with.
send.
Lock screen.
He put his phone back in his pocket.
"Mom, who is it?"
Lin Fan, who had been watching his mother's every move out of the corner of his eye, couldn't help but ask.
"fine."
Li Xiulan adjusted her posture, finding a more comfortable angle to lean back. "A few flies."
"what?"
Lin Fan was a little confused.
A few flies?
Are you looking for trouble?
Lin Fan wanted to ask something else.
"Alright, drive your car."
Unexpectedly, his mother's words interrupted him, and his gaze turned to the desolate scene outside the window.
"Some people in this world live too long and think they are gods."
Someone has to teach them how to write the word "death."
Lin Fan shrank his neck.
Although he couldn't understand what his mother was saying, he instinctively felt that someone was going to be in trouble.
And it's a big mold.
My mom's aura is even more terrifying than my dad's, that monster.
I used to be able to crack a joke with my mom occasionally.
But right now...
He didn't dare to breathe too loudly!
Lin Fan shrank his neck and pressed the accelerator more firmly.
All he needs to do now is be a good driver and occasionally shout "666".
……
at the same time.
In the back of a pickup truck.
Lin Jianguo's current look can be described as quite "sharp".
He sat cross-legged amidst a pile of junk, looking like a down-on-his-luck scavenger.
cold.
It's so damn cold.
Of course, it wasn't the physical coldness, but rather a chilling coldness in my heart.
Before, at home, he wasn't exactly the emperor of the family, but he wasn't exactly the younger brother like he is now.
Where is the rear cargo bed located?
Those are the seats where dogs sit when they go home for Chinese New Year.
But now...
Why did it have to be his turn?
Even if you don't want to sit with him, you can let him go to the car behind!
Thinking of the SUV behind him, Lin Jianguo's eyes became deep.
Through the windshield, he could clearly see the face of the woman in red in the driver's seat.
pale.
tension.
It even carried a hint of... fear.
His fearful expression piqued his curiosity.
As a powerful individual, he possesses an extremely keen sense of aura.
He could tell that the woman in red was very strong.
At least among normal awakened individuals, they are definitely among the best.
Yet this powerful Awakened One was like a follower in front of his wife.
Moreover, it's the kind of anger that one dares not express.
It's understandable that Lin Jianguo is timid in front of his wife.
But that woman in red...
Something's not right.
Lin Jianguo muttered to himself, "Something's very wrong."
He knew all too well the arrogance of an S-class powerhouse.
There are only two things that can make them bow their heads:
First, absolute power.
Second, it is... an even more absolute power.
But... his own wife...
He couldn't help but turn his head, his gaze passing through the rear windshield of the pickup truck and landing on the back of the passenger in the passenger seat.
That familiar back view.
The woman who cooked for him her whole life, washed his clothes her whole life, and liked to pull his ears all the time.
Married for over twenty years.
He always thought of himself as the pillar of this family, its guardian.
My wife is gentle and virtuous, and my son... although he's a bit useless, he's still my own flesh and blood.
But now it seems...
Who the hell is hiding whom here?
He felt like a fool.
He thought he was the pillar of the family, a big tree that sheltered him from the wind and rain.
The result now seems...
I might just be a potted plant.
And it's the kind that's placed on the balcony.
The potted plant occasionally needs its wife to water it to survive.
Suddenly, an unprecedented sense of crisis welled up in my heart.
If I go back, will I have to eat at the same table as the dog from now on?
"No!"
Lin Jianguo clenched his fist tightly, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.
"We absolutely must retrieve that leg when we go to Raccoon City!"
"Once I regain my full form, I will be a true forbidden-level being!"
"When the time comes, we must restore the husband's authority!"
"So that the other party knows who's the head of the household!"
Just as he was encouraging himself.
The figure in the passenger seat suddenly turned around.
She glared at him.
Lin Jianguo: "..."
His heart skipped a beat when he met that gaze.
The momentum of "restoring the husband's authority" that had just burst forth instantly deflated like a punctured balloon.
"hey-hey!"
He grinned, revealing a slightly ingratiating smile. When the figure glared at him and turned away, he huddled even tighter, trying to minimize his surface area exposed to the wind.
Forget it.
We'll talk about the husband's authority later.
It's good to be alive.