novelraw Chapter 71 : Drone
Chapter 71 : Drone
Chapter 71: Drone
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「Third Front? What Third Front Unit?!」
Zhang Wenda had no idea what "Third Front" the other party was referring to, but one thing was certain—his disguise had been seen through!
The very next second, the other man flicked away his cigarette and swiftly reached for the pistol at his waist.
"I can't let him shoot!" In that instant, Zhang Wenda pulled a laser pointer from his pocket and flashed it directly at the man’s eyes.
The moment the man instinctively turned his head to avoid the sudden light, Zhang Wenda threw a punch.
He hooked his foot around the opponent’s leg, sending him toppling to the ground. Then, Zhang Wenda lunged forward, one hand pinning the pistol still in its holster, the other clamping down over the man’s mouth to keep him from making a sound.
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If it were just one person, Zhang Wenda might have handled it. But if the entire building was alerted, he was as good as dead.
Yet things never went as planned. Just as he was struggling with the man, the gun fired next to the other’s head.
The deafening blast echoed like thunder through the entire concrete building—loud enough to wake everyone.
"Damn it!" Zhang Wenda felt as if his head were about to explode. No longer able to tangle with the man, he violently shook off the clinging hands and bolted down the hallway.
But he hadn’t gone far when the sound of heavy footsteps came from the other end of the corridor—more than just a few people by the sound of it!
Without a second thought, Zhang Wenda pressed the Yellow Core. Everything around him quickly faded away.
Compared to the Adult World with no place to hide, he had to find another perspective to survive.
Back in the small town street, he dashed toward a house on the left.
Just as he leapt through a window, a translucent giant foot crashed down, shaking the ground and crushing half the street.
Before he could catch his breath inside the house, creaking sounds erupted overhead. Cracks rapidly crawled across the ceiling and walls—the whole house seemed on the verge of collapse.
Clearly, he’d been found. They were hunting him.
Zhang Wenda’s scalp tingled at the sight. He quickly shoved open a door and darted left.
Almost immediately, the ceiling was ripped away, flung high into the air.
Seeing someone was searching for him, Zhang Wenda ignored everything else and dove deeper into the house, truly experiencing what it was like to be a Mouse.
Behind him, houses collapsed and the rumble of tremors roared like a savage hound hot on his heels.
He had no idea what was chasing him or how many of them there were. But he knew one thing: he could not be caught—no matter the world.
Bursting through a greasy window, Zhang Wenda was about to leap into another house when he saw, to his horror, a small river outside. He’d reached the end!
As the ceiling above creaked ominously again, Zhang Wenda took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and plunged into the river.
Through the murky water, he saw the twisted monsters—more like a fusion of flesh and architecture than true giants.
He couldn’t tell if their distortions were caused by the ripples or if they naturally looked that grotesque.
Like a tsunami, a massive hand with seven fingers plunged into the water, slowly groping.
The hand was so enormous that the tightly curled Zhang Wenda could slip through its fingers.
After several sweeps, the hand withdrew, leaving only churning muddy water.
For the moment, the murky river kept Zhang Wenda safe. It would be hard for them to find him in such clouded depths.
But this safety was only temporary—he was running out of air.
The suffocating pressure made his lungs feel like burning Red Lumps, the fire climbing up through his trachea to his brain.
"Hold on! You must hold on! They haven’t left yet! Resurfacing now means total exposure!"
That was the thought, but Zhang Wenda was no fish—his body couldn’t endure much longer.
His vision began to blur from the lack of oxygen. He was faced with two options: drown or get caught.
"What do I do? What do I do?!" In his panic, a bubble slipped from his nose.
The instant the bubble rose, a giant hand made entirely of thumbs broke the surface and lunged for him.
Seeing death close in, Zhang Wenda reached for the Yellow Core, ready to gamble everything. But just then, a beam of light pierced the water, effortlessly breaking through the murk, piercing the giant hand, and enveloping Zhang Wenda.
With a blink of light, Zhang Wenda was suddenly soaked, teleported into an apartment building.
Before him stood a figure with a Drone-head flashing red and blue.
The figure was male, clad in black tactical gear, roughly the same height as Zhang Wenda.
The Drone-head switched off his flashlight—that beam had come from it. He had saved Zhang Wenda.
More importantly, Zhang Wenda noticed the flashlight in the man’s hand was the same model as his own, albeit newer.
Wiping water from his face, Zhang Wenda was just about to ask a question when the Drone-head, seated on a stool, spoke first.
"When did you get here? I didn’t receive any orders about backup for covert operations."
"What?"
"You ruined everything! Are you new? Did you receive zero training? How did you get discovered so easily?!" The Drone-head stood, speaking irritably like a veteran berating a rookie.
"Now the enemy will relocate. Months of my infiltration—wasted!"
Hearing this, Zhang Wenda immediately realized there’d been a misunderstanding. "Friend, can we talk this through? I think you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m not one of yours."
The Drone-head stepped back in shock, camera-eye trembling slightly. "What? You’re not Third Front?"
Then he glanced at Zhang Wenda’s flashlight. "Wait—if you’re not Third Front, then where’d you get that thing?"
"This thing?" Zhang Wenda looked at the old aluminum flashlight in his hand.
"This thing… I think my grandpa, the pipefitter, passed it down to me."
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