novelraw Chapter 741: This Makes Me Very Embarrassed
Chapter 741: This Makes Me Very Embarrassed
"They only sent out a distress signal, and then there was no further news. We are the closest to the incident. All other supplies and armed forces are at the Xinlan Service Station, 30 kilometers away."
"It will take them at least two hours to get here!"
"Our patrol plane is 200 kilometers away, and it has more pressing matters to attend to."
Sanliang gathered everyone in the cave. He began to speak, but the scene was somewhat noisy.
"My God, to think there are bandits! I haven’t heard of them in ages, and they dare to rob government property. Besides, with big data these days, can’t bandits be tracked?"
"Will the bandits come to rob us? We’re so close, I’m terrified."
"The people in our carpool aren’t afraid. Only the ’fat sheep’ should be scared. Money isn’t worth much these days, and kidnapping isn’t in vogue either. If you kidnap someone, you’d have to feed them. Even the Township Government wouldn’t dare take them in. What do we, who are dirt poor, have to fear?"
"Exactly! And it’s so cold. Anyway, we can’t help. We might as well get back in the vehicles and stay warm."
"Are you guys idiots? Captured people can be used as food! You have no sense of crisis at all. Haven’t you seen on the forums how those bandits survive?"
"No, it can’t be... Eating... eating people?"
Sanliang raised his gun and cocked it. The tunnel immediately fell silent. He continued, "Crisis is upon us; no one can remain idle. I’ll leave five people behind to assign tasks for preparing defenses. For example, setting traps at different heights along the tunnel walls and burning feces for emergencies."
The tunnel nearly erupted into an uproar again.
"What? Burn feces? Cook feces? Why the hell would we do that? To knock the enemies out with the stench?"
"You’re uncultured; that’s why you should read more! In ancient times, people in high cities used this method, and the effect was fantastic. You boil feces and pour it from a high place. If we hide in the tunnel, even if bandits come, they won’t be able to crawl past it. Imagine it: scalding feces pouring down! TSK TSK."
"There’s another use too. If this place is unfortunately breached, just douse yourself in it. It might just save your life."
"..."
Sanliang asked again, "Is there anyone here with significant combat strength willing to go with us to the service station and fight? Let me be clear, it’s very dangerous up ahead. What we need from you is the ability to escape and report back if things get dangerous, as well as provide support while we fight."
The burly uncle from the carpool group stepped forward. From car number two, a slender, masked man who looked somewhat like a woman also emerged; he was mysterious and carried a rocket launcher.
Jing Shu also stood up. In a situation like this, especially since it concerned her family and she had the strength, she definitely had to get involved. Additionally, she found it peculiar. The rotten mermaid hasn’t gathered any particularly useful intelligence, and now I’m very curious about what exactly is happening up ahead, she mused.
"Young lady, this isn’t a game. You should go back and stay put. Don’t just jump in and cause trouble; if you go, people will have to protect you."
The first two volunteers were one thing, but now a woman was stepping up. Was she trying to shame the men who didn’t dare to fight? Mocking comments immediately rippled through the crowd, accompanied by indistinct laughter.
Sanliang frowned. His assistant beside him also spoke up, "Boss, should we really take a woman?"
"She’s different," Sanliang shook his head and whispered. "I’ve seen a bit of her file."
"How is she different?"
"She went to the United States with Yang Yang, the captain of the Wu City Special Police Squad; she was with the group that accompanied the Imperial Capital’s National Special Ability Elite Team. That entire team suffered heavy losses—deaths, injuries, and maimings. Yet she alone returned with a large haul of supplies from the United States, completely unscathed. It’s even said she gained weight."
"Could she be one of those people with a special ability?" the assistant asked in surprise.
Sanliang shook his head and didn’t reply. He didn’t know either. This woman’s file was something even his superior couldn’t access; all he had were these rumors.
Jing Shu scanned the crowd and asked, "Who said that? Step forward."
"What? You want to fight?" a young man retorted. "I said it, so what? Was I wrong? Don’t cause trouble at a time like this."
"I said it too!" another chimed in. "If you want to go, you’ll have to get through me first. I’m a ninth-dan black belt, you know!"
Then, three or four young men from the carpool group stepped forward, their voices full of self-righteous indignation.
Jing Shu snapped her fingers.
SNAP.
The noisy tunnel fell silent for a second, then erupted with laughter.
"What’s this, young lady? Trying to summon Spiderman?"
"Think you’re Thanos or something?"
No sooner had he spoken than the tunnel began to tremble.
"The enemy’s here! The bandits are coming!"
Someone shouted, and a stir of panic went through the crowd. But before true chaos could erupt, several massive green creatures charged into view.
"Beat them up," Jing Shu ordered, pointing at the youths.
Instantly, a torrent of simulated fists from the Hulks rained down, followed immediately by screams of agony.
Everyone present gasped. The youth who had claimed to be a black belt was particularly unlucky. Before he could even attempt a kick, he was swatted away, sent flying towards the tunnel wall. A Hulk then acted as a cushion, bouncing him sharply back. He was swatted away again, then bounced back again, just like a ping-pong ball.
"Aren’t those the Hulk buses?"
"Oh my god! So the Hulks are monsters that can turn into anything!"
"Holy crap, that’s insane! I always thought the Hulks were just ordinary vehicles."
"You idiot! They’re Dark Creatures! Dark Creatures that fear nothing!"
The Hulks weren’t called Hulks for nothing. Their massive bodies nearly filled the entire tunnel. Their strength was immense, and they were impervious to blades and spears. To them, humans were like rag dolls, easily crushed.
SNAP.
Everyone heard it.
The Hulks heard it too. They retreated like a receding tide and stood behind Jing Shu, acting as her bodyguards. Though there were only a few of them, their presence was exceptionally imposing.
Of course, one particularly showy Hulk, eager to perform, transformed into a comfortable liquid sofa, allowing Jing Shu to sit on it. It even extended a simulated hand to diligently massage her.
To the onlookers, it was as if a queen sat upon her throne, surveying the ants beneath her.
Ordinary Hulks naturally couldn’t do this. Their liquid transformations were rather simple and couldn’t maintain complex shapes for long. The Hulk King, however, was different. So, naturally, this sofa was Xiao Lu.
The tunnel was no longer noisy; instead, it became unnaturally quiet. The way everyone looked at Jing Shu had changed completely—their mouths hung open in admiration and astonishment, capable only of uttering exclamations like, "Holy crap!"
What a display, Jing Shu thought, feeling rather embarrassed herself.
"Can I... come along then?" she asked.
"Of course, Miss Jing Shu! With you providing cover, our safety will be significantly enhanced," Sanliang replied, pursing his lips. He’d never imagined the seemingly harmless and adorably naive Hulks could be so fierce! If Miss Jing Shu hadn’t held back, it probably would have been one punch per kid, he thought.