Night’s Nomenclature

Chapter 980: A Note

Qing Chen glanced at his arm; he had 12 hours left before his next traversal.

He didn't intend to clash head-on with these two hundred plus armed thugs. After all, they had heavy machine guns, which looked incredibly menacing.

He'd never seen such a scene in high school!

At this moment, Qing Chen, masked, stood by a wooden table, pressing white powder into bricks, his movements incredibly skilled.

What took others half an hour, he finished in ten minutes. The thugs, seeing his diligence, even allowed him to eat with them, treating him as a promising member to cultivate...

A thug shouted from afar: "Open the gate, the Bosses are here!"

The wooden stockade was in an uproar. The thugs opened the gate, and seven off-road vehicles drove in, their wheels covered in mud from the rain.

A group of Black men jumped out of the cars. Qing Chen felt a strange sense of familiarity with them, but couldn't place where he had seen them before.

These Black men were strangely shaped; some had antennae on their heads, others had thorns on their arms, looking particularly terrifying and ferocious.

Qing Chen immediately became more cautious... A leading Black man said: "We were worried about stealing the business of the three major drug cartels and being targeted by them, but unexpectedly, Guardians' Union wiped them all out in two days..."

"We are Time Travelers, we don't need to be so afraid of the three major drug cartels. We're all Gene Soldiers; sooner or later, we will unify the drug cartels within Mexico."

"I'm not afraid of those three major cartels; I'm afraid of Guardians' Union... In the Guatemala battle, out of over a thousand people in the Extreme Night organization, only a few of us survived..." The leading Black man said, "Did you hear? They even stormed Allen Jail and killed the Cartel."

The Guardians' Union's annihilation of the Mexican drug cartels had become a top headline in global media. Now there's a vote on Twitter requesting Guardians' Union to wipe out the Golden Triangle and all other drug sources.

Ordinary people saw the news and felt excited; drug dealers saw the news and felt fear. Guardians' Union's methods of eliminating threats were too ruthless; even hiding in jail wouldn't work.

Guardians' Union had become the nightmare of the Inner World's underworld organizations.

At this time, a subordinate in the stockade approached the Black man and said: "Boss, we've produced a new batch of goods and distributed them. Now that the three major drug cartels are gone, this is our chance to seize the market. I heard the price of goods in Europe has doubled!"

The Black man kicked him in the chest, sending him flying over ten meters.

Qing Chen was startled. So powerful?!

The Black man coldly said: "Who allowed you to privately distribute goods? With Guardians' Union watching, we must be even more cautious. Hold onto the goods for now; don't distribute them. If they find us, we might all be wiped out."

The shadow of Guardians' Union was indelible in their hearts.

Someone said from the side: "It's strange; I feel like they aren't trying to fight crime. What are they doing?"

Black man: "It doesn't matter; we just need to hide."

His gaze swept across the factory, finding nothing unusual, and he walked straight towards the depths of the stockade.

This drug factory had only recently been established, so it needed new labor, making it a loophole in Guardians' Union's crackdown on crime.

These escaped members of the Extreme Night organization, having experienced the Guardians' Union's encirclement in Guatemala and hearing of the three major cartels' destruction, were enjoying themselves outside. They were forced to hide in this seemingly safe remote area to avoid the limelight.

Time Travelers indeed have a significant advantage over ordinary people. In the Inner World, a few injections of Gene Medicine can turn them into local big shots in the Outer World. Although they can't compare with true masters, they can live very comfortably.

The Black man warned again: "Keep an eye on these workers, don't let anyone escape and expose this place. If it's exposed, we're all dead."

This was the oppressive feeling of Guardians' Union.

At night, Qing Chen and all the workers were locked up together, sleeping outdoors on the ground.

There was no overtime pay; there was only endless work, at least 16 hours a day.

He calculated the time until his traversal, pondering his questions, preparing to ask Black Widow and Seven for answers after his traversal.

However, at this moment, several workers, unable to bear the high-intensity work, conspired to escape together.

Due to the arrival of the escaped Extreme Night members, a huge bonfire was lit in the center of the stockade, with drinking and dancing.

Someone thought it was an opportunity, and seven people bent down and ran towards the outside. As long as they crossed 300 meters of flat terrain, it would be easy to climb over the fence by the stockade.

But before they reached the wall, they were spotted by the guards on the tower.

The guards used heavy machine guns to sweep, turning them all into sieves in a few seconds.

The gunfire startled everyone. The workers sat up in fear, only to see the kind old woman who had taken care of Qing Chen crying, those were villagers from her village, one by one, lives lost.

Qing Chen watched silently, unmoved.

If time were to be rewound, 17-year-old Qing Chen arriving at Prison 18, seeing the new prisoners receiving a welcome ceremony from the old prisoners, he would still be unmoved.

He was still that selfish teenager; the world had not given him anything, and he had no intention of giving back.

A few thugs came over laughing; they dragged the legs of the seven corpses, dragging them to the workers: "This is what happens to those who try to escape, understand?"

The thugs brought some wooden stakes and hung the seven corpses on them: "Look at them carefully, and then think about whether you want to run away."

When hanging the corpses, a black wallet fell out of one corpse's pocket. A thug opened the wallet and found it filled with red banknotes. They had never seen this kind of currency before, so they took the banknotes and threw the wallet on the ground.

Qing Chen was stunned. He didn't recognize this wallet, but the banknotes were RMB, so the wallet was taken from him by this villager.

Before the thugs left, they dragged fifteen or sixteen girls of suitable age from among the workers towards the depths of the stockade.

Qing Chen moved, then suppressed it.

The old woman rushed over, crying and hugging the thug's leg: "My daughter is just a child, don't bully her."

A thug kicked her to the ground and sneered: "We like children."

Qing Chen turned his head, unable to bear to look any longer.

After the thugs left, he quietly retrieved his wallet, opened it, and examined it. Inside was his ID card and a black CMB bank card.

Finally, there was a note.

The note contained Morse code consisting of dots and lines.

Qing Chen stared at the Morse code.

In an instant, a sea of fire appeared in his mind. The raging fire illuminated the night sky of Laojun Mountain.

Screams, students fleeing appeared, Qing Chen was in the middle of it all, watching his surging memories. It seemed like something he had truly experienced.

For some reason, he felt a tinge of sadness. Turning to look, he saw in the sea of fire that was his retraced memories, Kunlun Members using a wrench to tap out the Morse code: No regrets in this life, take care.

Qing Chen watched silently, unsure of what he was thinking.

The next moment, the sea of fire disappeared, and that trace of sadness faded with the passage of time.

But the overwhelming Rat Tide came crashing down.

Before him was a large building. Countless Rat Tides piled on top of each other, about to reach the roof of the building.

On the roof was the familiar Dianfu. This time, Qing Chen wasn't an observer of the memories on Laojun Mountain; he was in the midst of it.

Qing Chen forced a smile and waved to the roof. Dianfu on the roof pointed at the Rat Tide behind Qing Chen and then waved, telling Qing Chen to go.

Qing Yi stared blankly at this scene.

"Sir!" Qing Yi shouted, "I know you don't want to hear this now, I know you ordered them to die, I know you want to die with them now. I heard Zhang Mengqian say you've been very self-blaming lately, even punishing yourself by working day and night. But sir, your death at this moment is meaningless!"

Following Qing Chen, watching the dazed Qing Chen, Qing Yi's tone became increasingly heavier: "Sir, Dianfu must have a way to bring what you want back to the Outer World. Now that they have completed their mission, what about you? Have you completed your mission? Sir, you must go!"

Dianfu simply stood at the edge of the roof, tapping his fingers lightly on the sky, using Morse code to say something.

Then he stood up straight, giving Qing Chen a crisp salute.

Go.

Go.

Go, this is a soldier's honor.

Qing Chen, sitting in the small Mexican village, suddenly realized why he always felt like he had lost something after waking up.

Because he had forgotten some deeply ingrained fragments, forgotten some deeply ingrained people.

A note pulled him back into the memories of the sacrifices of two Kunlun Members.

It turned out that he had experienced so much.

Previously, Qing Chen felt everything was dreamy and surreal.

Now, he suddenly wanted to retrieve those memories.

Qing Chen slowly stood up and went to help the Mexican old woman, saying in broken Spanish: "Don't worry, I'll help you."

At this moment, he seemed to be back to his first murder on Laojun Mountain.

Qing Chen didn't know what his abilities were now, didn't know what he had sealed away, and didn't know if he could kill so many thugs.

But it didn't matter.

The old woman grabbed him and said: "Don't go, it's no use going."

Qing Chen smiled, taking off his mask: "Even if it's useless, I have to go."

He walked towards the bonfire.

A sentry on the tower saw his strange movements and immediately opened fire.

But just as he pulled the trigger, he found that his target had disappeared from his field of vision.

The thugs dragged more than ten girls to the bonfire and said with a smile: "Boss, there's no other entertainment here, these girls will keep you entertained."

Black man: "What was that gunshot just now?"

"A few workers tried to escape and were all killed." The thug explained, "We'll definitely take care of what you told us to do; absolutely no one will escape."

Someone said from the side: "By the way, a pile of banknotes fell out of him. We haven't seen them before, and we don't know where the currency is from. Boss, do you know what it is?"

Saying so, the thug took out a pile of RMB and handed it over.

The Black man was startled to receive it. He knew it was RMB; he had been to China.

But, a small Mexican village... why the hell is there RMB? He instinctively felt something was wrong: "Wait, are there Chinese people here?"

The thug thought for a moment, and he remembered Qing Chen: "There's an Asian, I don't know if he's Chinese. But an old woman said he's a villager who hit his head and became stupid."

But the Black man was instantly shocked. As a survivor who escaped from the Guardians' Union's encirclement, he naturally had extraordinary abilities.

He thought quickly: "Damn it, Guardians' Union wiped out the three major drug cartels, could they be looking for him?!"

Thug: "That shouldn't be right. When we caught him, he didn't resist. Can Guardians' Union people be that weak? That Asian worked really hard; we wanted to recruit him into the organization."

Black man urgently said: "Quickly, take me to find him, no, we leave now! Don't make a fuss, go through the secret passage, don't look for him!"

The next moment, a voice asked from a distance: "Looking for me?"

The Black man turned to look and saw Qing Chen walking out of the darkness. The flickering firelight reflected on his face; it was a face that the Black man was familiar with.

Black man shockedly looked at the thug beside him: "What the hell did you do? I told you to catch a worker, you brought me back my father?"

All the clues connected. No wonder Guardians' Union was slaughtering drug lords in Mexico, no wonder Guardians' Union was searching for all secret drug factories, because Guardians' Union knew that their Boss should be in some secret drug factory! But why the hell are you here, to experience life? To go undercover?

Shouldn't you send your subordinates to go undercover? Why did you come yourself!

Black man stammered: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

A Time Traveler spoke broken Chinese: "Hello, Happy New Year, Wishing you prosperity!"

This Time Traveler was a talent, trying to build rapport using Chinese...

The thugs were stunned. Their usually ferocious boss suddenly became more timid than a quail.

Moreover, those usually arrogant Time Travelers were all on high alert!

It was as if they were not facing an Asian boy, but a Godzilla-like figure who had just destroyed a city.

Qing Chen shook his head and said: "There's no misunderstanding; you're all going to die."

What is the impression of West Continent towards Joker? That's a person who truly kills without blinking.

In the last traversal cycle, Qing Chen had just killed twelve thousand Wei Cheng troops with thirteen god-like slashes. When such a person says they will kill you, they will really kill you, no jokes.

Seeing that things couldn't be reversed, the Black man immediately ordered: "Open fire, kill him!"

He tricked the clueless thugs into opening fire, but he turned and ran himself, without hesitation!

When the gunfire erupted, Qing Chen disappeared on the spot.

He didn't have the lightning-like speed from his memories, no Knight's Qi, only his incredibly strong physical fitness.

In the distance, the workers slowly stood up to look. They couldn't see Qing Chen's figure; they only saw the thugs being inexplicably thrown away.

Because they couldn't see Qing Chen, the thugs looked like they were pierced by invisible air.

The thugs were sent flying in all directions, Qing Chen's moves were fatal, without any unnecessary movements, simplifying complexity.

After the thugs landed, their bodies were irregularly twisted, only the muscles and nerves were still twitching and trembling, because they died too quickly, so the muscles and nerves still thought they were alive.

A barrage of gunfire rained down, but like the terrifying Metal Storm in Prison 18, the heavy rain poured down, but not a single drop fell on Qing Chen.

This battle helped him recall some past fragments, and his master.

A trace of Knight's Qi leaked from the seal, flowing wildly through Qing Chen's body.

In the totem of Ginkgo Garden, Qing Chen had asked Ren Xiaosu when the seal would be broken?

Ren Xiaosu said it could be in an instant, or it could be a lifetime.

However, Qing Chen and Ren Xiaosu's situations were different.

After Ren Xiaosu sealed himself, he experienced two hundred years of changes, including the terrifying nuclear winter.

When he saw the light of day again, the world had entered the post-apocalyptic era. The seal was stable, and there weren't many things in the world that could help him find his memories...

But Qing Chen was different; the anchors of those memories were still there.

When a trace of Knight's Qi began to appear in his body, the workers saw Qing Chen's moves becoming less explosive, the thugs flying out and hitting the walls of the wooden houses, slowly falling down.

Their appearances were fine, but their bones and flesh, every inch, were broken.

The battle started quickly and ended quickly.

The Black man had been running for a long time, but when the battle ended, Qing Chen dragged him back to the village and silently watched the bonfire.

The old woman looked at Qing Chen in a daze. She never thought that her unintentional act of kindness would save her village.

But everything this Asian boy had shown was beyond the ordinary person's understanding of this world.

Qing Chen didn't pay attention to the workers' gazes but thought for a moment.

Even though he had amnesia, he was definitely not a mediocre person, he had to think about what he should do now.

If, according to Seven, he had amnesia, and there were still many people waiting for him to go back.

Then, what he should do now was definitely not to cautiously wait for his memory to return, but to first contact his strange yet familiar teammates!

It's better to find those trustworthy comrades than slowly search for his memories himself.

Those... like Wrench, Hawthorn, and Dianfu.

Qing Chen searched the village and finally found a satellite phone in the Black man's off-road vehicle.

How to find them?

After much thought, Qing Chen finally called Zhang Wanfang's phone.

The phone connected, and Zhang Wanfang's voice came from the other side: "Hello?"

After a long silence, Zhang Wanfang seemed to realize something: "Qing Chen?"

Qing Chen said: "Please let Qin Shuli answer the phone."

This was someone mentioned in Seven Hours' account, a core member of Guardians' Union, his stepfather.

Qing Chen didn't know Kunlun's number, didn't know Luo Wanya's number; the only one he could find now was Qin Shuli.

Qin Shuli snatched the phone from Zhang Wanfang. Zhang Wanfang looked blankly at her husband calling her son "Boss."

Qing Chen thought for two seconds and calmly said: "I'm in a drug factory in a tropical rainforest in Mexico. According to the sunrise and sunset time and the angle of the sun, I should be near 23 degrees north latitude. According to the season and climate wind direction, I shouldn't be far from the sea, affected by the northeast monsoon. Come and pick me up next time I return, speed is important, I'll wait for you here. Tell everyone, I'm hiding in a safe house in the Inner World with Seven and Black Widow, waiting for the curfew in the surface Royal Capital to be lifted before I go back to find you. I have amnesia now, but my memory is slowly recovering, my cancer is cured."

Although Qing Chen hadn't fully recovered his memory, he had made the right choice for himself.

In this conversation, he didn't say a single unnecessary word.

Countdown to Ling.