The King of Black Fog

After a relentless assault, at 4 AM, they reached the rebel camp.

This place was not the high school Li Changzhou had attended before, where to prevent theft, massive searchlights were used at night. It was lit up like the sun, making the whole school as bright as daylight.

In the rebel camp, to avoid attracting "monsters" (players) from the forest, the lighting was sparse, which also made it easier for thieves.

Using the cover of darkness and their agility, they approached the camp, where they could see 1 armed helicopter, 3 tanks, 3 transport vehicles, 5 track vehicles, and countless motorcycles.

Boxes of bullets and hand grenades were piled up in the corner.

The force behind this operation, capable of invading a small island, could not be underestimated.

Xiao He pointed to a spot and gestured—It's the vehicle Xiao Zhang mentioned! It's converted from a WWII German half-track transport vehicle (Li Changzhou and his group didn't understand this part), it can definitely handle poor-quality mines!

Li Changzhou followed his pointing, and through his gas mask, he saw the heavy vehicle body and hinge-like tracks, resembling a beast crouching on the ground.

He had seen those tracks before in a video, capable of effortlessly crushing oil-filled metal barrels into flat disks.

Scholar's gestures were a bit hurried as he breathed—Not counting the equipment, one vehicle could carry about fifteen people, we only need to steal one out of the three!

Big Leg gently patted Poison on the shoulder.

Poison, who had been observing the terrain using "God's Eye View" all along, now opened his eyes and began drawing on the ground.

The light was very dim, but as players, they could barely make it out from such a short distance.

As Poison drew, he explained with gestures—Two people at point A, three at B, and the most at C, five playing cards there.

"Point A's two, leave to me," Zheng Qing's voice came through the earpiece.

She wasn't here, she was farther away with a sniper rifle watching this area, while Storm covered her, preventing anyone from approaching undetected.

Big Leg gestured—Point B to me and...

Li Changzhou shook his head, gesturing—Leave them all to me.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking like a bunch of owls.

The void shattered, and the Black Death God, draped in a tattered cloak and carrying a huge White Bone Scythe, appeared above everyone.

Before their eyes could widen further, Li Changzhou leapt up lightly like a cat, landing at point A, a beam of moonlight already there before him.

He reached out and caught two armed militants as they fell to the ground.

The Black Death God slowly retracted the scythe, and in Li Changzhou's hands, the two bodies had eyes turned dead white, their pupils seemingly bleached.

Li Changzhou quickly and quietly laid down the two bodies, leapt again to point B, where another moonbeam had already swept past.

Catching three bodies, he headed towards point C, only then did the others react.

"Holy sh—" Poison and Big Leg hadn't finished speaking when their mouths were covered by Scholar and Xiao He respectively.

Li Qianxia was just as stunned and amazed, but luckily her mask hid her face, and Yang Qinglan gave her a slight tug. Then she immediately posed as if it was nothing new, 'It's just as I expected.'

"Hurry!" Xiao He rushed forward, "These guys report a password every five minutes, someone will soon notice what's happening! We must act quickly!"

According to the plan, everyone found a track vehicle, and on Zheng Qing's countdown 'three, two, one', they all rushed out.

In a moment, the quiet camp exploded like a mine had been stepped on, with alarms blaring continuously, almost deafening.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"It's the monsters from the forest!"

"What are you running for, charge ahead!"

"Damn it, it's not monsters! Our vehicles have been stolen, chase them!"

"Pilot! Blast them with the armed helicopter!"

Bang!

The armed helicopter exploded violently, engulfed in fierce flames.

From a hill in the distance, Zheng Qing coldly cycled her gun, aiming at the vehicle tires.

Bang!

In the scope, the tire of the huge transport vehicle slightly compressed.

She cycled the gun, loaded, and fired another shot; another transport vehicle went down like a rabbit in a burrow.

"Bang!" A bullet hit the dirt near her, creating a small crater.

The enemy's sniper had spotted her, a real sharpshooter!

Without a moment's hesitation, Zheng Qing retracted her gun and swiftly changed positions, with Storm shadowing her closely.

Soon, many motorcycles like unleashed hunting dogs dashed in all directions, trying to capture the "sheep."

The tanks roared, crushing everything as they surged towards the fleeing military vehicles.

Li Qianxia knew her driving skills and didn't plan on escaping; she turned around, aimed at the tanks, and charged forward amid a barrage of bullets.

In that moment, she realized that her driving was divinely assisted when it came to ramming into people!

Boom!

In the ensuing explosion, she preemptively disengaged from the driver's seat like an owl.

Watching the ground form a perfect rear-guard scene, she understood.

The only thing limiting her driving skills was her kind heart; if she weren't afraid of killing someone, her driving would definitely be professional level.

She scanned around, charging at the rebel's pursuit troops, and let out a thunderous roar.

The terrible sound wave was visibly overwhelming, causing chaos and kicking up gusts of dust.

Having roared that, she let out a Wolf Howl, transforming into a dark shadow dashing towards the distance, disappearing from sight.

Zheng Qing found a new sniper position, aiming at the tires of the chasing motorcycles—not shooting people, just the tires.

Li Changzhou's driving was good, but he was unlucky; it was too dark, and he fell into the dug trenches, forced to abandon the vehicle and flee.

As he was running, Li Qianxia landed on his shoulder.

"Brother, I saw it, you might as well learn from me and smash the vehicles head-on."

"Even the wise cannot foresee all," Li Changzhou replied nonchalantly while running, "Don't follow me; go check on Qing Lan."

"You take me."

Li Changzhou lifted her from his shoulder, grabbed her talons, spun around 360 degrees on the spot, and threw her vigorously.

After doing all this, he didn't even look back as he continued to run toward the distance.

Snowy Owl flew away like a cannonball, shooting straight towards Yang Qinglan's direction, unfolding her wings mid-flight, flapping slightly, her speed as fast as lightning.

Overall, stealing the car went smoothly, almost too smoothly.

Although only two vehicles were preserved in the end, the mission was successfully accomplished without any casualties.

En route to the agreed assembly point, everyone sat in the vehicle, all in a good mood.

"Brother, what kind of skill is that? So fierce?" Poison asked Li Changzhou.

"I exchanged it during the Full Moon event," Li Changzhou answered.

"Full Moon event?!" Poison exclaimed, "You were chosen for that event? I heard it's full of masters, even some players who broke through limits died in there."

"Yes," Li Qianxia nodded repeatedly, "It was like nine lives to one death, I don't know which freak took first place."

"Don't you mean one life to nine deaths?" Scholar pointed out critically.

"Right, right, right, sorry, I misspoke, it's my first time stealing cars in a military base, I got a bit excited," Li Qianxia said embarrassedly.

"This is nothing!" Poison could not help but boast, "Last time we did a task, now that was truly thrilling! We approached a military fortress from a river, and every time a searchlight passed, we had to sink into the water, wait for the searchlight to move on, then continue forward, the river was full of crocodiles!"

Li Qianxia exclaimed in shock, finding it indeed thrilling.

"By the way, brother, what kind of missions do you national team guys usually do?" Poison asked Li Changzhou again.

"Nothing much, do missions when there's one, or randomly kill a couple of people to practice our skills when there's none."

Zheng Qing: "..."

"Kill a couple of people to practice your skills?" Scholar asked, enunciating each word.

"Of course, we don't just kill randomly," Li Changzhou explained, "First, imagine the opponent as an enemy, cunning, with various skills. Then, kill them according to predetermined tactics, though sometimes improvise, as combat is always changing."

Zheng Qing: "..."

"The people being killed... who are they?" Thigh hesitantly asked.

"Just ordinary people."

Zheng Qing: "..."

Yang Qinglan couldn't stand it anymore, and from the shadowy bottom of the vehicle, she nudged Li Changzhou's boot with her booted foot.

"Mm-hmm." Li Changzhou cleared his throat, "I was just kidding. National team training is confidential, so, well, I made up some stuff. You guys didn't actually believe it, right? How could we randomly kill a couple of people to practice? Ha ha!"

"Ha! Ha!" Everyone laughed along.

Perhaps it was because of the frequent sandstorms in Yemen, their laughter sounded a bit dry.

"Ha ha ha!" Li Changzhou laughed even more joyfully.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Everyone else followed suit.

The other driver, Xiao He, wondered if they were idiots.

Upon reaching the assembly point, the jovial atmosphere vanished completely.

In the middle section of the calabash factory, which processed wood, there was a large concrete area at the entrance surrounded by barbed wire.

Lu Dean, Zhou Xiaohan, and eight other ordinary people lay on the concrete, wailing, with a pile of neatly sawed wood scattered among them.

Tan Ke was covered in blood, hanging from a chain on a bulldozer.

A person sat in the bulldozer's driver seat, legs on the steering wheel, smoking a cigar, blowing smoke rings while watching the people on the tracked military vehicle.

Xiao Yun's limbs were twisted, lying like a torn rag doll in a puddle of water.

A fat woman stood by the puddle, grinning at everyone.

A giant man, holding a Miller beer in one hand and dragging Yang Liu with the other, emerged from the warehouse.

He threw Yang Liu forward, mouth on the beer bottle, drinking while his eyes stayed on the tracked military vehicle.

"Xiao Yun!"

"Yang Liu! Tan Ke!"

Xiao He, Poison, Thigh, and Scholar were furious, their eyes burning with hatred towards these people.

Zheng Qing's expression was grave, his eyes wary and sharp as he surveyed the three thugs.

Li Changzhou glanced at the scene and said with a smile to the three, "Are you here to die?"

The drinking giant, with the hand holding the Miller beer bottle, smirked and wiped his neck, looking at Li Changzhou as if he were an appetizer.

Li Changzhou chuckled.

The void shattered, and the Black Death God, wearing a black cloak with a massive White Bone Scythe on his shoulder, floated behind him.

Cold winds blew.

It was the early sunrise, yet the air was so cold it made one shiver.

The Drinker, the Smoker, and the Water Woman apprehensively watched the large, eerie figure of the Black Death God.

"Sobek?" A voice came from the warehouse again.

A deep blue nun's robe, black hair, golden eyes, an elegant and holy demeanor, yet with a curvaceous body, seductive and soul-stealing.

An angelic demeanor with a devilish body, the nun.

She held a Bible in her hand and rode a giant reindeer, its enormous antlers imposing an infinite sense of oppression.

Against the backdrop of the reindeer, the nun appeared delicate and exquisite.

"No, you're not Sobek," the nun frowned slightly as she looked down at Li Changzhou, her tone light but seductive.

Something was off.

Everyone present, both male and female, focused their gaze on the nun, even Tan Ke, hanging from the bulldozer, stared at her captivatedly.

Some looked at the Bible in the nun's hands as if in prayer to God;

Others looked at the nun's body as if enchanted by a demon.