Armor-Piercing Munition: Face Me, Carbon-Based Monster!
Chapter 145 - 48 Unrefusable Reason_2

Chapter 145: Chapter 48 Unrefusable Reason_2

"Why?"

Ji Xing asked in astonishment.

"Nonsense, do you really think just a few of us can wipe out all the Terror Demons in the Anqing Ruins?"

"Today’s scouting has already revealed the issue clearly. Those Terror Demons may be brainless, but under the command of their leader, they will stop at nothing to protect the most critical core center, which is the Central Hospital where the Huadu people are located."

"An infiltration-style decapitation strike is impossible unless someone is prepared for a one-way mission."

"We need a large number of combat personnel to keep those Terror Demons engaged, giving us the opportunity for a decapitation strike."

"And once the decapitation is complete, eliminating the remaining Terror Demons will really just be a matter of time."

"...You’re more cautious than I imagined."

Ji Xing exhaled lightly but then asked:

"So, how do you plan to persuade the Anqing City’s City Defense Army to take the initiative to fight the Blood Skull inside the Anqing Ruins?"

"As far as I know, you’re in hostile relationships with both the Mechanical God Sect and the Holy Blood Temple."

"The so-called peace agreement is temporary, although it won’t lead to immediate fighting upon meeting, it’s unlikely they’ll turn around to cooperate with you after you’ve just caused them significant losses."

"----Maybe it’s possible near Yellow Stone City, but Anqing is different."

"The people here may not be intimidated by you."

"I know."

Chen Jian smiled slightly, replying:

"I never planned on cooperating with them anyway."

"I just need to present them with an offer they can’t refuse."

"What offer?"

Ji Xing pressed.

Chen Jian shook his head and said:

"No rush."

"You’ll know when the time comes...."

.....

Meanwhile, just as Chen Jian and his team entered Anqing City, ready to proceed with the next step of their plan.

Inside the Anqing Ruins, on the open ground outside the Central Hospital building.

A man from Huadu, wearing a gas mask, directed the people to douse the still-burning flames with water, and after confirming the smoke had dispersed, he removed his mask and took a deep breath of the clean air.

The Blood Skulls surrounding the hospital had dispersed, each returning to their camps.

The chaos seemed to have subsided, but the consequences of this chaos were evidently extremely severe.

A Blood Skull Camp was completely destroyed. Within a few minutes, two-thirds of the 400 Terror Demons in the camp were killed or injured, and their leader didn’t even have time to mount any counterattack before being shredded to pieces by terrifying heavy firepower.

This was already a heavy loss, but in reality, the loss was far more than just this.

Three Blood Skull leaders were decapitated, and the casualties among the Terror Demons reached an astonishing 500, even excluding the hundreds lost afterward due to chaos and internal conflict.

In addition, laborers, breeding monsters, and banshees from Huadu also suffered a catastrophic disaster.

Inside the Central Hospital, there were originally over two hundred Huadu people, but a few falling shells took nearly 30 lives instantly.

Their bodies didn’t even have the chance to be collected, becoming tools for the frenzied Terror Demons to vent their desires.

Littered everywhere were broken limbs, and blood was everywhere.

Even the man who was used to such scenes couldn’t help but feel a bit nauseous.

He turned his head away, unwilling to look further, then asked his assistant, who had been waiting by his side all along:

"Have the damage assessments been completed? How much medicine did we lose?"

The assistant quickly stepped forward and answered:

"Prime Minister, after counting, we lost a total of 420 kilograms of goods."

"This is equivalent to half of all the stock we’ve produced in nearly two months. Although I hate to admit it, we certainly... suffered severe losses."

"Furthermore, a considerable portion of our equipment was damaged in the attack. In the next month or two, without new equipment from Huadu, our drug output will drop by at least a quarter."

"But the good news is, we still have 600 kilograms of stock left."

"This stock is enough to maintain control over the Blood Skulls—for a month, we don’t need to worry about running out."

"Good."

The so-called "Prime Minister" nodded and, after calculating silently for a moment, said:

"But this number is already quite dangerous."

"Each Terror Demon can only be allotted less than 10 grams of medicine per day, which is just slightly higher than their current dosage."

"And you know, their required dosage is gradually increasing."

"If we can’t produce enough medicine quickly, we might lose control over them."

"That’s definitely not good news..."

Saying this, the Prime Minister spat angrily, then continued:

"...pushing us into such a dangerous situation, and yet we were completely unprepared."

"We don’t know their purpose, let alone if they have other means!"

"This is simply... an unparalleled humiliation."

"We should retaliate against them, but at least... let me know who they are!"

After the man’s words fell, the assistant was silent at first, then tentatively spoke:

"Although there’s no direct evidence at the moment to prove who they are, I seem to... have an idea of their identity?"

"So, what is it?"

The man frowned and said:

"Don’t hold back now, give me the answer directly!"

The assistant nodded slightly nervously, then quickly answered:

"They are very likely from Yellow Stone City, the Huaxia Army—or in the terms of the Holy Blood Temple, they are ’Mimic Heretics’."