Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 283 - 281 Zhangsun Jing

Chapter 283: Chapter 281 Zhangsun Jing

In the suburbs of Shengjing City, there was a bakery with a long queue.

The lined-up crowd ranged from the young to the old, with little girls as young as seven or eight and elderly women with teeth beginning to fall out, all quietly waiting in line.

However, there was not a single man in the queue.

The bakery’s window wafted a tempting sweet aroma, but it wasn’t significantly superior to other shops, which made such a long line seem somewhat unreasonable.

The reason for all of this was that the bakery’s owner was a very handsome man.

Casually curly hair tied back into a ponytail, a slightly weather-beaten handsome face, and a somewhat disheveled goatee made him much more handsome than the uncle-type stars on television.

Whether he was cutting pastries, bagging them, or taking money, his movements were as smooth as flowing water, and watching him work was simply a delight.

That’s why the local young women and housewives frequented the place.

Due to the booming business, the pastries prepared in advance quickly sold out, and the owner looked at the sky and said to the people in line, "Today’s pastries are all sold out. Everybody, please head back."

After he finished speaking, the women who had lined up began to grumble softly, but despite their complaints, they obediently returned to their homes.

The last batch of pastries was done by two in the afternoon, selling these and closing shop was one of the rules of this small store.

After everyone had dispersed, the owner began to clean the shop, not missing a single corner from start to finish, even though his store was already the cleanest on the street, he still cleaned very diligently.

Once he finished cleaning, he pulled down the roller shutter, sat at the entrance of the store, and lit a cigarette, his figure inexplicably somewhat melancholic.

His name was Zhangsun Jing, and he was once a mercenary of some renown.

He had killed Rives’s dogs, stolen Diesel’s cars, hijacked Stenson’s parcels, and robbed Cruz’s data—a legend in the Federation’s mercenary circles.

Later tired of the fighting, he came to Shengjing City to open a bakery and lived a peaceful and leisurely life.

—Or so he remembered himself.

But he always felt there was something seriously wrong with this memory, as if he had forgotten something important. All his past experiences, vivid as they were, felt somehow unreal.

Regardless of how strange those memories were, his skills were unmistakable. Whenever he picked up the knife to cut pastries, he knew he could kill every person in his sight in less than a minute!

Zhangsun Jing shook his head, clearing the sorrow from his mind. No matter what he used to do, at least now he was a famous pastry chef, and he enjoyed this life very much.

"Are you... Zhangsun Jing?"

Wen Wen, wearing a black robe, stood beside him, asking with uncertainty.

This time Wen Wen had come to recruit a Containment Officer, and it was Zhangsun Jing, who had been a Demon Hunter following the Ranger ’Bing He.’ He had lost his superpower due to a mistake in the Corrupted District.

The last time Wen Wen saw him, he was venting his frustrations by swinging a long knife; although he was filled with resentment, he did not have a hint of the intention to give up.

But now, meeting him again, he had truly become a pastry chef, which was not in line with his character.

"You’ve got the wrong person, I’m not the one you’re looking for."

Zhangsun Jing flicked ash from his cigarette, not turning to look at Wen Wen. He guessed someone he used to know had come looking for him, but he had already washed his hands of his past life.

"Do you want to return to your previous life? I can help you, all you have to do is join our Catastrophe Containment Facility," Wen Wen said with narrowed eyes.

"I no longer wish to return to the past, the life I have now suits me just fine. Being a mercenary, who doesn’t take that role?" Zhangsun Jing sighed.

"Mercenary?"

Wen Wen blinked in slight surprise. Had he found the wrong person?

His body floated in front of Zhangsun Jing, grabbed his chin, and looked him over from left to right, only to realize that he had not recognized the wrong person after all.

Seeing the black qi on Wen Wen’s body, Zhangsun Jing’s pupils dilated slightly, and only then did he realize that things were far from being as simple as just being a mercenary.

He quickly reached for the kitchen knife next to him, but he suddenly found that he couldn’t even pick up the knife—his hand went right through it!

"What’s happened to me, what have you done to me?"

"It seems you really don’t remember, looks like there’s a problem with your memory."

If Wen Wen hadn’t guessed wrong, Zhangsun Jing’s memory must have been tampered with by a memory modifier, which is why he couldn’t remember anything about being a Demon Hunter before.

Hearing that there was a problem with his memory, a vivid image of himself slashing at a monster with a knife flashed through Zhangsun Jing’s mind.

Then he shook his head violently, looking at Wen Wen in shock and asked, "How do you know there’s something wrong with my memory?"

Various conspiratorial stories raced through his mind in an instant—tales that his body was still lying in the game pod, frozen; stories about him being a big shot who was kidnapped by a mysterious organization.

But for Wen Wen, this problem seemed quite easy to solve.

To ordinary people, a memory modifier might indeed be a Divine Artifact, but although Zhangsun Jing had lost his superpower, he was not completely ordinary.

With a knife in hand, and although tackling ten Master Yes is difficult, dealing with two or three was still quite easy, so the memory modifier didn’t have a thorough effect on him.

Moreover, he was currently in a soul state, and with just a little stimulation from Wen Wen, his memory could be restored.

So, Wen Wen reached out and lightly tapped his forehead, and a surge of black energy flowed into his mind. After an intense pain, Zhangsun Jing remembered what had happened before.

"Now, do you remember who you are?" Wen Wen asked with a smile.

Zhangsun Jing looked at Wen Wen warily. When he was still a superpower user, he had never heard of a person called Wen Wen.

After the incident in the Corrupted District, both Zhangsun Jing and that female gunner lost their abilities. But while the female gunner wisely stepped back from the front lines, Zhangsun Jing was not at all content.

He wanted to reclaim his abilities through battling with monsters.

His previous memories were not wrong. Before becoming a superpower user, Zhangsun Jing was indeed a legendary mercenary. Later, during a mission, he encountered a monster, and in the process of fighting that monster, he awakened his powers.

Therefore, in the missions that followed, Zhangsun Jing always took the initiative to strike. Although his actions were within the rules, his careless attitude towards his own life agitated his former companions.

So, they forcibly restrained Zhangsun Jing, erased his memory, and sent him here to run a pastry shop.

Because he once mentioned casually in a conversation with his comrades that his childhood dream was to open a pastry shop...

After recovering his memory, Zhangsun Jing calmed his emotions and immediately asked Wen Wen, "You said you can make me revert to my former self, does that mean you can restore my abilities?"

If Wen Wen truly had such power, then Zhangsun Jing was willing to pay any price!