Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 345 - 343: Poker Dart

Chapter 345: Chapter 343: Poker Dart

The Poker General’s abilities were quite a bit stranger.

Its constitution could allow Wen Wen to turn into a paper-thin person at any time, squeezing into the smallest cracks, but being relatively fragile when transformed into a paper person was not much of an issue for him.

And its abilities were much more complex than those of the Black Blood Princess, involving greasy body transformation, firing fireworks bare-handed, one-finger handstands, and doing a 3600-degree turn in mid-air followed by a somersault...

In the midst of all these colorful abilities, the only one Wen Wen truly valued was the Poker Dart, which was also the primary offensive ability of the Poker General.

This dart could easily surpass the power of ordinary bullets, and if used by Wen Wen, its power could even exceed that of the Demon Hunting Bullet.

To test the power of this poker, Wen Wen came to the woods of the Sanctuary.

Yes, the Sanctuary had woods, which were part of the scenic belt of the cemetery area; Wen Wen had also used wood from here when making his own tombstone.

In a few trees, Wen Wen marked ten different spots with an "X" and then threw a deck of poker cards, hitting all ten marks precisely with the fragile cards penetrating deep into the tree trunks, demonstrating full force!

"If ordinary poker cards can achieve this effect, what about special poker cards..."

Wen Wen snapped his fingers twice, first using the ’Liquid Shaping’ ability to create ten Water Poker cards, then employing the ’Poker Dart’ technique to shoot them out.

These Water Poker cards changed direction in the air and accurately hit the pre-made marks, and the trees struck by the Water Poker cards broke with a crash!

Wen Wen’s mouth curved into a smile, "With such power, it can be quite useful."

The precision and power of the Water Poker meant that in the future, when Wen Wen encountered a large number of minor soldiers, he could use this ability to quickly clear them out.

While the ’Pack of Wolves’ splitting dart was practical, it could only clear a small area of monsters, but these poker cards could accomplish precise shooting.

The idea of bullets curving in gunfights is nonsense, but curving poker cards was something Wen Wen could do!

After playing around for a while, Wen Wen realized he had chopped down all the surrounding trees, leaving a barren patch in the green belt, which was not very fitting since it was near a cemetery.

"Tsk... It looks a bit unsightly now, I’ll ask Feng Ruixing to bring some saplings to plant at the next Containment Officer gathering."

The weekly Containment Officer meetings were still going on as usual, with the venue now beautified by Feng Ruixing with the addition of pool tables, bar counters, mahjong machines, and other entertainment facilities.

Even when there was no meeting, the Containment Officers would occasionally come here to relax.

Among them, Miao Miaomiao was particularly diligent in visiting... Alright, this once gourmet who settled for pickles and tea eggs was just coming to freeload food and drinks, as the meals at the Sanctuary were much better than any she could find herself.

Among the prison guards of the Association, there were once chefs and waiters from Lishui Villa.

These two prison guards were usually responsible for maintaining the equipment at the meeting place, and when Containment Officers visited, they would serve them, which naturally included cooking.

Beyond the exchange of information and trading, the theme of the meetings included many other aspects. The Containment Officers now resembled a close-knit group rather than loose sand.

After sending a message to Feng Ruixing, Wen Wen left the woods and headed to the Disaster Zone Cell. He stood outside cell number four, looking at his most significant catch this time, Little Red Riding Hood.

At this moment, Little Red Riding Hood was pitifully sprawled in the corner on the cold floor, her mindset reverted to that of years ago—grief, despair, helplessness, exactly like when she sat in the hallway warming herself with bullets.

And this time the situation was even worse, because the weapon that could bring her happiness was no longer effective.

By looking at the other monsters in the other rooms, she knew that even Disaster Level monsters could only survive here in this manner.

Upon seeing Wen Wen walk in, Little Red Riding Hood’s eyes blazed with fire, and she rushed to the bars, clawing and snapping, trying to add two new wounds to Wen Wen’s body.

But Wen Wen just stood a meter away from the cell, watching her short arms flail helplessly, laughing in a way that was maddeningly smug.

If Little Red Riding Hood were not an enemy, but instead a pet kept in the cell, she would indeed appear quite cute.

"You pervert, either let me go or let me out, or else... or else I..."

Little Red Riding Hood glared at Wen Wen through clenched teeth, her buttocks swollen to an abnormal size after being kicked so hard by Wen Wen that they had swollen from peach-sized to that of a gourd.

This was also why she was lying down; she couldn’t sit normally due to the short-term effects of Wen Wen’s kick.

Wen Wen, with his arms crossed, taunted, "Or else what? I’ll tell you, the monsters from Fairy Tale Town, your fate is the best among them. The other monsters... tsk tsk tsk, it’s tragic."

"Nonsense, the Warlord King and Ice Queen, their majesties, have unparalleled strength. You pervert are no match for the two of them," Little Red Riding Hood didn’t believe Wen Wen’s words and thought he was bluffing.

Wen Wen chuckled slyly, said nothing further, and simply took out a set of Ice Armor, placing it on the ground.

Upon seeing the armor, Little Red Riding Hood helplessly sat down on the ground, tears dripping incessantly; she couldn’t imagine what the Ice Queen had gone through, nor did she know what she herself would face next.

"Not just her, but also the Black Blood Princess, who has already lost most of her strength and is in a coma after eating a poisoned apple. You, whom I’ve captured, are actually the luckiest one—your strength remains, and you won’t die."

Having said this, Little Red Riding Hood felt a profound sense of powerlessness as if her life had plunged to rock bottom.

Seeing her like this, Wen Wen’s eyes rolled around a couple of times, then his hand moved towards Little Red Riding Hood’s head.

Don’t get it wrong, Wen Wen wasn’t about to soothe the little monstrous Little Red Riding Hood with a pat on the head; he had his eyes on her cloak...

He distinctly remembered that Little Red Riding Hood’s Red Cloak was like a pocket from an animated realm, out of which she could pull various powerful weapons.

So amidst Little Red Riding Hood’s fierce resistance, he forcefully ripped off her Red Cloak, holding and fiddling with it in his hands.

Little Red Riding Hood looked at Wen Wen with a wronged expression, now understanding how he acquired the Ice Armor in his possession.

Unfortunately, in Wen Wen’s hands, the cloak seemed just like a piece of tattered cloth, manifesting no anomalies.

Little Red Riding Hood, hugging her shoulders, scornfully said to Wen Wen, "This is a family Containment Item of our Little Red Riding Hood clan; no one but our clan can use it."

Wen Wen scratched his head, his eyes lighting up.

"You say this is a Containment Item? Then this is going to be easy!"