Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 433 - 390 Countryside Stroll

Chapter 433: Chapter 390 Countryside Stroll

The countryside of Silla looked almost the same as Xia.

The view was dominated by overgrown weeds, with evergreen trees and deciduous trees interspersed, and dead branches as dense as the meridians of a human body.

The closer Du Qianqian got to this village, the easier it was for her to recall those unpleasant memories.

She used to run through such barren fields, chasing after the other village kids like animals; she was scrawny and thin as a child, and so she was often bullied, the weakest among the girls.

Since she could remember, the compliments Du Qianqian had received were few and far between; it seemed as if people were naturally disinclined to appreciate each other, always ready to pick apart each other’s flaws in secret comparisons.

Du Qianqian felt trapped in a vicious cycle, even after joining Farosa and working under Xu Yang, they didn’t particularly value her character; she guessed that to others, her personality was the lowest grade, the most fanatical, greedy, selfish and stubborn... These thoughts were deeply entrenched in Du Qianqian’s mind, causing her to subconsciously doubt everyone.

"Can you compliment me for once?" Du Qianqian turned her head as if possessed and said to Mizuiro Yoshioka, who was behind her.

"You are full of energy today as well," Mizuiro Yoshioka said, pulling out a tactical telescope and surveying the scene at the little supermarket ahead, where the thugs were still moving goods.

"Thank you," Du Qianqian said earnestly, "I will share a hundred million with you."

Mizuiro Yoshioka suppressed a laugh and continued observing; she wasn’t laughing at Du Qianqian’s grand words but was reminded of the hundred million in funds Xu Yang received from Matteo, which kickstarted all their ventures to date.

Seeing her expression, Du Qianqian mistook it for mockery of her own words and was greatly disappointed. She knew she could definitely get the money; it was just that no one quite believed it yet.

The scene in front of them was a village of about one hundred households, with a supermarket occupying around forty square meters, and a gang of roughly ten to fifteen thugs—all as scouted by Mizuiro Yoshioka, who crouched in the dry yellow grass, slowly relaying what she observed to Du Qianqian.

"We’ll move in at night," Mizuiro Yoshioka gestured, "Use the King of Illusions to silently kill the enemy. Or we could mark this spot and call for Kong Tai and the others to come help us through the communicator."

"I’ll lure them away from the village," Du Qianqian said, still cloaked in the illusion of a Black Fire Assault Troop, heading to the village alone.

Mizuiro Yoshioka took out a Precision Marksman Rifle from her back, an Akai-150 produced by Iwasaki Heavy Industries, painted crimson, and nicknamed "Red Wolf" by Mizuiro Yoshioka herself.

She used the six-time scope to scan the area, first checking for high ground, watching out for enemy snipers, and surveying every window in the village. Even though Du Qianqian hadn’t asked for it, Mizuiro Yoshioka still kept updating her, pointing out positions she needed to be wary of.

Continuous chatter from Mizuiro Yoshioka buzzed in Du Qianqian’s earpiece. This kind of lukewarm care made her uncomfortable yet offered a sense of security.

As Mizuiro Yoshioka continued her observations, Du Qianqian authoritatively gestured to the thugs from a distance, and they immediately came over, weapons in hand. Du Qianqian claimed that a Black Fire Innovation transport plane had crashed nearby and asked for their help.

The notorious reputation of Black Fire Innovation instilled fear in them; they tentatively asked Du Qianqian several questions, but her responses were smooth, and the appearance copied by transformative Magic Power was convincing enough. They turned warily, and one man headed into the supermarket, presumably to consult their leader, and after a long wait, he came back out.

It seemed they had received orders from their boss; eight men came out.

They were all ragged, hot-tempered fellows, their bodies loaded with cheap implants, having undergone unauthorized bodily modifications to the extent that they looked inhuman, like living skeletons, in a state of attaching whatever they could find to themselves.

They followed Du Qianqian on the road, curious about the situation.

Leading the way, Du Qianqian maintained a professional and serious demeanor; transforming her appearance was just the first step. Mimicking and even mastering the other party’s mindset, knowledge structure, and abilities was an advanced use of power.

For this reason, the thugs couldn’t see through her disguise—she indeed appeared to be a deadly assassin from Black Fire Innovation.

Potential wealth comes with risk, and by agreeing to this task, even a tiny reward from the corporation could quickly grow their gang’s influence in the Silla Region.

After traveling seven li away from the village, Du Qianqian was almost at the shore, and Mizuiro Yoshioka, unable to affect the situation, could only patiently follow the whole way.

"Far enough, you shoot from the outside, pretending it’s enemy fire," Du Qianqian quietly communicated with Mizuiro Yoshioka.

Mizuiro Yoshioka opened fire and a shot rang out, dropping one of the thugs in the lead. Du Qianqian immediately yelled to the rest to watch out for "enemies at the back" and quickly sought cover.

The other thugs caught off guard scrambled to draw their weapons and joined Du Qianqian in looking for cover behind rocks and tree trunks.

"Throw grenades!"

"Call the boss for help!"

"Deploy the shield!"

"Careful!" They shouted for support, scanning the direction of Mizuiro Yoshioka’s shots with their guns on alert.

One mechanized thug lifted the third arm on his back, and from it, a barrage of electromagnetic grenades and homemade explosives erupted outwards like a man-shaped rocket launcher, thrown en masse in the general direction of Mizuiro Yoshioka’s last shot.

Boom! Boom!

Mizuiro Yoshioka hastily scrambled backward, rolling and crawling to create distance to avoid injury.

But the sprawling electromagnetic interference waves still affected her; the auxiliary shooting interface in front of her eyes fluttered, ammo count and wind speed all turned to gibberish. She had to retreat below the slope, back against the incline, panting heavily.