First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 144: Smacking Cultivators with Heavy Weapons Feels So Damn Good!

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“Rocket launchers, anti-material sniper rifles, grenades, high-powered anti-Cultivator weapons...”

What era are we living in now?

Still doing that old-school hand-to-hand nonsense?

There are no civilians here, no fear of collateral damage—go big or go home.

Make sure not a single one gets away.

Lu Ding had read official-narrative novels before about operations targeting villains. (Not naming names—any resemblance is purely coincidental.)

The kind where they’re deep in the mountains, hundreds of miles with no one around.

In situations like that, the mission gets classified as extremely dangerous.

They still wouldn’t use modern weapons!

Then they return barely alive, and even let a few bad guys escape—can you believe it?

Yes!

Lu Ding admitted, letting someone escape helps move the plot along.

But don’t treat readers like idiots.

Couldn’t you have just set it in a small city where heavy weapons can’t be used?

If you’re in the mountains, just use artillery to clean up the small fry, then send elites to surround the experts immune to guns and bombs.

Minimal losses, maximum gains. Why the hell sacrifice lives for drama?

If you know a mission’s dangerous, and people still charge in without blinking—

shouldn’t you be using them for something more important?

Then send another squad to trap those experts during their retreat.

Lay explosives. Set up formations.

If even then someone escapes—

Now that’s impressive. Hats off.

Back when Lu Ding read those novels, that’s how he thought it should go. And now?

He finally had the chance to do it his way.

Escape?

If even one of them gets away today, he’ll eat every single pebble on that rocky beach.

After hearing all of Lu Ding’s arrangements in detail,

Li Kai gave him a sideways glance.

“This plan... doesn’t really match your personality.”

It was way too cautious.

“It’s just that the noise might be a problem. What if ordinary folks hear it...”

“Clean up the battlefield afterward. It’s raining today—have a few Cultivators of Qi wash down the riverside with spellwork.

Then issue a public notice: military drill, low-altitude fighter flyby—everything covered.”

Lu Ding had even mapped out the post-battle PR.

Li Kai gave him a thumbs-up: “Smart. Really smart. Alright, we’ll do it your way. I’ll message the team now.”

He pulled out his phone.

【Dinner at Rocky Flat—bring the big boys.】

With that settled,

Lu Ding leaned down: “Heading out first.”

Li Baoxiang hadn’t expected Lu Ding to even say goodbye.

He was a little moved.

He scrambled up and gave Lu Ding three kowtows on the spot.

“Thank you, Lord Lu Taishui!”

Lu Ding didn’t acknowledge him, just turned and walked away.

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Nighttime at Rocky Flat. Torrential rain poured down.

Figures cloaked in Spiritual Qi moved through the downpour, arriving from all directions.

Eventually gathering into a group of over twenty, standing in the rain, waiting quietly.

Among them, a figure with fiery red hair.

Flames flickered on and off in his hand.

This was Chang Yan, the Fire Pillar, one of the Nine Pillars under the Three Extremes of the Tianli Cult.

Chang Yan looked up at the sky, removed the Spiritual Qi from his face, letting the rain fall freely and stream down his jawline.

“Whew~ I really hate rainy days.”

He was the Fire Pillar, after all. Since ancient times, water and fire don’t mix. Though his flames wouldn’t be put out by rain,

he still just didn’t like it.

Annoying, uncomfortable...

And loud. Rain was loud.

“You’re right, Fire Pillar, sir. Everything was fine, then suddenly it started raining. Jinshan’s cursed weather—you’re suffering for it.

It’s all that Lu Ding’s fault for running here.”

The man next to him tried to flatter.

Standard level of bootlicking—nothing remarkable, and definitely not everyone liked hearing it.

Already irritated by the rain,

Chang Yan turned his gaze.

Immediately, a tongue of flame wrapped around the man, burning him into three chunks of charred meat.

“Too much talk. He’s not someone a lowlife like you gets to judge.”

“Fire Pillar, sir. Not much time left until the scheduled meet. But Ding Buxiu’s team still hasn’t arrived.”

A woman stepped forward to report.

Chang Yan stared into the distance. Ding Buxiu knew his nature.

You don’t arrive late, or even on the dot—you arrive early. But Chang Yan wasn’t hypocritical;

he held himself to the same standard.

So the fact that Ding Buxiu hadn’t shown up yet made him suspicious.

“Got a location?”

The woman adjusted her smartwatch, zooming in and out with her fingers.

“Tracked their phones. Just re-confirmed—they’re still at Yipinxian in Jinshan. Haven’t moved.”

“Given the distance, even if they leave now and go full speed, they’ll barely make it on time.”

Upon hearing that,

flames surged again in Chang Yan’s hand.

Burning violently, unfazed by the rain.

“Looks like something happened.”

But even so, Chang Yan had no plans to withdraw.

“Forget waiting. Distribute the intel and pills—everyone scatter and go into hiding.

With Lu Ding’s personality—if he dared to touch the Kou Family’s ancestral tombs,

that means he plans to wrap this up today. He’ll leave by tomorrow.”

As he spoke, Chang Yan’s face curved into a genuine smile.

From the heart.

The appreciation one feels for someone who shares your nature.

He’d volunteered for this mission.

Just for a chance to meet Lu Ding, even if only once.

To send off, personally, a kindred soul he’d never met.

“You think... if things hadn’t gone this way, if we’d met under peaceful circumstances, with no conflicting interests—

could we have been friends?”

The girl pondered the question carefully.

Then nodded firmly: “Definitely. Lord Lu Taishui might be ruthless, but based on the intel we’ve gathered,

he’s not unreasonable. Wherever he goes—

people praise him.”

Chang Yan looked satisfied, though slightly regretful.

“It shouldn’t have been like this. But here we are.

So let me send him off with dignity—let death not be so painful.”

Bang bang bang bang...

Suddenly, gunshots rang out in rapid bursts.

Nearly every Tianli Cult Cultivator of Qi at Rocky Flat took a bullet.

In the name of fairness and balance,

half their skulls exploded.

Then came the rocket-propelled grenades dragging white smoke trails—

a barrage that killed more and wounded the rest.

Lu Ding descended from the sky,

gazing down at the scene below.

Deeply satisfied with his own plan.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

“Just give everyone a big-ass sniper rifle. What’s the problem?”

In movies, they always kill one guy with a shot—then the enemies scramble for cover and start counterattacking.

Every time, Lu Ding would think—

You didn’t have a few more sniper rifles lying around?

Your organization that broke can’t afford it?

You have the initiative, and you shoot one guy just to startle the rest!?!

That’s insane.

But now—dozens of anti-material snipers all firing at once?

Lu Ding had just one word.

Satisfying.