Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 124 - 124 33 Undercurrents Surge

124: Chapter 33: Undercurrents Surge 124: Chapter 33: Undercurrents Surge It was the afternoon.

Gongsun Ce had a vague premonition that something was amiss.

He decided to go home first to check his mail, then logically proceed to seek out the painter to solve the mystery.

Shiyu Lianyi felt as though his heart had turned to ashes; bewildered, he dragged his weary body home.

Thanks to Qiluo’s persuasions, the self-proclaimed heartbroken duo felt slightly better.

Qin Qianbai parted with the other two at the KTV entrance; she planned to buy a small gift for her neighbor to apologize later that evening.

Qiluo wanted to accompany her, but Kardesia considerately held her back.

She decided to stroll around before taking Qiluo back home, and the two headed to the central district.

At this moment, the five members of the small group had just separated.

Is this a coincidence?

Not necessarily, as friends do not need to stay together all day.

As for where each of them was headed, that wasn’t necessarily the result of careful consideration: no one lives their life like a strategic game, pondering over each decision for long periods.

In daily life, people often handle unimportant decisions impulsively, easily influenced by external information: deciding to order a dish from an advertisement after hearing a catchy jingle; opting to try a suggestion seen on TV when distressed… These are all random instances, and more often than not, unnecessary information gathered from the environment is filtered and edited by the brain, just as one does not store every passerby’s conversation in mind while on the move.

However, the redundant information processed and left behind by the brain still occupies a part of the memory… a very insignificant part.

Concealed, hard to notice, but still existing.

.

Someone was contemplating their next move.

The Dragon Species were not in good shape.

Their twisted minds and the city’s environment made them fearless in battle but indecisive and weak over trivial matters.

The children who had failed repeatedly to escape felt fear and were particularly confused.

These emotions would spread to bystanders unrelated to the “jailbreak,” creating an unstable atmosphere.

It wasn’t necessary for much… just envelop a few districts.

Mr.

Xuan Zhi of Dragon Head District was already misled by the mist.

Sky Extreme remained closed behind doors.

Ming Guest continued to roam; he was the biggest element of instability, able to act as the trigger at the last moment.

Only half a day was left to end, what should be chosen?

“Spare the minor pieces without regret; do not lose the major for the minor.”

Minor pieces still require effort to move.

Let’s wait and see how things go…

And check on the progress of the other parts.

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In another part of the wing opposite the Fixed Wing District, known as the Wing of Death, a Superpower User was listening to a subordinate’s report.

He was tall and burly, with bulging muscles, dressed in a black leather jacket, and his face concealed behind an iron mask shaped like a skull.

No one knew his name; people only nervously mentioned his title: Wing of Death.

Long ago, when Wing of Death had just established his organization, many bold people had ridiculed his attire.

He executed those enemies one by one, using pliers to tear open their mouths, cutting off their flesh with knives until the living skulls could no longer make a sound, then shooting bullets into their skulls and crushing their bodies with a hammer, adding a new corpse on the back of the dragon.

Afterward, no one dared to scoff any longer.

Except for those three.

Demon, Red Lion… and that Superpower User…

“Huh…”

He sat in a steel chair, listening to the blond subordinate’s report.

The absurd stories they recounted brought a bitter taste of old times to Wing of Death’s mouth.

“…Boss, this is what happened this morning.”

The blond ruffian carefully narrated the entire process, not hiding any details, including the shameful words and actions of the three.

“Huh… Huh…”

Heavy breaths sounded through the metallic mask.

The three remained silent, waiting for their leader’s words.

Finally, Wing of Death spoke.

“Who has the Walkman?”

The flat-headed man honestly replied, “Boss, we don’t know.

We just heard one side of the story from the kid and the woman; it might still be with the long-haired one.”

“No.”

Wing of Death’s chief shook his head in denial.

Da Wu clenched his teeth and stepped forward to ask, “Boss!

What exactly is—”

He felt the gaze of Wing of Death.

Instantly, the daring thug dared not utter another word.

“Find Cecil.”

He extended his hand, and a nearby underling quickly bowed to hand the receiver of an old phone to the leader.

After several rings, a young woman’s voice came through.

“The doctor is busy; just tell me what it is.

Have you found the test subject?”

Wing of Death’s voice was coarse and hoarse, making one feel uncomfortable and uneasy just listening to it.

“Cancel the deal.”

“Hey hey, are you kidding me?

Is that all Wing of Death can do?”

“Demon and Red Lion have entered the scene.”

“Tsk… hold on!” The woman on the other end shouted as if speaking to someone else, “Doctor, Doctor Cecil!

Test subject 293… Can I handle this little thing myself?

Hey, Doctor, this… alright, alright, you’re busy, I won’t disturb you…”

The woman muttered a few curses under her breath, then said, “Double the payment, I’ll handle Demon.

You just pull the person out of the Lion’s hands.”

“Goodbye.”

“Don’t pull the trigger!

What do you want?”

Demon watched on silently, extending his patience for the sake of the laboratory.

He did not answer questions that were meaningless.

“Ugh…” The woman clicked her tongue loudly, “Fine, fine.

No reward then!

Five slots, whether you take it or not is up to you.”

He had not expected the client to offer such a high bid—a bid so high that the “negotiation material” on his personal music player suddenly seemed irrelevant.

He knew, and everyone in the city knew, that the people in white coats did not lie.

They always delivered everything they promised; whether one could stomach the reward was a matter of the trader’s own capability.

Demon made a decision.

Now, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

“Okay.”

“Deal then.

Don’t worry about the damage, I just want the subjects alive.

Get it done quickly.”

Demon hung up the phone.

He surveyed the crowd of people dressed in black around him.

They were the core of the organization, carefully selected elites by him.

Even though some of them might not be the brightest, they were all incredibly loyal to him.

The leader of Wing of Death spoke up.

“You will have four slots to leave Cangshou City.”

The breath of the men in black halted for a moment.

They understood that there were far more than four people present.

Even if this operation was successful, fierce competition was still ahead.

But those were concerns for later.

They needed to secure the slots first, to have any hope of departing.

Hope, a precious hope, that for those who lived in darkness, was worth sacrificing everything for.

A yellow-haired gangster spoke on behalf of everyone,

“Boss, what should we do?”

Demon stood up from his chair.

He walked in front of each member, peering into their eyes through the holes in his mask.

He saw greed, fear, and loyalty—loyalty to the organization and to him.

“Not you…”

He walked into the weapon storage, attaching a long-unused mechanical arm to his right arm.

His weapon was maintained daily, shiny and silver as new.

Demon stood at the center of the group, raising his weapon.

“It’s us.”

*

Cangshou District General Office Building, 66th Floor.

Director Liu Zhongwu was listening to a subordinate’s report.

“Today, we attempted to convert the memory of a Biochemical Monkey into visual imagery, but the results show…”

He patiently listened through the whole process and concluded, “Still no progress.”

Director Liu waved his hand, not being harsh on his subordinate, “Little Li, how is the investigation on Ming Guest’s whereabouts going?”

Little Li handed over a stack of files that had been prepared earlier.

“Tsk tsk tsk.

Gongsun Ce, Shiyu Ling, Wing of Death, Yan Qi…

they really can’t stay idle,” he said while carefully examining the actions of an Impermanence Law Enforcer in recent days, pausing on a page from this morning.

Director Liu pointed at a photo of a girl with pink hair: “Who is this?”

Little Li softly recounted the related intelligence, part of which was kindly provided by a well-informed civilian.

The middle-aged man tapped on the desk, suddenly asking, “The morning of the 15th…

when we received the intelligence and urgently initiated the contingency plan?”

His trusted aid understood immediately, “Yes, Director.

Because of the test switch of backup power, several agencies and laboratories submitted their protests that day.”

“First, show the photo to the monkey.

Bring over a city map.”

Little Li quickly fetched a map and thoughtfully provided a pencil and an eraser.

Director Liu flipped through the materials, comparing them with the map, occasionally sketching with the pencil.

After a long struggle, he sighed worriedly.

“This is strange…”

The chubby Director then asked his subordinate, “What does the monkey think?”

Little Li said softly, “The Biochemical Monkey seems perplexed, as if it has seen her but doesn’t recognize her.”

Director Liu pondered for a while, then slowly arranged his work.

“Follow this line for the investigation.

Send a copy of the information to Ao.

Let me know once there are results.”

He placed the pen and map on the table, rubbed his eyes, and declared that he needed a rest before leaving the large conference room and entering his small room.

Everyone in Yiji Hall knew that Director Liu was an old-fashioned Impermanence Law Enforcer.

He wasn’t fond of modern technological devices, using almost exclusively a mobile phone—an old model from years ago.

Having such a person work in Cangshou City was indeed a challenge.

His room also lacked surveillance cameras, one of his few special privileges.

Director Liu entered his small room, lay down on the bed, and slipped his phone beneath the pillow.

Just to be safe, he pretended to lie down for a while before getting up again.

The Director’s eyes sparkled as he walked to his desk and took out a pencil, eraser, and a new map from the drawer.

After pondering for a long time, he uncertainly made a mark on the map with the pencil.

Starting from this black dot, the pencil traced winding, complex lines along the roads.

He traced slowly, frequently erasing and redrawing, sometimes even starting over entirely.

Director Liu sighed to himself, “At my age, I still have to play hide and seek…

Oh boy…”

That was indeed physically demanding.