Love, death, and false man

Chapter 19.19. Black and White Silent Film
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The leaden sky, its light cold and gray, seemed to foreshadow a downpour, casting a shadow over the seaside as a light drizzle began to fall.

I was originally planning to turn on the [Hunter Channel] to enter the subway, so that I wouldn't be restricted from entering while carrying a gun. In the city, the subway is definitely faster than two-wheeled vehicles.

However, since it required a transfer to get there from the school and Ms. Xia was in critical condition, Fang Yan still chose to requisition a motorcycle. With a life at stake, traffic rules could be temporarily set aside, and they would speed as fast as they could.

After a period of rest, although Dongni's wounds have not fully healed, they have improved by about 60-70% with continuous application of medicine, and she should be able to cope.

Fang Yan received countless friendly greetings from drivers along the way, and arrived at the location of the anomaly point mentioned by the liaison officer in just half an hour.

This is an abandoned parking lot located under a light rail overpass. The surrounding area consists of buildings from around the 90s that resemble Khrushchev's buildings. The parking lot is overgrown with weeds, the cement floor is cracked, and it has been abandoned for a long time. It is enclosed by a rusted green iron fence.

Fang Yan didn't see anything like a teleportation portal, which was normal, but he didn't rush in.

Does the target know that someone is coming to help her?

[Singularities are anomalous spaces created by spacetime distortions, where base station signals cannot reach. Support targets have already reported their presence before entering singularities.]

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Fang Yan thought for a while. He had mentioned before that singularities would retain most of the original buildings and terrain. As for the so-called inner world, he didn't know much about the ACG world. Since there were roads all around, it would probably be better to drive in.

Without further hesitation, he wiped the rain off his face, gripped the accelerator, and sped in.

I felt a strange palpitation, as if I was being pulled by some force field, like falling into the event horizon of a black hole, and all the surrounding scenery was stretched into horizontal lines.

It was just a momentary daze.

Fang Yan did drive the motorcycle into the parking lot, but it seemed to be a different parking lot.

It wasn't raining here, and it seemed to be outside the time zone of the real coastal city. The sky was a bluish hue, and the surrounding terrain and buildings were exactly the same as before, making it hard to find any differences.

Fang Yan looked at his hands and the motorcycle, which was originally painted red. It was as if all colors had been lost here, turning into a silent film in black and white. The surrounding city buildings were the same, but the precision was still very high. This place was completely realistic, with rich details. Fang Yan carefully looked at the texture, pores and protruding blood vessels on his skin. It was too damn weird.

Looking around, it was just Binhai City, but it seemed a little different. The distant scenery looked like a copy-paste, with the light rail elevated road overhead every so often.

The UI on the retina was indeed unusable; it was all in a loading state. All the data was generated and transmitted by the base station. Fang Yan couldn't even see the strength of the Soulfire, so he couldn't use anything. The [Hunter Channel] had also been disconnected from the server.

But the crimson mystery code imprinted on their consciousness seemed unaffected.

【Bloodhound.EXE】is still available.

This place seems quite big. Where am I supposed to find Xia Bing?
Just as he was thinking this, an explosion came from afar, unlike the sound of flammable materials exploding, more like the sound of a grenade exploding.

Fang Yan released the clutch and drove towards the source of the sound.

The other side of the singularity.

Xia Bing's Soulfire has the characteristic of directional explosion, which is a very powerful characteristic, but it also has a fatal flaw: its range is extremely short. It can only be released at close range. Because it is a wide-area impact force, its power weakens the farther away it is, and it has almost no long-range combat capability.

As a private first class, Xia Bing can already customize her own weapon through the liaison officer.

Hollow steel pipes are made from alloy chromium-molybdenum steel, which has extremely high heat resistance and impact resistance and is often used as tank gun barrels.

Xia Bing would buy small steel balls from hardware stores to make his own "bullets." He would seal 50 to 100 steel balls in book pages, stuff them into a special weapon made of steel pipe, and release a devastating attack through directional detonation. "It's almost done, isn't it?"

Xia Bing shook the smoking steel pipe. Although it didn't do much to cool the pipe, it had become a habit. The special high-temperature resistant gloves she was wearing were already charred.

The "Void Demon" in front of her had already been blasted into a pulp, but Xia Bing still quickly stepped forward, swung the steel pipe, and swung it at the head with all her might like a baseball player, hitting a home run and squeezing out all the soup sauce.

The "Void Demon" is a unique existence within the distorted space. Xia Bing did not know its origin and was encountering it for the first time. It is said to be a lost "free will".

They come in all shapes and sizes; the singularity here is filled with charred humanoid life forms, still bearing embers that haven't been extinguished.

Just as Xia Bing was preparing to find her target and leave, she heard the sound of a motorcycle engine. She immediately became alert, loaded the shotgun shells encased in the book into a steel pipe, and pointed in the direction of the sound.

He was just a boy riding a motorcycle.

Aside from encirclement operations and high-risk missions, the Soul-Sucking Lord's henchmen do not stick together; otherwise, if one unit is exposed, the others will be wiped out as well.

The Salvation Army is the same.

Before entering, I had registered because singularities are not common and this was my first time entering one.

The reason they came in was to kill a fake agent they were pursuing.

Whether friend or foe, it's not good news. The Salvation Army forbids agents from contacting each other privately, and if they do, there's only one possibility.

The lieutenant will assign big tasks and will remain tied to one side until one side dies or is wiped out. He will issue a temporary contact code that allows him to contact everyone in the team at the same time.

Damn...

I should have known better than to report it; it only led to more trouble.

Fang Yan knew she was a mature and sophisticated woman before she arrived.

He got off the CG125 motorcycle and saw Xia Bing pointing at him with a steel pipe. He didn't make any rash moves, but simply raised his hands to show that he meant no harm.

Having witnessed firsthand the cannonball-like impact of the shotgun shells and the headshot from the steel pipe, it's a bit of an overreaction.

Because some of the physical rules are lost within the singularity, everything is black and white, but in strange places it retains its original color; the sky is in the blue hour of some unknown time zone.

Fang Yan himself couldn't see it, but the scar on the corner of his mouth was a strange, fluorescent blue, like a zombie.

Xia Bing's only colored hair is her bright red hair, which is quite visually striking and hangs down to her waist. Fang Yan doesn't know if she has straightened or smoothed her hair or if her hair is just naturally this good, but it has definitely been dyed.

She was almost as tall as Fang Yan, about 178 cm, just two centimeters shorter. She was wearing an air force leather jacket, the kind you only see in American gangster movies, over a plain shirt, shorts, and knee-high lace-up boots. Since the place was black and white, Fang Yan couldn't tell if she was wearing stockings. In short, this woman looked incredibly wild, and her looks were undeniably stunning. She was absolutely gorgeous, but she looked too cold and was wearing an earring.

The only thing that seemed out of place was her gloves, which resembled the special high-temperature resistant gloves found in steel mills, and were somewhat charred.

Xia Bing felt somewhat uncomfortable because Fang Yan's gaze was sweeping over her head with an almost unnatural intensity.

"Who are you?"

“I’m here to rescue you. My superior is Lieutenant Sylvia Christie.”

(End of this chapter)