Then let the witch offer her loyalty

In addition, the system requires that her reputation be raised to "highly praised".

This level of positive feedback is probably not something that can be achieved simply by being a good child.

Zhou Yan had to do something, something amazing and truly admirable.

...

"Boom——"

Lightning flashed across the border region, illuminating the dilapidated buildings and the rain-soaked ground.

The border area is underdeveloped and has a problematic drainage system. With such heavy rain, the streets and alleys are filled with muddy water, and plastic bags, decaying leaves and black oil stains can be seen floating everywhere.

"Dare to touch my daughter... I'll kill you scum..."

A man with a full beard trudged through the rain, his leg seemingly badly injured, walking with a limp.

The man had neither an umbrella nor a raincoat; he was soaked to the bone and looked extremely disheveled. His bloodshot eyes were filled with twisted rage.

"Touch my daughter... I'll fight you to the death... Nobody's going to get away with this..."

He kept repeating these words to himself, braving the torrential rain and dragging his injured leg, until he reached a park.

The park's sign reads "Golden Peach." The roads are clean, with neatly planted shrubs and money trees along the sides. Several office buildings with reflective glass facades stand quietly, and there are many black vans in the parking lot.

Such grand-looking industrial parks are common in Xinshi, but they seem out of place in this dilapidated and backward place on the outskirts.

At the entrance of the park, several rioters were sitting under a awning smoking.

Some of the thugs saw the man staggering towards them through the rain, peered over for a moment, and grinned, "Hey, isn't this Zhang Fengwen? What's up? Got some money? Looks like our visit the other day had some effect."

The man named Zhang Fengwen ignored the thugs and stared intently at the main building in the park. He limped into the building, muttering things like "touch my daughter" and "I'll kill you all."

Seeing that Zhang Fengwen was ignoring him, the thug stood up and kicked him, saying, "I'm talking to you, don't you have ears?!"

Zhang Fengwen was kicked down into the puddle, and his disheveled appearance made the thugs laugh loudly.

The thug who assaulted Zhang Fengwen stepped on his lame leg, rubbing it back and forth with the sole of his shoe, and said arrogantly, "Brother, don't blame us for being ruthless. Paying back debts is a matter of course. Breaking your leg is too lenient."

“Our boss said before that your daughter is pretty and could be used to pay off the debt. But you won’t use her as collateral, you won’t pay back the money, and you’re trying to run away with your daughter. If we don’t take you down, who else should we take down?”

Just then, Zhang Fengwen suddenly reached into his pocket, pulled out a gun, and pointed it at the thug's head.

The sudden turn of events startled the thugs, who pulled out their guns and pointed them at Zhang Fengwen, cursing him angrily.

"Do you fucking want to die?!"

"Put the gun down! I told you to put the gun down!"

"Want to risk your life? You think I'm easily scared?!"

Rainwater streamed down Zhang Fengwen's face, his eyes wide with madness and fury, and his low growl was like that of a wild beast: "Dare to touch my daughter! If I don't live anymore, you won't get away with it either!"

The thug who was being held at gunpoint was also startled, but his extensive experience in the underworld allowed him to display an unusual calmness in this moment.

He first glanced at the gun out of the corner of his eye, and after comparing it with his memory, he found that it was not any known police or military standard firearm.

Judging from the workmanship, it's not the kind of homemade modified gun.

The gun is made entirely of dark gray alloy with a matte finish. Its lines are clean and crisp, and some dark purple glowing patterns can be seen in the center of the gun, making it look somewhat bizarre.

The thug grinned sinisterly: "Zhang Fengwen, who are you trying to scare? You're such a poor bastard who can't even afford to eat, how could you possibly afford a real gun?"

"If you're going to buy a fake toy gun, at least make it look realistic. But you bought a gun that lights up? Are you trying to scare kids?!"

Zhang Fengwen's hand holding the gun trembled slightly, the veins on the back of his hand stood out, his breathing was heavy, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to overflow, but for some reason he did not pull the trigger.

The thugs smirked, seemingly sensing Zhang Fengwen's inner struggle and convinced that it was a fake gun.

He looked directly into Zhang Fengwen's eyes, licked his lips, and said in a deliberately provocative tone, "Your family has good genes. Our boss said your daughter is very voluptuous."

"Boom!!!" Without warning, the black muzzle of the gun suddenly burst out with an extremely hot light.

In an instant, the thug's head and chest cavity were blasted apart. His flesh and blood were torn apart and melted under the impact of the energy torrent. The exploded bone fragments and muscle tissue mixed with charred skin flew out and sprinkled all over the ground, billowing blue smoke in the rain.

The shockwave swept across the surroundings in an instant, and the unsuspecting thugs were instantly overturned, flying backwards like rag dolls and crashing heavily into the mud. They saw stars and their eardrums were ringing.

They opened their eyes in shock, only to see the puddles around them rising in thick white steam as if boiling. The attacked companion had half his body wiped away, leaving only a blood-stained belt connecting his mangled lower limbs.

The rain poured down, and raindrops slapped against the terrified faces of the rioters.

It's not that they haven't seen dead people before.

Having spent so many years in the border regions, I've already seen the bloodshed.

Smuggling, gang fights, vigilante justice—even if you haven't committed murder yourself, you've at least witnessed others killing.

What horrified them was not that Zhang Fengwen had killed someone, but the power of the pistol in his hand.

A single shot melts a person to pieces—what kind of weapon is this?!

While the rioters were distracted, Zhang Fengwen, limping, stood up in the rain. He looked up, and raindrops lashed his contorted face, dripping from his hair and running down the thorny, twisted black marks around his eyes.

"Dare to touch my daughter... I'll kill you all!!! I'll kill you all!!!"

...

"Attention all units of the Demon Hunting Division 9: A violent attack has just occurred in the Golden Peach Garden area of ​​Blackwater Street on the border."

"According to witnesses, a man armed with some kind of high-powered firearm attacked the Golden Peach Garden. He had obvious thorn-like black marks on his face and was suspected to be a madman corrupted by madness."

"The man is still committing killings in the park and has caused multiple deaths. Please dispatch a tactical team immediately to handle the situation."

The moment Yang Jie received the report, he immediately understood the situation.

This shouldn't be a dead apostle formed from the witch's madness. The report mentions "high-powered firearms," ​​suggesting that, like the illegal psychic from the Demon Alliance we dealt with last time, the person in question possesses a calamity weapon capable of causing madness contamination.

"Chen Moxin, Ji Chen, you two immediately take a special operations team to the Golden Peach Park and prioritize bringing the situation under control. We absolutely cannot allow the madness pollution to spread."

"Also, if conditions permit, do not kill that Dead Apostle. Try to capture him alive. We need to follow his Calamity Weapon upwards, and maybe we can pinpoint the source."

Soon, Chen Moxin and the witch hunter named "Ji Chen" led more than a dozen special forces soldiers and boarded an armed helicopter to head to the border.

During the flight, Chen Moxin glanced at Ji Chen, who was in the same cabin.

This was their first collaboration, but as fellow witch hunters from the Ninth Division of the Demon Hunters, Chen Moxin was very familiar with Ji Chen's abilities.

Ji Chen's spiritual contract partner, SWAB-056, codenamed "Beast Tamer Witch," possesses the spiritual power of "animal control."

The name of this ability is misleading; at first glance, one might think it's like the druid in the game, relying on wild beasts such as jackals and tigers to fight.

But in fact, the greatest function of this ability is to control humans, and to a certain extent, it can influence the behavior of the controlled person, just like a puppeteer manipulates a puppet.

If the other party falls for it without any warning, they may not even realize what happened, just like being deeply hypnotized.

It is said that during the final test at the previous hunter training camp, a small team was defeated by him, and quite badly at that.

A few minutes later, the helicopter arrived over the Golden Peach Park.

From above, several buildings in the park were damaged to varying degrees, with flames burning between them, glass shards and metal pipes constantly falling from the upper floors, accompanied by occasional explosions and billowing black smoke.

On the road, you could see some figures fleeing in panic, scrambling to run towards the park exit.

The area around the exit was crowded with onlookers who were unaware of what was happening. They thought it was a violent clash between groups and were just watching the show, completely oblivious to the more terrifying events that were taking place inside.

Ji Chen frowned as he looked at the chaotic crowd. He opened his communicator and ordered, "Special forces team, make an emergency landing immediately, seal off the park entrances and exits, evacuate unrelated personnel, and do not allow them to approach the park."

After the special operations team landed, Ji Chen said to Chen Moxin, "Scout out the situation in the park and tell me the location of that Dead Apostle with the Calamity Weapon."

With a thought, Chen Moxin's "Phase Domain" expanded rapidly from himself, covering the entire Golden Peach Garden and sensing all the objects within it.

He quickly pointed to the tallest building in the center of the park: "The red-roofed building at 3 o'clock, 12 stories, in the middle."

...

The main office on the 12th floor of the main building in the Jintao Industrial Park.

Rows of computers are set up here, their screens filled with enticing slogans such as "Sexy dealers, dealing cards online," "Get rich overnight!" and "Earn 5000 a day with zero investment."

Every computer here is connected to a gray market backend, sending out various phishing live streams, gambling websites, and borderline games to lure others into traps.

However, at this moment, no one was sitting in front of the computer. Whether they were programmers, operators, or call center agents, they were all trembling and hiding under the table.

They are all usually very eloquent and can easily deceive people on the phone, using all sorts of persuasive talk. But at this moment, they have all become silent and timid mice.

Among them was a fat man with a big ear and wearing a thick gold chain, who seemed to be the boss here. He was huddled between a chair and a filing cabinet, sweat dripping from his bald head.

“Biao…Brother Biao…” a bespectacled man next to him asked in a trembling voice, “Has that bastard Zhang Fengwen gone mad…killing anyone he sees…what kind of gun is that?”

Brother Biao wiped the cold sweat from his fat face and cursed, "How the hell should I know? I've never seen it before!"

"Zhang Fengwen is really crazy. He just slept with her daughter, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?!"

As they were talking, Brother Biao suddenly opened his eyes wide and shushed them, "Don't make a sound! There's noise!"

The atmosphere froze instantly, and the room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

On the other side of the door, in the corridor, faint, frantic curses could be heard, growing ever closer.

"How dare you touch my daughter! I'll kill you all, you scum! I'll chop you all up and feed you to the dogs!!!"

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"Boom—" The tightly closed blast-proof door was shattered by the scorching energy flow, and hot metal fragments were scattered all over the ground. Several programmers affected by the blast screamed in agony.

Zhang Fengwen, carrying the Calamity Weapon, strode in through the smoke, his face filled with a ferocious killing intent, which, combined with the thorn-like black marks, made him look even more ferocious.

Terrified by the murderous aura, one of the programmers raised his hands, trembling as he pleaded, "Brother, we're just working here. You have a grievance to settle, so if you need anything, come find..."

"Boom!" Zhang Fengwen raised his hand and fired a shot, instantly turning the man into a charred mess.

Immediately following, amidst the cries of despair, Zhang Fengwen launched an indiscriminate massacre of everyone present, bombarding anyone he saw, even those corpses that were clearly dead but still intact, all the while hurling all sorts of vile and offensive insults.

Biao Ge, who was hiding at the very back, was terrified, but under the pressure of death, he had a strong will to survive. He seized the opportunity to rush out from behind the wall pillar and aimed his submachine gun at Zhang Fengwen.

"I'll kill you, you idiot!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—" The submachine gun burst out dense tongues of fire at an extremely high rate of fire, and bullets came raining down on us.

Zhang Fengwen clearly had a limp, but his body, transformed into a dead apostle, unleashed extremely powerful athleticism. He leaped aside to dodge the sweeping fire of the submachine gun, and then pounced like an enraged beast.

Brother Biao wanted to follow up with a shot, but Zhang Fengwen was too fast. He couldn't even see the other's movements clearly and was knocked to the ground before he could even scream.

Zhang Fengwen threw down his gun, gripped Biao Ge's large head like an iron clamp, and his eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty glint: "Touch my daughter! I'll kill you all! Kill you all!!!"

"Kakaka-"

"Aaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!" Amidst Brother Biao's heart-wrenching screams, his skull gradually deformed under Zhang Fengwen's hands, and the gushing blood stained his distorted face.

Finally, with a loud "smack," Zhang Fengwen crushed Brother Biao's head with his bare hands.

...

Just as Chen Moxin sensed Zhang Fengwen's presence, he killed Brother Biao.

“There’s only the target on the 12th floor right now. The timing is perfect. Ji Chen, you go up.”

As soon as Chen Moxin finished speaking, Ji Chen's pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze sharp as a knife. An invisible torrent of spiritual energy spread out rapidly like a tide.

Zhang Fengwen, who was originally ravaging Brother Biao's corpse, suddenly shuddered and froze in mid-air. He stood there like a statue, with only his eyes, filled with blood and rage, still trembling slightly.

As time went on, Zhang Fengwen's body began to tremble, his muscles shaking as if being pricked by countless needles, and a beast-like growl came from his throat.

His face gradually contorted, his mouth twisted, and the capillaries in his wide-open eyes burst, staining the whites of his eyes a scarlet red, as if they were about to shatter and gush blood at any moment.

Seeing that Ji Chen's brows were furrowing more and more, Chen Moxin sensed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Chen said unwillingly, "The depth of my psionic control is related to the target's resistance. The stronger the resistance, the weaker the control effect."

"This Dead Apostle's resistance is extremely strong, stronger than anyone I've ever seen before."

Veins bulged on Ji Chen's forehead, his hands clenched into fists, and his spiritual energy fluctuations surged even more violently, increasing the suppression force.

But Zhang Fengwen's resistance was too fierce. He roared wildly, his skin was taut and bluish-gray, and even his joints made cracking and twisting sounds.

Ji Chen immediately shouted, "No, if this continues, he'll break his own neck!"

"Chen Moxin, take the key stone and first remove the madness from his body!"

This operation was both a precaution and an opportunity to test the keystone's effectiveness in actual combat; the two carried a keystone that the technology department had just manufactured.

Chen Moxin took out the azure crystal from Ji Chen's bag, activated his spiritual energy, and entered a spiritual state. His body seemed to melt into the air, turning into a wisp of black mist and dissipating.

In his spirit form, he was formless and intangible, swiftly traversing the wind and rain, passing through the gaps between buildings without hindrance, and arriving at Zhang Fengwen's side like a ghost.

The next instant, Chen Moxin's physical form appeared out of thin air. His arm suddenly lashed out, flipping Zhang Fengwen, who had been restrained, over and slamming him heavily onto the blood-soaked floor.