Chapter 1176: Chapter 686: The Most Important Mission (Part 3)

After speaking, he placed the black rat on the ground, letting it slowly scurry away.

"Ancestor," the Genetic Warrior said in a low voice, "we observed yesterday that Qing Chen was also in the lower third district. However, we noticed he often leaves the defense line, seemingly to assist some refugees in the city. We didn’t get too close; we saw it through binoculars."

Despite the entire city’s rat infestation, Jindai Yuncang’s secret squad was able to move freely with the help of Feng Junhua. They were like the dark side of the city; no one knew such a squad existed.

The Genetic Warrior continued, "If you’d like, we can ambush him on the road the next time he leaves the lower third district defense line, and assassinate him."

Jindai Yuncang pondered for a moment: "Let’s discuss it later. The rat tide’s matter is about to be successful; I don’t want to add complications. I’m not sure if he knows I’m in this city, but even if he does, it’s difficult to find me. Once the Rat King is controlled, whatever he wants to do will be too late. After the rat tide finishes with the lower third district, we can head north, and the Li Clan and Qing Clan will become sitting ducks."

The Genetic Warrior bowed slightly: "The Ancestor is wise."

Jindai Yuncang, hands behind his back, smiled as he looked at the city, piled with bones: "That Family Head figured out my identity earlier and can’t wait to make a move. But I want to let him know too; his grandfather’s skills aren’t limited to Shikigami. Let’s go, the Feng Junhua pollen’s effect is almost up. Let’s head back to the base. The latest will be in 72 hours, and everything will be revealed."

After speaking, the special squad escorted Jindai Yuncang back to the Fourth District.

They walked into a building and surprisingly pried open the elevator doors with their bare hands. Thirteen people descended along the elevator cable to an unknown underground depth, as if there was a hidden base there, where Jindai Yuncang had been hiding all along.

That’s how the Caramel Bar in the Fifth District was designed.

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Countdown to return: 26:59:21.

A brief moment of peace arrived in the lower third district.

Over these past few days, the lower third district experienced a total of 21 waves of rat tide; it’s no longer clear how many have died here.

Sometimes, the statistics haven’t even been completed before the next wave of rat tide arrives.

Everyone in the Parents’ Meeting is injured, and Xiao San is even wrapped in bandages around his arms, covered in blood, looking extremely haggard.

At first, people would cover the deceased’s bodies with white cloth, but now even the white cloth is gone, and even bedsheets aren’t enough.

Tragic.

Qing Chen led the 89th and 90th teams of the Time Traveler back behind the defense line.

"Sir!" a crisp voice called out.

Qing Chen looked up and softly said, "You came."

Qing Yi looked at Qing Chen’s gaunt figure, his eyes immediately reddening: "Sir, please come and rest behind the defense line."

"I’m fine." Qing Chen crossed the defense line, patting Qing Yi’s head: "Why did you cut your hair so short, it was much more lovable before."

Qing Yi was a bit embarrassed: "Li Ke said the watermelon head looks silly, he wanted me to cut it like his. Oh, by the way, I’ve gathered the Spy Bureau’s intelligence personnel from City No.10, and they are now holding the defense line, letting Xiao San and the others ease up a bit. I also went through the elevator shaft to see Lao Shen, but he said he doesn’t need to leave; you can’t find him, and so he can relax for a few days, now he’s drinking with candles every day. I also went to Qinghe University and brought out the school’s teachers and students, then I went to Hope Media, but it was already abandoned, I don’t know who took them."

As Qing Yi spoke, he felt a bit aggrieved. He hasn’t had a moment’s rest these last few days, always following Qing Chen’s plans. The tasks he completed took quite a while to recount.

Qing Chen leaned against the sandbag on the defense line and sat down: "You’ve worked hard."

With just these four words, Qing Yi felt all his efforts had been worthwhile.

At this moment, the lower third district’s defense line was already in ruins. Outside the line were piles of rat corpses like hills, as Qing Shuli commanded the family to drag the rat corpses inside the defense line, skinning, gutting, and cooking them.

Initially, the family was unwilling to eat them, feeling this thing was disgusting, but later they really couldn’t resist.

In the lower third district, it seemed every household was eating cheap protein bars and cheap vitamins and wasn’t cooking much for a month.

Originally, Xiao San wanted to collect cooking oil from the lower third district, to pour on the muddy grounds outside the defense line, and then use fire attacks to burn the rat tide.

But everyone searched for a while and couldn’t find much cooking oil, only enough to cover three or four segments of the defense line.

Throughout the lower third district, there were very few families that had more than seven days worth of food.

Later, the family started eating rats, and then they were surprised to find that although the rat meat was tough, it restored their strength quite quickly when eaten.

Zhang Mengchan and Chen Zhuoqu, among others, placed a large oil barrel over the fire, filled it with water, and was boiling rat soup.

At this time, Qing Yi said, "Sir, after you left the PCA Central Intelligence Agency, Shadow instructed me to move there. I first suppressed Jindai, then suppressed Deer Island... Who would have thought, I finally managed to deal with them, and then this group of Jindai bastards wiped out City No.10, isn’t this all in vain?"

Qing Chen sat behind the defense line, silently listening to Qing Yi recounting his recent experiences, speaking of youthful troubles.

As Qing Yi spoke, he suddenly noticed that the sir had fallen asleep.

It’s worth noting that Qing Chen was already a top-level Transcendent; the entire Federation now only had two remaining Demigods, Chen Yu and Uncle Li Dong.

Under these two, it was hard for anyone to defeat Qing Chen. Even if he couldn’t win, Qing Chen could escape.

A master like this, whose energy was absolutely abundant, fell asleep unexpectedly.

"Sir is too tired," Qing Yi sighed: "Yang Xuyang, Qing Hua, carry sir into the tent."

Speaking, Qing Yi looked at Zhang Mengchan: "Are you the sir’s new disciple? Call me Senior Brother."

Zhang Mengchan hesitated, stammering: "I... I’m not yet."

Qing Yi raised his eyebrows: "You can do it."

Speaking, Qing Yi ran to the refugee crowd, helping the wounded bandage their injuries. He looked at the shocking sight in front of him, thinking that he had lived in a greenhouse before.

Each wave of rat tide was more intense than the last.

Qing Yi didn’t know whether the lower third district could still be defended if Jindai Chika controlled the rat tide.

Those in the know understood that the real battle hadn’t arrived yet.

Two hours later, Qing Chen woke up.

As though his mind had a precise biological clock, allowing him only to sleep this long.

Seeing this, Qing Yi asked: "Sir, are you going to support those Time Travelers again?"

"I won’t go," Qing Chen said somberly, "I’ve looked through the shelter points, only 90 teams remain out of 99."

"Sir, you’ve tried your best," Qing Yi said.

Qing Chen shook his head; perhaps earlier, if they hadn’t gone to rescue the 600 refugees from the Fifth District, all the Time Travelers could have been saved.

But the question is, can life truly be so easy to choose?

He stood up and said, "Qing Yi, choose a team of trustworthy, skilled spies, get ready to go with me."

Qing Yi was stunned: "Sir, where are you going?"

"Kunlun hasn’t returned, which means they’ve been trapped," Qing Chen said gravely, today was supposed to be the agreed time for them to return to the lower third district’s defense line.

But the Kunlun members hadn’t returned.

These people went to die for a command from Qing Chen, and Qing Chen had to visit the Fifth District.

"Sir, what task did Kunlun receive?"

Qing Chen paused: "The most important task, to find the Rat King or Jindai Chika."

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