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Mo Jiang quickly left the building and walked to the main road. Soon after, his phone rang.
It was Aiden on the phone.
As soon as the call connected, Aiden told Mojiang some news.
"An unidentified force attacked Golden Wind, and Sun Ke and Roland were shot."
93. Stop pretending, let's start killing!
When Mo Jiang rushed back to Sun Ke's hotel, the ground was littered with corpses.
Fortunately, most of the dead were not members of Golden Wind; judging from their clothing and appearance, they were mostly the finishers.
Mo Jiang didn't observe much and quickly followed the members of Golden Wind into a hall.
The room was filled with cries of pain and screams as doctors performed surgery on the wounded to remove the bullets and tried their best to save the lives of the seriously injured.
As doctors in Chicago, everyone has considerable experience dealing with gunshot wounds.
Although they are unlicensed doctors without proper licenses or whose qualifications have been revoked, this very fact means that their skills are, in some ways, better than their counterparts in hospitals.
If your skills aren't up to par, you won't make any money in this industry.
Some members can still be saved, while others, though not yet dead, are beyond saving, and doctors are discussing with their families whether to grant euthanasia.
This includes Sun Ke and Roland.
The cries of Sun Ke and Roland's parents, the screams of the wounded, and the cries of children further away, terrified by the gunfire, washed over Mo Jiang's senses like waves.
"Shut up, everyone!"
The sound wasn't loud, but it rang in everyone's ears, causing everyone to instinctively stop crying and screaming.
Mo Jiang extended his right hand, his lips barely moving, "HEAL"
In an instant, pure white, soft, and non-glaring light illuminated the entire room.
Under this light, everyone's expressions gradually relaxed, the injured felt the pain rapidly diminishing, and their wounds healing at a visible speed.
Even some people who were shot, with the bullet still inside their bodies, actually had the bullet squeezed out due to the healing of their flesh.
No surgery or incision was needed at all; under that sacred, pure white light, all the pain vanished.
The injured recovered almost completely within a minute, and they stared in astonishment at the figure radiating light standing in the center of the hall.
Sacred and inviolable.
But the light did not disappear, and the figure did not look at the injured, but at those who, to onlookers, were almost no different from dead.
What does he want to do?
A thought suddenly popped into my mind, an absolutely insane thought.
He... no, it was [He] who wanted to banish death?!
People even subconsciously held their breath, afraid that their breathing would disturb Mojiang.
The holy light continued to release its power, and under Mo Jiang's will, the light began to envelop the seriously wounded, healing their wounds and squeezing out bullets.
Even her pale complexion, which had been due to excessive blood loss, regained its rosy hue.
The treatment of the seriously injured takes a little longer than that of the other injured, but only by a few tens of seconds.
Mo Jiang realized that for the Holy Light, healing, or rather repairing the body, might only be a matter of size.
As long as one is not dead, then the ability to restore the body to normal functioning is restored.
Three minutes later, Mo Jiang withdrew the holy light, his face turning somewhat pale.
This extensive treatment over three minutes quickly depleted his mental energy.
Compared to internal energy, if mental energy is consumed too quickly, the body will always show some signs to remind its master.
Sun Ke and Roland looked as if they had seen a ghost. They had been seriously injured, but they were still conscious and had not fainted.
So when the holy light appeared, their bodies were healed, and their spirits were restored, allowing them to watch the entire scene of their leader cosplaying Jesus.
"Sun Ke, take some men and maintain order."
Mo Jiang had no intention of giving his underlings any rest time. After seeing that his two underlings had come back to life, he immediately started assigning them work.
Watching Mo Jiang leave with Aiden, Sun Ke pressed the bridge of his nose, temporarily putting aside the matter of his boss shining, and began to greet the other members.
He understood the meaning behind Mo Jiang's words: before Mo Jiang returned, no one here, no matter who, was allowed to leave.
……
The hotel rooftop.
"What you just did was..." Aiden hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Was it magic? Or what you call 'kung fu'?"
The scene just now directly impacted Aiden's worldview.
"There are some special methods that I don't quite understand either, but I'll explain them to you later."
Mo Jiang scratched the back of his head, unsure how to explain his own divine aura.
That scene was entirely instinctive; the thought that I didn't want Sun Ke and the others to die arose in my mind, and then my body did it subconsciously.
Before this, he had no idea that the healing power of the Holy Light would be so great.
Rather than healing, the effect of Holy Light is more like repair, restoring the body to its original state, and the cost depends on the degree of damage to the body.
Because it was a bullet wound, it was, in some ways, easier to treat than a cut on the stomach from a sword.
Because the degree of damage is extremely low.
But Mo Jiang wasn't in the mood for detailed explanations at this moment. Instead, he asked, "What's the deal with those cleanup crew? What happened?"
“When I called you earlier, I found that the signal was blocked. At the same time, the ctOS system reported that a large number of unidentified armed personnel were gathering in the Golden Wind area.”
"After sending a message to Sun Ke, I rushed over and then engaged in a firefight with the cleanup crew."
As he recounted the events of that time, Aiden took out his phone and searched through the ctOS system. Having left a backdoor, he knew that what had happened in the city could not be kept secret from him.
Even information that is deeply hidden can be found if he is willing to spend the time.
Aiden then asked, "What's your opinion on this?"
This is Mo Jiang's territory. The attack on Golden Wind by the finishers must be related to Mo Jiang himself.
"It could be a military prototype, or it could be that other gangs are unhappy with our gradual expansion..."
Mo Jiang has many things going on, and each one could potentially attract an attack, so he has no intention of figuring them out one by one.
"I'm going to kill someone."
He stated his intentions bluntly, meeting Aiden's gaze without a trace of compromise or concession: "The masterminds and participants of this incident, those who knew but failed to report it, those who stood by and helped the cleanup crew... they all must die!"
"Are you going to stop me, or are you going to help me?"
“I’m not choosing either.” Aiden took a step back and tossed a cell phone to Mo Jiang. “As long as you don’t harm ordinary citizens, this is none of my business. This phone contains the background program of the ctOS system, which can give you some technical assistance. I won’t get involved in tonight’s events.”
Mo Jiang took the phone, nodded, and made a promise to Aiden's request.
"None of the killings tonight will happen on the streets."
After saying that, he jumped off the roof, lightly tapping the wall with his toes to slow down, and fell to the first floor in less than ten seconds.
Then Mo Jiang's figure transformed into a shadowy shadow and rushed towards the location of the gun shop.
There are many places to investigate tonight, so let's start with the boss.
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Author's Note: Thank you to [A Certain Magical Starship], [Reader 1737311856], [Seaside], [Darkness], and [Non-White] for their generous donations.
94. Blood is flowing, leave no one alive! (曰=易翅亻尔伞邻)俬蹴旗si)
"Shoot, shoot!"
"Where did he go? Turn on the lights!"
"what!!!!!"
……
Sandy Heller was running away, fleeing without looking back, not daring to stop for a moment.
Even though his legs were starting to cramp and he was completely exhausted, he still dared not stop or run toward the road with light.
Three minutes earlier, he had tried to run into the street, which resulted in the permanent loss of one of his arms.
He has already sent a signal; just hold on a little longer, and he will receive support.
The demons behind you will also be blocked...
...?
Before the thought had even finished, Heller felt a chill on his legs and then lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Mo Jiang emerged from the shadows, exuding a heavy stench of blood.
Gun shop owner Heller knew that all his men had been killed by this demon.
With the Broken Sword Yao Guang in one hand and Special Forces 1911 in the other, Mo Jiang stepped directly onto Heller's chest.
"Tell me the clues I need."
Mo Jiang didn't know if Heller was involved in the attack on Golden Wind, but the fact that Heller immediately ordered his men to open fire when he saw Mo Jiang showed that Heller was also involved.
"You...you can't kill me...I am..."
Before he could finish speaking, a flash of silver light appeared, and Heller's head, with a look of terror on his face, slowly separated from his body.
"Too much nonsense."
A cell phone was found on Heller, and unsurprisingly, it had a password screensaver. Mo Jiang was too lazy to guess what the password was.
He took out the phone Aiden had given him and started looking through the apps, searching for the functions he needed.
Aiden not only left the ctOS system on his phone, but also specially programmed a user-friendly program.
It's a bit difficult to use for attack and defense against other hackers, but unlocking phones, controlling traffic lights, or even detonating steam pipes is a piece of cake.
"We investigated all of their external communications over the past week and then identified their IP addresses."
A large number of red dots appeared on the map of Chicago, which were the signals that had communicated with this phone. At the same time, the ctOS system extracted the owner information of these numbers. If it was a gang leader or the like, it would automatically mark all the people in his entire faction.
In an instant, almost a third of the map of Chicago turned red.
"There's still quite a lot to deal with."
A third of the red dots is practically tantamount to making an enemy of the entire city of Chicago, or rather, of the United States as a whole.
To be an enemy of the most powerful country on Earth.
But Mo Jiang didn't care, he didn't care at all about the consequences of this incident.
Just then, his phone rang; it was Aiden calling.
This time, Aiden's voice was serious for the first time. "I received news that the cleanup crew has been dispatched and is heading in your direction. I have never seen so many cleanup crews before."
This is why Aiden broke his previous stance of "not getting involved" and contacted Mojiang.
The number of people deployed to clean up the mess this time was unprecedented.
That was already an army.
Mo Jiang's response was rather indifferent: "I know."
"By the way, do me a favor and mark out areas on the map that won't disturb others."
"What I mean is a place where you can use explosives and firearms to make loud noises without any restraint, and no one will be too curious to come and see."
Mo Jiang's words were devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if the troublesome aspect of dealing with a large number of clean-up crew members was merely finding a place where they wouldn't disturb others to fight.
Turning off his phone, Mo Jiang lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped a few times to the top of a house.
Chicago's nights are filled with lights, and light pollution makes only the moon have a significant presence in the night sky, while all the stars hide away.
He looked at the moon in the sky and let out a long sigh.
"I originally thought we would only get to this point at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Oh well, it's not that much different. Just consider it bad luck."