r18novel Chapter 185, the most frank chapter, really struck a nerve with me.
Chapter 185, the most frank chapter, really struck a nerve with me.
Tokyo, Akihabara and surrounding areas.
After the troublemakers were physically deterred, what remained was pure and unrestrained joy.
Gu Nan, Xia Mi, and Ling, three girls with different backgrounds and personalities, have one thing in common—they are all rich.
Gu Nan's secret stash of money comes from the Qin Dynasty, backed by the Wu'an Jun Mansion. The antiques Xia Mi sold last time are enough for her to live on for a long time. Ling is a little rich girl from Russia.
As for Erii?
As the eldest daughter of the Snake-Headed Eight Family, she doesn't even need to pay for anything herself. As long as she glances at something, a sharp-eyed shop assistant or a Snake-Headed Eight Family member waiting in the distance will rush to pay for it.
Thus, a thoroughly enjoyable shopping experience officially began!
Akihabara, this holy land for otaku, was like a gateway to a new world for Erii.
A dazzling array of anime figurines, exquisite and gorgeous cosplay costumes, quirky and unusual electronic gadgets, and enticingly fragrant themed desserts...
Each shop is like a treasure chest full of surprises.
Erii's crimson eyes shone brightly at that moment, and she lingered like a curious little deer in front of every stall and shop window that interested her.
When she sees something she likes, she stops and points at it, or simply picks it up and examines it closely.
Xia Mi is the most enthusiastic "salesperson" and "straight man." Whatever Erii points to, she praises it and will even proactively recommend, "This series also has matching sets!" "That limited edition is even prettier!"
Ling acts more like a young lady from a wealthy family buying luxury goods; she nods and pays directly when she sees something she likes.
Occasionally, she would answer Erii's questions written on the board with concise language.
Gu Nan was also very interested in these novelties, especially the well-made cold weapon models and powerful mecha figures. She would hold them in her hands, weigh them, play with them, and make a few comments that were hard to understand.
She hadn't actually watched many anime during her lifetime, so seeing these kinds of things was like the blind men and the elephant.
Being an orphan, he could only play World of Warcraft by having his classmates take him to internet cafes.
The four of them swept through several large anime malls and specialty shops.
Erii's shopping list grew rapidly: a life-size Hatsune Miku figure, a complete Nezuko Kamado cosplay outfit from Demon Slayer, the latest game console and a bunch of game cartridges, various cute plush toys and keychains, and even a portable device and a five-meter-tall original Gundam...
She accepts almost anything that she finds interesting or visually appealing.
Payment?
Naturally, there are financial personnel from the Snake Clan who follow at a distance, responsible for cleaning up the mess, to handle it.
The air was filled with the sweet smell of popcorn, the electronic sound effects of the arcade, and the silent excitement of the girls (mainly Xia Mi) as they discovered new treasures.
This was probably the freest and happiest night Erii had ever experienced in her life.
However, the laughter and joy in Tokyo could not mask the gloom and crisis in Osaka.
Osaka, abandoned dock area, a hidden warehouse.
In stark contrast to the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere in Tokyo, Chu Zihang, Finger, and their companion Qingniao rushed to the suspected transit base in Osaka overnight based on the information obtained from the interrogation, only to find a scene of utter chaos and chilling devastation.
The building was empty.
The huge warehouse, or rather, the underground facility disguised as a warehouse, was already deserted.
Only the cold machines continued to hum, and the air was filled with the smells of disinfectant, formaldehyde, and a faint, nauseatingly sweet odor.
A large number of instruments and equipment were left at the scene—some were common medical or laboratory equipment, but many more were oddly shaped devices with unclear uses, flashing with a cold metallic luster or dim indicator lights.
Scattered documents, broken test tubes, and sample containers that couldn't be taken away were everywhere, showing the haste of the evacuation.
Even more shocking are the human tissue fragments carelessly discarded in corners or culture tanks.
Some still show the outlines of organs, while others are completely unrecognizable, soaking in murky liquid, silently telling the story of the inhuman experiments that were once conducted here.
The most direct threat comes from those Deadpools who were left behind.
Their attack power does not stem from physical means, but rather from a physiological level.
These Deadpools were somewhat different from those Chu Zihang and his companions had seen before.
Most of them present a bizarre snake-human form, with a thick snake tail covered in sticky scales as their lower body, and their upper limbs deformed into sharp claws. Their heads are twisted, retaining some human facial features but covered with fine snake scales, flicking their forked tongues and emitting threatening hissing sounds.
Others are even more bizarre, almost completely devoid of human form, resembling a crude patchwork of various biological features; some look like giant insects, others like bloated tumors.
The only thing they had in common was their pair of golden eyes that shone in the darkness, filled with pure bloodlust, and the madness and decaying aura unique to Deadpool that emanated from them, characteristic of out-of-control dragon-blooded creatures.
This is quite obvious; these are the scavengers, or rather, the "greeting gift," that the organization deliberately left behind during their withdrawal.
The intention was to eliminate potential pursuers and buy time.
Following closely behind Chu Zihang and his group, Genji arrived with the elites of the Snake Clan's Executive Bureau.
Without much exchange, the two sides immediately engaged in the battle to eliminate these dangerous creatures.
Chu Zihang's Murasame sword flashed fiercely, Fingel displayed combat skills that were completely different from his usual lazy demeanor, and Genji's Spider Cutter was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, efficiently reaping these twisted lives.
The battle lasted only a short time, and with everyone's combined efforts, the remaining Deadpools were quickly wiped out.
After clearing the battlefield, they began a thorough search of the facility.
The deeper we went, the more alarmed we became.
This place is far more than just a simple "transfer station" or "warehouse".
The remaining equipment, numerous fragments of experimental records, and clearly defined functional areas.
Judging from the isolation observation room, surgical preparation room, sample analysis room, and even the simple living area, this is clearly a fully functional and sizable underground gene laboratory!
Based on some fragments of records that were not completely destroyed and traces of the living area, it can be inferred that this place once detained and processed not only mixed-race Chinese who were abducted.
There are also people from all over the world, of different races and ethnicities!
Black people, white people, Southeast Asians...
It's like a pathetic racial exposition.
The scene was fresh and cluttered, with fast food containers, scattered personal belongings, and even a computer screen still displaying its screensaver...
Everything indicates that the evacuation here was very rushed, and happened not long ago.
But they clearly took away the most crucial experimental data, samples, and unprocessed materials.
"We're too late."
Chu Zihang put away the village rain and looked at the messy laboratory, his brows furrowed on his cold face.
"It's not just a matter of being a step too late,"
Genji kicked away a broken culture tank at his feet, spilling its murky liquid all over the floor. His face was extremely pale.
"The experiments they're conducting here... their purpose is definitely not simple. Mixing genes from different races and regions? Creating these... Deadpools? This goes beyond the scope of ordinary organ trafficking or black market organ trading."
Fingel squatted in front of a control panel, trying to recover data from a computer that had been abruptly powered off, muttering to himself:
"Damn it, those bastards ran fast, even in this state they still managed to destroy the hard drive..."
The bluebird cautiously surveyed its surroundings, checking for any clues they might have missed.
These are all things that must be reported to Lu Mingfei.
Tokyo's neon lights remain dazzling, and Erii's shopping spree continues.