Right on Target

"Ding-"

Su Heting opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a bench at the intersection.

It was dark at this time, and it was raining incessantly. There were very few pedestrians on the road, all of them were holding umbrellas, and he was the only one in the rain. Su Heting quickly scanned around, but did not see the figure of the eldest sister.

"Ding-"

The voice came from his trouser pocket.

Su Heting reached out and took out a mobile phone from his trouser pocket. This phone looks old, like an antique. He pressed the worn key and saw two text messages.

[Take bus No. 97 at 21:00, and follow a man wearing cross star earrings. 】

[Kill him where no one is paying attention. 】

With nimble fingers, Su Heting quickly typed and replied.

[I want to fart. 】

[Disconnect my brain-computer connection, immediately. 】

A second later, the text message returned to Su Heting.

[The bus will arrive at the stop in 30 seconds, if you don't kill him, you will die. Friendly reminder, he is the investigation system of the penalty area, nicknamed "Inspector", who is looking for undercover agents like you, and kills the ones he finds. 】

[If you kill him, mom will give you two hundred thousand. 】

[Pocket money. 】

Su Heting was in an extremely bad mood, the bus just arrived and opened the door in front of him. He stared at the door for two seconds, got up and got in the car.

The bus is unmanned, the seats are empty, and there are four or five people here and there. Su Heting threw the coins in his pocket and walked towards the back, passing by passengers who did not wear earrings. He continued to walk back and saw a person sitting in the last window seat.

The light in the car was very poor on a rainy night, and Su Heting was the first to notice the opponent's hand.

His hands were fair and slender, and his nails were well-groomed. The pure black pen rests on his tiger's mouth, like a sheathed long knife placed on the sacrificial rack.

Su Heting sat down, separated by three empty seats.

He was wearing a shirt and a loose tie. There is a cross star earring on the right ear, and the pendant chain is fastened on the ear bone. He has fair skin, broad shoulders and narrow waist. He was looking out the window, as if he didn't notice that Su Heting sat down.

"Ding-"

Fucking texts linger.

[After sunset is the time for massacre in the penalty area, you know better than me, right? 】

Not sure.

Su Heting pressed the text message and put his hands in his pockets. With only his eyes visible behind his pulled-up collar and his damp hair matted, he looked like a stray cat.

The eldest sister didn't know that Su Heting had a secret. He lost part of his memory in the big bang, and he couldn't remember everything about the punishment zone, the alliance of the main gods, and the time-limited hunting, but he couldn't let the eldest sister notice the clues.

Because his body is still in the hands of the elder sister.

The rain outside the window became more and more urgent, but there were no street lights on both sides of the road. Su Heting glanced out of the window from the corner of his eye, and could see the buildings flashing by. Those buildings are hidden in the dark, not a single light is on. Time seems to have entered midnight, and the outline of the building looks more and more like an indescribable colossus. They crawl around, making the lights of the bus stand out.

"vomit-"

The passenger in front became motion sick and vomited in the aisle.

Su Heting shook his cat's ears, and heard the sound of metal rubbing against the ground amidst the noise.

Hey.

He had a bad feeling.

Don't make any plots beyond his understanding—

At this moment, the bus jolted violently. Su Heting reached out to stabilize his body, remembering that the inspector was on the side, so he resisted the urge to jump up.

But the bus had already changed lanes, the front of the bus was forcibly tilted, the tires rubbed against the ground with harsh noises, and the entire body of the bus was tilted to the left. Before the unlucky passenger with motion sickness had time to straighten his body, he was thrown to the left by the force of inertia, and then slammed into the seat hard, uttering a heart-piercing cry.

In the next second, the window on the left side exploded, and shards of glass flew out. Su Heting raised his arm to cover it, and heard the screams of several passengers in front of him. Immediately afterwards, the bus seemed to have fallen into a drum washing machine, violently bumped while spinning, and then slammed into a telephone booth on the side of the road.

The glass door of the phone booth also popped open.

"…go home…"

Accompanied by a strange voice, a hand came in through the broken window.

"Back..."

That hand was too soft, crawling inward along the seat, the arm stretched out like plasticine. The scream of the passenger who was injured just now was changed, and he was hugged tightly by the arm before he climbed more than one meter on the seat.

"go home…"

This time the voice was closer.

Su Heting turned his head quickly, and saw a **** "woman" lying on the window on his right. Its hair was disheveled, its face was as pale as paper, and it wept quietly.

Su Heting was still hugging the back of the seat in front of him, sitting in his own seat, pretending to be a passerby.

The "woman" slammed her head against the glass window, ignoring the desperate struggle of the captured passenger, and dragged the passenger out of the car. The passenger made a short cry for help, but the "woman" bumped her head frantically in the direction of Su Heting amidst the cry for help.

The car window shattered after a few blows, and Su Heting saw its head sticking out of the car window, and its lips were moving.

"Ding ding ding—"

Text messages came in densely, but Su Heting didn't have time to read them. The "woman" stretched her neck, her face was already in front of her eyes, and he couldn't pretend anymore.

What a mission!

At the same time, gunshots suddenly sounded from the side of Su Heting. The bullet slammed into the "woman"'s head, and the "woman" couldn't open her mouth, so she could only let out a dull cry of pain from her chest. It shook its head in pain and slammed against the seat back. In order to pull its head out of the car window, several narrow, long and sharp metal legs protruded from its thick long hair, kicking against the outer wall of the bus, making a sharp noise of "stinging".

However, it was shot in the head without exploding, and a viscous liquid wrapped the bullet, spitting the bullet from its temple to the ground.

Su Heting tightened his collar, and was dragged to the left by the silent inspector. The bodies of the two intertwined in an instant, and Su Heting clearly saw the cross star earrings flashing silver light in the dark and cramped space, and then rushed towards the car window like a cannonball.

The "woman" had just pulled out her head and was frantically smashing the bus with her bladed legs.

The inspector hung his arm on the back of the seat, moved neatly, and flipped out of the window. The wind blows his hair away, revealing a pair of cold eyes. In a blink of an eye, he had already bent his knee and slammed into the monster's side neck. The accumulated power was unimaginable, and the monster was knocked to the ground with a "bang", splashing countless mud flowers.

The torrential rain fell on the inspector with a "crackling" sound. He raised his hand and shot at the monster with a blank expression. The rain dripped over his eyebrows and eyes, but his eyes did not blink. A series of gunshots were very loud in the dark night.

When the gunfire stopped, a very severe sense of terror began to spread.

"Night travel—" the passenger who escaped from death didn't finish his sentence, and turned his face in the direction of Su Heting, and uttered a short syllable, "Hey!"

As soon as he said it, Su Heting tilted his head suddenly, and a blade-like sharp foot smashed through the window, brushing his cheek from behind, and the glass shards splashed all over the place.

Su Heting grabbed the sharp foot, and suddenly exerted force on his arm. The glass of the rear car was shattered more thoroughly, and the monster was dragged into the car, smashed into the bus seat, and immediately let out a mournful roar.

Su Heting touched the side of his neck, where it was scratched a little by broken glass. He had lingering fears: "It's so scary, you."

With his stroking, the side neck was dyed red.

Su Heting spread the hand that was holding the bladed foot just now, and saw that the cut wound was bleeding, which made his mood worse.

He's going to hurt here, like he's playing, the pain here is turned up.

Su Heting's heart beat faster, and he felt some kind of stimulating signal bombarding in his head, like the moment when the tail was connected to the Colosseum. Blood trickled down the back of his hand, staining his cuff. He clenched his fists and then loosened them, continuing to be excited amidst his unhappiness.

"Hi." He wanted to say something.

But the stimuli overwhelmed him.

"Ding-"

This text message notification sounded suddenly, interrupting Su Heting's rising excitement.

[Run. 】

The big sister's message is concise and to the point.

The explosion outside the bus exploded collectively, and the glass of the shops along the street shattered neatly. The car body was overturned by the airflow, and the telephone booth on the side of the road was overwhelmed and immediately fell to the ground. Su Heting was also knocked over between the seats, and his back was scratched with burning pain.

After a while, gunpowder smoke filled the air, leaving only the sound of rain.

Su Heting threw away the broken glass and dust with his hands, climbed out from between the seats, and jumped out of the scrapped bus.

The monster's entire back was covered in flames, and its hair was also burned. Su Heting pulled down the zipper and saw that the inspector's body had been engulfed in flames, and there was no possibility of him surviving. His pen was still on the ground.

Su Heting squatted down, the dark figure and the burning monster at the side formed a paradoxical picture, he seemed to be the only survivor in this dead city.

[The inspector is dead, pay money. 】

The eldest sister replied very slowly this time: [You didn't kill it, boy. Don't stay where you are. 】

Su Heting saw the time on the phone, and it was an hour before he went offline.

For some reason, Su Heting hates the penalty area. He has a kind of fear of the "Alliance of Gods", an unspeakable fear. He was standing in the rain at the moment, it was dark, and there were no lights around him, but he felt that he was standing under the spotlight.

[The mission is over, disconnect my brain-computer connection. 】

When Su Heting was typing, blood was all over the phone, and the rain stained the screen. When he wiped it, the screen became even dirtier.

[There is still one hour of experience time, go to this address. 】

【This is your home in the penalty area. 】

[Must arrive within one hour. 】

The word "home" was just covered in blood, Su Heting let go of his fingers, and threw the phone into the fire: "Don't order me."

***

The address given by the eldest sister was a little far away, and Su Heting walked in the rain with his hood on. The tip of his tail could be used as a street lamp, but he didn't want to be exposed in the dark, so he crossed the wide and deserted road like a ghost. He tried to recall something through the outlines of these buildings, but they were too dark, like nightmare phantoms.

That false home was located in a certain villa area, and Su Heting was already drenched when he arrived at the door. He saw a unique wooden sign hanging on the iron gate, with "Su" written on it.

Su Heting whistled softly, and pushed open the iron gate. He passed the small garden, stood under the eaves of the door and held the doorknob. On a whim, he said cheerfully, "I'm back."

Unexpectedly, the lights in the house flickered on, and the door opened from the inside.

The inspector, who had been confirmed dead not long ago, was standing in the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking some of the light. He raised his cold and thin eyelids, and looked down at Su Heting.

"Ding-"

The phone has been thrown away, but the annoying SMS notification tone keeps ringing.

Su Heting felt the mortal danger, the excitement of being interrupted on the bus soared instantly, and the warning sound in his head blared wildly.

The inspector looked at Su Heting and said indifferently.

"welcome."