CHAPTER 100: CHAPTER 100 BISHOP

Li Ang lowered his eyelids. Although he had a premonition, hearing this answer still stirred waves within him.

From Xu Tuoan, who had been dead for more than a decade in Longheng Square, to the drug den in Malawi City, Philippines, the ’System’ of the killing game seemed to be deliberately leading Li Ang to establish contact with the so-called Datura organization.

The feeling of being led by the nose was not good, not good at all.

To Santos, Li Ang’s expressionless face seemed like hesitation before a killing spree.

The brother of the rebel leader hastily said, "Everything I told you is true; I didn’t lie to you! See this test tube in my hand? It’s filled with ’Datura 3,’ which only members of the organization are qualified to use. Not only does it make the user feel like they’re in heaven, but it also grants them all sorts of unimaginable special abilities! Like a superhero. And, aren’t you a S.W.A.T. operator? If you agree to keep me alive, I will surely recommend an elite combatant like you to the organization. With the credit from this successful raid on the apartment, you’ll certainly get promoted within the Philippine system. Combined with the Datura organization’s resource network, in three years—no, one year—you could become a high official in Malawi City. You could even go further, making a name for yourself in South Lanao Province and even throughout the Philippines."

Li Ang neither confirmed nor denied this, instead bowing his head to ponder the information Santos had revealed.

Santos was just a low-level peripheral member responsible for odd jobs. His status in the Datura organization was too low for him to know their purpose for globally producing and selling special compounds.

Nor did Li Ang himself wish to make contact with the Datura organization.

This secretive organization, formed by apex elites and local power leaders, was trying to spread special compounds around the world. Whatever their purpose, it certainly wasn’t for the great unity of the world’s people or the advancement of human civilization towards the Starry Ocean. More likely, it all boiled down to the same old predatory behavior. In any case, it was best to toss this hot potato to the Special Affairs Bureau. If the sky fell, the Special Affairs Bureau would be there to hold it up.

"So, how do I get in touch with them?" Li Ang asked in a deep voice, "Do you have contact information for other members within the Datura organization?"

"This..." Santos stammered, "if the organization needs you, they will naturally contact you. As for other members... I’m not yet at a level where I can attend organizational meetings, so I haven’t seen many members’ true faces."

Just as I thought. Santos could talk a big game, but in the end, he was just a disposable tool for their dirty work. No, perhaps he wasn’t even considered a tool. In the eyes of those elites, he was probably about as valuable as a piece of toilet paper.

Santos looked at Li Ang with a sycophantic gaze.

Suddenly, the floor gave an almost imperceptible tremble.

Li Ang instinctively crouched, only to realize it wasn’t just the floor shaking—the entire building, the entire city, was trembling.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—

The sound of distant artillery fire carried clearly.

Outside the city, the war initiated by the rebels had begun.

Li Ang calmly glanced at Santos and said indifferently, "It seems your brother doesn’t hold you in as high regard as you thought."

Santos listened to the sound of the guns in disbelief, his eyes, bloodshot and wide with shock. "Wait! This can’t be! I’m still in the city! My brother wouldn’t start a war!"

Li Ang shook his head and snapped the man’s neck.

An expression of fright and unwillingness lingered on Santos’ face. Li Ang casually took the so-called ’Datura 3’—a test tube filled with deep green liquid—from his hand.

Accompanied by the distant thunder of artillery, Li Ang stepped outside with four S.W.A.T. members, listening to the gunfire coming from outside the city.

Brother Shield said bitterly, "We... failed."

Despite the heavy price paid and the loss of so many brothers, the war still hadn’t been prevented. Once the cannons roared, no amount of brotherhood could stop it.

The thirst for wealth and the desire for power would only spur on the various military leaders within the rebel forces, goading and pushing their ’leader,’ Cruz Aquino, to continue the war of rebellion until it inevitably ran aground.

The four operators felt utter despair, but Li Ang shook his head. "Don’t overthink it. You guys go downstairs first and take our injured companions to the hospital."

"What about you?" Brother Shield asked subconsciously.

"I’ll clear the safehouse and be down shortly."

Trusting their comrade, the four operators went downstairs to tend to their injured colleagues, while Li Ang returned to the safehouse, searching meticulously.

Li Ang plundered Tama Riyadi’s treasures. Finding a small portion of Datura 2 samples, weapons, ammunition, antiques, cultural relics, cash, gold bars in the safe, and the process flow diagrams for the compounds, he felt the search was mostly complete. He then returned to the living room to look down at the gang leader.

Tama Riyadi possessed a tenacious vitality. Despite having all his limbs severed and lying in a pool of blood, he still clung to a thread of consciousness.

Seemingly sensing Li Ang standing before him, he struggled to open his eyes, which were filled with a desperate will to live.

"Save... save me. I... I don’t want to die..."

Li Ang shook his head. "Who does?" With that, he stomped on the man’s neck.

[Eliminate gang leader Tama Riyadi 1/1]

[Eliminate 100 gang members 100/100]

[Script Mission: ’The Foolish Husband in the Dangerous Building’ completed. Teleportation in five minutes. Immediate teleportation available.]

[Calculating rewards...]

Li Ang lifted his military boot, took high-purity alcohol from his backpack, sprinkled it liberally around the room, and ignited it with a lighter.

Five minutes later, Li Ang stood by the warehouse window on the ninth floor. Watching the S.W.A.T. tactical team withdraw from the apartment building, he vanished.

A few minutes later, two armed helicopters roared over, circling above the apartment building.

Two teams of fully armed combatants, their faces obscured by masks that concealed their nationality and skin color, descended from the helicopters via fast ropes, quickly reaching Tama Riyadi’s safehouse.

Without even glancing at Tama Riyadi or Santos, they searched the safehouse, then one picked up a radio and said, "All batches of Datura 2 were destroyed by gasoline fire. No residual special energy fluctuations detected."

After a long silence, the voice on the radio replied, "Understood. Withdraw."

"Yes."

The armed personnel quietly withdrew from the apartment building and boarded the helicopters. Throughout the operation, they maintained an eerie silence and displayed unnerving discipline.

「Far away, outside Malawi City, inside a military tent,」

A figure shrouded in black robes put down a radio and said to Cruz Aquino, "Have your troops retreat. There’s nothing we want in Malawi City anymore."

Cruz Aquino, in military uniform, clenched his teeth and fists tightly, the scar snaking across his face twitched. "What about my brother?"

"He’s dead," the robed figure stated calmly.

"What?!"

Cruz glared at the figure, his aura thick with murderous intent. "You promised me, if I attacked first..."

"I never made you any promises."

The robed figure cut the Military Warlord off. "Just do what you’re supposed to do, soldier," he stated coldly.

Cruz Aquino’s teeth ground together harshly. After a long moment, he bowed his head. "As you command, Lord Bishop," he said, his voice strained.