Chapter 1376: Countdown

The moment he saw that terrifying, ferocious face, Yang Xiao couldn't help but tremble.

He instinctively wanted to scream in terror, but when his peripheral vision caught the familiar style of the black theatrical costume, he froze... He stared blankly at the pitch-black face that was peeling away like wall plaster, trying to find some familiar shadow upon it.

"Are you... Director Chen?"

Although the skin had turned shadow-black, Chen Ling's facial contours and features hadn't actually changed much. Someone familiar looking at him up close could still recognize him.

"Always having these messy dreams... Wake up quickly, you have more important things to do." The black-robed Chen Ling snorted coldly.

"Huh?" Yang Xiao looked blank.

"I... am dreaming?"

After Chen Ling pointed out that this was a dream, Yang Xiao's consciousness began to stir, as if rising from the deep sea, and everything around him became illusory and fragile.

Just as Chen Ling said, he really seemed to be dreaming... But if this was his own dream, how did Director Chen get in?

And, how did he become like this?

Yang Xiao's consciousness was rapidly detaching from the dream, and at the same time, the black-robed Chen Ling's voice echoed leisurely once more:

"60 seconds to countdown..."

Yang Xiao didn't understand what this meant. Chen Ling seemed to say something else afterward, but he could no longer hear it clearly...

He felt as if he had just broken through the surface of the sea, snapping awake from his stupor. His lungs instinctively heaved, and he began to cough violently, hacking all the seawater from his trachea out through his nose and mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Yang Xiao was now tightly bound to a metal chair, soaked to the bone as if someone had dumped a large bucket of seawater on him, nearly drowning him on the spot.

Opposite him, two U.S. soldiers casually tossed an empty bucket aside, coldly watching the waking Yang Xiao.

One pointed a gun at Yang Xiao's forehead, while the other asked grimly in English:

"Who sent you, and what is your mission?"

"...Where is this?"

Yang Xiao frowned, asking back in English.

The man with the gun darkened. "We are the ones asking the questions here."

As a gust of wind swept through, the ship rocked on the sea, and slight creaking sounds came from the deck above. Yang Xiao seemed to realize something, his gaze toward the two American soldiers becoming heavy.

Combining this with the fragmented memories before he lost consciousness, he had already guessed where he was...

"I don't know." He answered calmly.

“haha。”

The man with the gun seemed to lose patience, stepping forward, grabbing Yang Xiao by the hair, and jamming the muzzle hard against his forehead, roaring like a beast:

"My patience is limited! Tell me! Who are you?! What is your purpose here!!"

Foul-smelling saliva splattered onto Yang Xiao's cheek. He turned his head away in disgust, speaking calmly at the same time:

“40。”

“what？”

“39，38……”

The American soldier's brow furrowed tighter. He didn't know what this Oriental was raving about. Before he could say anything else, a roar of explosions came from outside, followed by a burst of rapid gunfire!

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—

"Enemy attack?!"

The other soldier spoke immediately, "You watch him, I'm going out to see what's happening."

He opened the door and rushed onto the deck, only to see the neighboring destroyer blown in half from the middle. Thick black smoke billowed up, and a large amount of artillery and deck debris scattered across the surrounding sea. Terrified figures were scrambling to jump into the sea to save their lives...

The next second, a black shadow descended from the sky.

BOOM—!!!

His speed was so fast that the American soldiers couldn't even see what happened. White waves dozens of meters high splashed between the two ships, and those figures trying to jump into the sea to escape were instantly shattered into blood mist...

By the time the scattered seawater fell back to the surface, the destroyer and all the soldiers on it had turned into floating fragments.

The churning waves nearly capsized the destroyer they were on. All the soldiers grabbed onto whatever they could to prevent sliding into the sea... Just as the soldier who had been interrogating him grabbed the railing to steady himself, a pitch-black figure slowly levitated from the sea.

The black theatrical robe fluttered in the wind, and those playful yet violent scarlet eyes were like the gaze of Satan descending upon the world.

“What the……hell……”

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—

The firepower from the surrounding destroyers swarmed toward this spot, like a sky full of light points surrounding the black-robed figure!

At this distance, standard missiles were ineffective; they could only use the close-in weapon systems on the destroyers. Over a dozen 20mm six-barreled guns fired bullets frantically, but how could weapons of this caliber inflict damage on the black-robed Chen Ling?

The black-robed Chen Ling didn't even dodge, braving the hail of bullets, turning into a black meteor that pierced directly through the hull of another destroyer. Violent fire erupted, and the massive destroyer, after being blown in half, began to disintegrate rapidly.

The black-robed Chen Ling had no intention of stopping. After that, he pierced through two more destroyers in succession. Balls of fire erupted into the sky above the sea, and accompanied by splashing deck and weapon debris, the entire sea area seemed to have turned into a living hell.

The soldier was completely dumbfounded. In his memory, the last person this fierce was that blonde woman in a movie who used her head to pierce an alien saucer...

In reality, could someone really use the power of one person to easily punch through so many destroyers?

What kind of monster is that??

Within just a few dozen seconds, only one ship remained of this vanguard destroyer fleet. Just as the many soldiers on board were in despair, the black-robed figure didn't choose to pierce through it as well, but instead chose to land slowly on the deck...

"Leave none alive." The black-robed Chen Ling said faintly.

WHOOSH—!

A boning knife shot out from his robes, instantly piercing the chest of an American soldier, then turning in the air like a flying sword. Fine centipede legs wiggled on the handle of the knife, easily breaking through the iron cabin, and in one go, it sliced off the heads of over a dozen more people!

The terrified heads rolled onto the ground like raindrops, making dull thuds. They died so horrifyingly and suddenly that their eyes were still staring toward the deck, their expressions filled with utter shock.

The black-robed Chen Ling walked calmly along the deck, the boning knife rapidly harvesting all life on this destroyer, like a grim reaper wielding his scythe.

He walked across the deck and pushed open the door to the lower cabin. At the same time, a voice came from inside:

“3……”

“2……”

“1。”

The moment the voice fell, the black-robed Chen Ling stood still, and the last soldier's head hit the ground.