NABC Chapter 97 All Fangs Collected
Chapter 97 All Fangs Collected
Chapter 97 All Fangs Collected
The loudspeaker downstairs was still repeating the order to "lay down your weapons," and the alternating red and blue flashing lights of the police cars cast an eerie shadow in everyone's hearts.
Looking out the window at the familiar police vans, Wang Yang's initial elation gradually faded, replaced by a deep sense of bewilderment.
"Brother Jiang—are we really going to go out?"
Zhao Yanzhi also came closer, the alloy recurve bow in his hand still trembling slightly: "If we get out, and they ask us where we got these weapons, or even about the dead—how are we going to explain that?"
Everyone looked at Jiang Ming.
In this team, Jiang Ming, as the strongest member, naturally has the highest say.
Jiang Ming stood there, his Silver Knight full armor, stained with dried blood and dark red bits of flesh, exuding a suffocating stench of blood.
He didn't answer, but just glanced down at the portable storage card on his wrist.
It was stuffed with smoked meat, mineral water, compressed biscuits, and all sorts of other odds and ends that had been scavenged along the way.
In another world, these are more precious than gold, they are life-saving treasures.
But in civilized society?
These are supplies that can be found everywhere.
"Old Wang, empty everything out."
"Huh?" Wang Yang was taken aback. "Pour what?"
"Dump all the food, water, and everything except weapons and equipment."
As Jiang Ming spoke, he made a thought.
Splash—
A huge pile of vacuum-packed smoked venison, dozens of bottles of mineral water, and chocolates and biscuits scavenged from the supermarket were instantly dumped on the dusty cement floor like garbage.
"Brother Jiang! This is something we've worked so hard for—" Li Bin said, pushing up his glasses with heartache.
"This is Earth."
Jiang Ming interrupted him, his tone devoid of any emotion, "There's a convenience store less than a few hundred meters from the school, and a large supermarket a few kilometers away. As long as you have money, you can buy these things."
After saying that, he began to unfasten the clasps on his armor.
Click.
The heavy metal arm guards were removed.
Next came the breastplate, leg armor, and boots.
As the metal parts landed one by one, the two-meter-tall steel knight disappeared, replaced by Jiang Ming, a college student with a slender figure and taut muscles, wearing a dry tracksuit.
He raised his hand and put the Silver Knight Full Armor, the Black Iron Horse-Slaying Sword, and the several High-Efficiency Acid Mines and Thermite Incendiary Bombs he had synthesized last night into his empty storage card.
After doing all this, he looked at the still somewhat bewildered crowd.
"What are you all standing there for!"
Jiang Ming glanced at the axe in Wang Yang's hand and the poisoned sword in Li Bin's hand, "Put all the equipment with attributes, whether they are white, blue or purple, into my storage card."
"Remember, from now on, we are just a group of terrified, unarmed ordinary students."
"Anyone who dares to reveal the existence of this card, or the fact that we possess supernatural powers—"
Jiang Ming paused, a cold glint more dangerous than a wild beast in his dark eyes flashing within them. "I wouldn't mind snapping the sheriff's neck before he fires his gun."
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
That familiar fear of being targeted by a top predator instantly overwhelmed any awe he felt for the sheriff.
Without saying a word, Wang Yang put his beloved battle axe into his storage card.
Li Bin quickly handed over the [Venomous Piercer] and [Shadow Walker Gloves].
Zhao Yanzhi was even more swift and decisive, not only handing over the alloy bow, but also carefully handing over the few precious [Armor-Piercing Mithril Arrows] from the quiver to Jiang Ming.
In just half a minute.
This team, which was originally armed to the teeth and capable of fighting against those orc scouts, instantly turned into a group of ragged and haggard survivors.
Only the indelible dark brown bloodstains on their clothes silently testify to the madness of the past few days.
"Brother Jiang, how do we explain the blood on our bodies?" Su Xiaoxiao asked timidly.
No explanation is needed.
Jiang Ming straightened his cuffs, covering the storage card pattern on his wrist. "A person who's scared out of their wits won't explain."
Just then.
Jiang Ming's extremely high [Perception] attribute detected a series of hurried and heavy footsteps.
That was the sound of standard combat boots stepping on concrete.
Their steps were rhythmic and well-coordinated, definitely not the hurried pace of students.
"They're here."
Jiang Ming said in a low voice, "Remember, no matter what happens, watch my eyes and do what I say. Don't speak, don't resist, and keep your fangs to yourselves."
The voice just fell.
boom!
The fire door to the workshop on the second floor of the training building was forcibly forced open.
Three blinding beams of light from the flashlights instantly shone on everyone's faces, making it impossible for them to open their eyes.
"Don't move! Police Department!"
"Hands behind your head! Face the wall! Immediately!"
Three sheriffs dressed in black combat uniforms, wearing riot helmets, and carrying transparent riot shields rushed in.
The dark muzzle of the gun immediately locked onto Jiang Ming and Wang Yang, who were standing at the front.
The strange feeling of having one's life or death in someone else's hands made Wang Yang instinctively reach for the axe on his back, but he found nothing.
The sudden sense of loss sent a chill down his spine, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! We're students!"
Zhao Yanzhi reacted the fastest, or rather, he was the most adept at this kind of opportunistic situation. He immediately raised his hands, his voice carrying just the right amount of trembling and sobbing.
Jiang Ming also slowly raised his hands.
His movements were slow and non-aggressive; the cold killing intent on his face vanished instantly, replaced by numbness and exhaustion.
With his "Iron Will," controlling his facial muscles is child's play for him.
The leading sheriff scanned the area warily.
Food packaging bags were scattered all over the ground.
A dozen or so students, dressed in rags and covered in blood.
And there was that strong, nauseating smell of blood in the air.
But he did not see any weapons.
There were no guns, no knives, only a few homemade weapons.
The sheriff's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but he still didn't lower the gun.
"Are you the only ones here?" the sheriff asked sternly.
"Yes—yes, sir." Li Bin pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses looking particularly helpless. "We'll just hide here—it's too scary out there—"
"Are you injured? Were you bitten?"
"No—just some scratches," Li Bin replied after looking around.
The sheriff nodded and said into the walkie-talkie, "Search completed in Zone C on the second floor. Fourteen survivors found. No armed personnel found. Repeat, no armed personnel found. Requesting instructions."
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