Catastrophe Containment Facility-Chapter 48 Attack

48: Chapter 48 Attack

48 -48 Attack

Uncle Gong sipped iced tea with frozen dumplings while explaining the basics of superpower users to Wen Wen.

After almost an hour, Wen Wen had taken several pages of notes.

Indeed, as a detective, Wen Wen’s note-taking speed was also very fast, pretty much on par with a stenographer’s level.

“Alright, that should be about it.

You’ve picked my brain clean, and now my stomach’s full of frozen food.”

Uncle Gong stood up, patting his belly with a sigh.

“Speaking of which, you young people never touch cigarettes or alcohol, and you only eat this kind of stuff.

You’re not really living, you know.”

“I see you enjoyed it quite well,” Wen Wen said with a raised eyebrow.

Later, he cooked Uncle Gong another pot of dumplings, which he also polished off.

“Cough, cough, I eat these at home too.

It’s just that I get a bit disappointed when I can’t eat anything delicious.

Anyway, enough talk.

I should be going.

If I stay any longer, you, the youngster, might not be pleased.”

Uncle Gong got dressed and prepared to leave.

Wen Wen wanted to say that he didn’t mind him staying, but he didn’t say it.

Making jokes and poking fun at others, he could speak fluently, but he seldom uttered words that revealed his true feelings.

“I’m very grateful for your teachings this time.

I owe you one.”

As Wen Wen saw Uncle Gong to the door, he spoke earnestly.

He rarely thanked anyone—being a former detective, Wen Wen was always on the receiving end of others’ gratitude.

“No need for thanks.

Since you became a freelance hunter, you’ve been quite active, and that’s relieved some of our pressure.”

“You might have noticed, our manpower is actually quite tight.

So even if you are just an outsider, a freelance hunter, as long as you can help, we don’t mind helping you grow stronger.

“However, if possible, I still hope you’d join us.

It’s not easy for us right now.”

After saying this, Uncle Gong turned and left while Wen Wen immediately went back inside to clean up the mess he had made in his room.

You reap what you sow, after all.

…

Walking alone on the street, Uncle Gong felt a bit sentimental.

They had been too busy at the Furong River branch recently, and coming to mentor Wen Wen was actually one of his more relaxing days.

As he had mentioned to Wen Wen earlier, the Hunter Association was under great pressure.

As long as they confirmed someone had no ill intentions towards the Association, they didn’t mind helping other superpower users become stronger.

Monsters or superpower users from secret organizations, in recent years these troublesome creatures had become increasingly numerous.

Suddenly, Uncle Gong stopped in his tracks.

Not a soul was to be seen on this road, the shops all had their doors and windows firmly shut, and the street was eerily silent.

This was clearly not normal.

There was a superpower user nearby, affecting the ordinary people around!

“Who’s there!”

Out of a narrow alley, a man in a black turtleneck overcoat emerged, standing opposite Uncle Gong.

“You are…

‘Profane Blood’s’ L.

We’ve been searching for you.

I didn’t expect you’d show up on your own,” Uncle Gong felt a rising sense of foreboding.

“You’ve been looking for me…

Well, I’ve been looking for you too.

Your abilities are a bit of a nuisance, they could interfere with my plans, so I think you’d better die,” L said expressionlessly.

“Are you so sure that you’ll take me down, rather than me capturing you?” Uncle Gong casually asked Mr.

L.

Mr.

L shook his head: “Yes, I’m quite confident.

You’re a veteran superpower user, far more experienced in combat than me, but you haven’t taken that final step.

The outcome of our fight was decided the moment I appeared here.”

Uncle Gong threw the butt of his cigarette down, which was then enveloped in flames: “How did you know I would show up here?”

“I’ve said enough…”

Mr.

L stopped talking and stretched out his hands, making a strange gesture.

His eyeballs rapidly swelled, becoming much larger than a goose egg.

Uncle Gong was just about to release a flame at him, but found he could no longer move!

It wasn’t a physical restraint but more like an intimidation, the intimidation of a superior hunter towards a weaker creature!

Immediately after, Mr.

L charged forward swiftly.

His hand slashed across Uncle Gong’s chest, leaving a long gash from which blood sprayed out!

Too shocked to react, Uncle Gong lay powerless on the ground.

It all happened too fast.

“Sorry, I attacked while still speaking.

Although you are in the Mastery Realm, I’d have a hard time dealing with your full power.”

A black curved blade sprung from Mr.

L’s arm, aimed straight at Uncle Gong’s throat, ready to cut down.

But at that moment, he saw Uncle Gong’s palm emitting a scorching red light, firing it directly at him and forming a massive column of fire!

As the pillar of fire dissipated, Mr.

L, wrapped in black energy, wore a grim expression.

His clothes were charred, and a blister formed on his left cheek – despite the surprise attack, he was still hit.

“Damn it, he’s still not unconscious.”

Mr.

L growled, and the curved blade on his arm stabbed down towards Uncle Gong’s throat.

This time, no matter what Uncle Gong did, he couldn’t stop him!

Suddenly, the clear sound of a bell rang out, and Mr.

L’s blade stopped above Uncle Gong’s throat.

Mr.

L clenched his teeth, ready to press the knife down.

Then the bell rang again, becoming much more urgent.

“Weren’t you the one who told me he was here?

Why won’t you let me finish him now?” Mr.

L stood up and said furiously.

However, no voice responded to him.

“Since you won’t let him die, I’ll spare him then.”

Mr.

L retracted his Arm Blade, his eyes returned to normal, and he disappeared into the night.

His blade was coated with a deadly poison.

Even if Uncle Gong didn’t die today, he would eventually succumb to the poison.

…

Wen Wen was tidying up his room when he suddenly saw a fire column soaring into the sky from the window.

He was momentarily stunned, then quickly got dressed and rushed in that direction.

Uncle Gong had come to investigate him, and the results should be favorable for Wen Wen, but if Uncle Gong was attacked and something happened on his way back, Wen Wen might become suspect to the Hunter Association!

By the time Wen Wen arrived, he could see Uncle Gong lying on the ground from afar.

He didn’t rush over to check the injuries but first called the Hunters Association.

He wasn’t sure if there were any enemies around; recklessly going out might result in an attack.

If an enemy could easily handle Uncle Gong, they could certainly handle him just as easily.

As it concerned the life and death of a Demon Hunter, the Hunters Association acted very quickly.

In less than ten minutes, Lin Zheyuan alighted from a car.

He first had a dozen Supporters cordon off the area, then he immediately began examining Uncle Gong’s injuries.

What relieved him somewhat was that Uncle Gong wasn’t dead yet, but the area around his wound had turned black, indicating that poison was on the weapon that injured Uncle Gong.

Wen Wen stepped out from the shadows and stood behind Lin Zheyuan.