Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 144: Need to Increase the Strength a Bit More

Within an unassuming building on the edge of the city, teams of soldiers in grey military uniforms hurried to and fro.

Huo Qingyang pushed the door open and walked in, casting his gaze toward the young woman sitting in the office, her eyes covered with a black cloth.

"How’s the situation?"

The young woman shook her head without speaking and raised her hand to slowly place a chess piece on the grid-like chessboard in front of her.

Seeing no response from her, Huo Qingyang was in no hurry, picking up the warm water pot nearby, poured himself a cup of hot water, and sat down, sipping from the cup little by little.

After a while, Qiao Hongyi pushed the door open and asked, "Yaoqin, how is the situation?"

"Squads 101 to 109 are mostly intact, with only Squad 106 suffering significant casualties—two dead, one contaminated."

Huo Qingyang arched an eyebrow, "When I asked you just now, you didn’t speak. Playing favorites, huh?"

"What’s the use of telling you?"

The woman, known as Yaoqin, gave Huo Qingyang an exaggerated roll of her eyes through the black cloth.

"How is it useless, at least now I know, who’s the seedling in 106?"

"Jishan Book Society."

"Oh really?"

Huo Qingyang paused for a moment, then broke into a wide grin, "Book Society? The kind where men and women cuddle up with books and make eyes at each other? Who brought in this team?"

"Me."

Qiao Hongyi gave Huo Qingyang a cold look.

Huo Qingyang fell silent.

"How did each squad perform specifically?"

Qiao Hongyi looked away and continued to inquire.

Yaoqin raised her hand and unrolled a semi-transparent scroll in mid-air.

Nantong District Police Bureau Special Service Section 10.0

Binhai District Police Bureau Special Service Section 10.0

Customs Administration Emergency Response Team 9.5

Navy 2nd Yard Diving Club 7.5

Ink Green Qilin Army Boot Camp 10.0

Jishan Book Society Interest Group 5.5

Beiguo Academy Interest Group 6.5

Tianmen City Martial Arts Association 10.0

Qianjin Church Combat Team 10.0

......

"Tianmen City really is brimming with talent, isn’t it!"

Huo Qingyang couldn’t help but exclaim, "How come there are so many perfect scores?"

"Because the full score on the test is only out of ten,"

Yaoqin replied, "The current intensity of combat isn’t enough to push these squads to their full potential."

"Then why not ramp up the intensity?"

Huo Qingyang, always one to enjoy a spectacle, said, "These little brats have been having an easy time for two years, getting so arrogant they’ve forgotten their own surnames. If you don’t increase the pressure, they’ll soon stop taking the Special Service Bureau seriously."

Yaoqin couldn’t be bothered with him.

As the captain of the action team, Huo Qingyang was never responsible for the intellectual labor in the Special Service Bureau.

"Retract some of the forces."

Qiao Hongyi glanced at the chessboard in front of Yaoqin, "Retrieve the men from positions A4, A16, D12, E10; create an opening and let a batch through, see how much they can bite off. Also, hold off on moving Squads 101, 106, and 107 for now."

Huo Qingyang raised an eyebrow, "Isn’t 101 one of the squads with perfect scores?"

Squads 106 and 107 had low scores, and 106 had even been decimated, definitely unable to withstand a more difficult challenge.

But 101... if he remembered correctly, that was Qinghe Middle School’s seed.

"A disciple personally taught by Liu Zhihan, just a bit of intensity probably won’t show much."

Qiao Hongyi expressionlessly opened his notebook and wrote down a line of text: "Call back the Imperial Guard from there, and let them handle the remaining remnants."

Huo Qingyang cocked his head to look at Qiao Hongyi for a long while, then grinned and said, "You’re done for, you actually want to make life hard for her student, she’ll definitely settle this score with you."

"We’ll see when she successfully promotes to ’School Official’."

Qiao Hongyi remained unmoved.

...

Wang Yunxiao watched with wide eyes as the imposing bronze soldier statue easily slew a fallen angel with a couple of halberd strikes, then turned around without delay and disappeared into the dense fog.

Having done the deed, he leaves with his identity concealed.

So, this big brother is actually an assassin?

At that moment, the voice in his head sounded again.

"101 squad, your next mission is to eradicate the enemies in front of you, as well as clean up the battlefield."

Clean up the battlefield? Yay!

Wang Yunxiao originally thought his role this time was just to get a feel of a gun, experience the atmosphere of war, and probably wouldn’t have the chance to enter the battlefield to loot.

Looking at those things opposite him that didn’t resemble humans, those were treasures worth money!

But after a brief moment of ecstasy, he quickly cooled down.

No, how could there be such a pie-in-the-sky stroke of luck?

The premise of cleaning up the battlefield is to end the battle.

Right now, we don’t even know where we are, who is fighting who and for what reason, what the identity of the enemies in front of us is, what state they are in...

Without any intelligence, what standard do we use to judge that the battle has ended?

If we really wishfully go downstairs to loot the bodies, and suddenly the enemy respawns a squad of skeleton elites on your face, who are you going to reason with?

While Wang Yunxiao was still thinking, his brothers hadn’t heard the order from the big brother to cease fire. Seeing the bronze soldier statue leave, and the enemies hiding on the other side seemed to be stirring again, they each pulled the trigger.

Once the special bullets of the Liuyun Rifle are loaded and begin to corrode, they must be fired within thirty seconds; they couldn’t wait too long.

But what followed was a several seconds long gap of vulnerability.

No, this isn’t right!

A chill raced up Wang Yunxiao’s spine and he sharply sensed the risk involved.

The enemy opposite, were real adversaries, not some brainless electronic monsters.

"Watch out for their counter-attack!"

By the time he shouted this warning, it was already too late.

A lightning bolt flashing with a sinister green light covered the two-hundred-meter distance in a blink, passing through the broken window and slamming Wormwood, who was intent on loading his bullets, sending him flying.

His second shot also hit the target, but because of that, it drew the enemy’s attention.

In that instant, with the reflection of the green light, Wang Yunxiao almost had the illusion that he saw his body torn apart, blood splattering on the spot.

However, the searing pain that followed, transmitted from deep within his soul, made him involuntarily scream out.

Luckily, Garrison Soldiers in a Forming Array could share some of the damage, otherwise Wormwood might have been blown to smithereens on the spot by that terrifying and bizarre magic.

Even so, as the main recipient of the magic, his condition wasn’t much better. Everyone watched as he was struck and flew over a dozen meters away, slamming into a wall, nearly burned to a crisp.

"They’re coming over!"

Youtiao shouted out loud.

Wang Yunxiao poked his head out for a glance and saw several Bloodthirsty Hounds already at the building entrance beneath his feet, twisting their bodies and darting inside the building.

It seemed the enemy had made up their mind to devour their squad and then continue to flee.

"Looking for death!"

Wang Yunxiao drew his Swallow Wing Blade, his eyes cold: "Guozi, Eryang, follow me!"