This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 110 - Get to Serious Business

Chapter 110: Chapter 110 Get to Serious Business

Chen Ke let out a long sigh, feeling cold sweat all over his body. Synchronizing memories within the soul had brought him an immense mental strain.

Especially when the synchronization failed and the Divine Soul was ripped away, Chen Ke felt as though he was being torn in two.

He propped himself up with his hands on the ground, sweat dripping from his cheeks into the soil, and the screen before his eyes still displayed the spirit emitting a faint white halo.

Chen Ke tried to enter the memory again, the things around him had just begun to fade away when suddenly everything reverted back to normal.

A line of small text appeared in the corner of his eye,

“Insufficient Assassin experience required for memory synchronization.”

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Chen Ke sighed. Was the so-called Assassin experience really about engaging in assassinations and confrontations with other assassins?

It seemed that one couldn’t do something out of line in the soul’s memory, or the synchronization would be disconnected, wasting an opportunity to explore the truth.

Back in 2007, Hainerd had various dealings with Si’s consortium, and Chen Ke could have learned something from this.

He was annoyed with himself for acting recklessly in the memory sequence, but it was of no help now, although there would still be chances to continue exploring in the future.

Dawn was approaching, the sky slightly brightened, and on a distant clearing, the wreckage of a taxi had burnt down to its frame. Since there wasn’t much grass on the muddy ground, the fire hadn’t been very intense, leaving only blackened scars on the ground.

Luckily, this road was too remote, and it wasn’t the only route from Raffi Road to Gun Tie District, so surprisingly, no cars passed by, and no one called the police.

Chen Ke got up, patted the mud off himself. His suit and shirt collar were stained red with blood, his neck and collarbone looked as if they had been washed in blood.

Although the Assassin had reported his own death to Si’s consortium, if he did not return to the team for a long time, Si’s consortium would still have doubts.

But at least, for now, they wouldn’t send another Assassin.

Chen Ke wiped his fingerprints off the sniper rifle, then stuffed the gun into the hands of the headless Assassin’s corpse, though he couldn’t cover his footprints.

There were many things in this world that couldn’t be understood by common sense, perhaps these strange things constituted some sort of normalcy in this world.

Chen Ke had slowly become accustomed to a life watching the countdown. He felt like the second hand in a watch face, constantly running clockwise, ceaselessly chasing the hour and minute hands.

After some setbacks, Chen Ke hitched a ride in a private car after traveling a long distance and finally returned to his rented apartment at 7 a.m.

He tossed the handgun into the washbasin, turned on the faucet, and took off his blood-stained suit, tie, and shirt. He wanted to wash off the blood stains and mud from his clothes and carefully check his neck.

Hmm… as good as new, Chen Ke touched his Adam’s apple, satisfied. Recalling the ripping sensation brought on by the bullet grazing him, he still felt a lingering fear.

When he had revived a second time, he saw a prompt about the consumption of life. Each revival required the consumption of life equivalent to 30% of Chen Ke’s current life limit. That is, if his remaining life was not up to 30% of the limit, he truly wouldn’t have survived…

“Even with the ability to revive a second time, I can’t treat this ability as my trump card… Relying on it might lead to dying even faster…” Chen Ke thought with a shiver.

One can have a backup plan, but should not pin all hopes on it.

It was essential to always have a margin of safety, that was the real security – backup plans were the last resort to be used only when all else had failed.

Chen Ke looked at the bloodstains on his body, all from the sniper bullet that had grazed him, spraying blood from his neck down to his chest and abdomen.

Chen Ke frowned, it was really troublesome. Every fight meant ruining a set of clothes… After all, reality wasn’t like playing a game where you remain clean after a fight.

He took out his cell phone and dialed Lester, hesitating a bit before dialing. Who knew if the number Lester gave him was even real?

“Doot doot doot…”

“Doot doot doot…”

“Doot doot doot…”

Chen Ke impatiently tapped the edge of the washbasin with his fingers, looking at his bloodied self in the mirror.

“Chen Ke, I didn’t expect you to call,” Lester’s awkward voice modulator came through the receiver.

“I thought you would give me a fake number… Lester, does your suit store offer home service?” asked Chen Ke.

“Did you dirty that suit?” Lester countered.

“It’s got quite a bit of someone else’s blood on it. I don’t know how to wash suits. Can you get it cleaned by tonight?” Chen Ke said.

“Give me your address,” Lester responded briskly.

“And then, Lester, bring me a whole new set too, including shoes…” Chen Ke said.

“Um… I’ll get you a new set in the same size as last time, but it won’t be for free,” Lester chuckled.

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“How much?” asked Chen Ke.

“Four thousand five hundred union coins, including the socks and shoes,” Lester replied.

“I’ll pay in cash when your guy arrives. My address is…” Chen Ke pinched his nose.

“Understood. Don’t get held up tonight, Chen Ke,” Lester said, ending the call with a laugh.

Around 8 p.m., Lester’s associate arrived at Chen Ke’s apartment, a young man in a blue uniform with a blue cap.

Seeing the blood-soaked clothes, the young man looked a bit nervous. He collected the clothes, placed the new suit on the table, and then hastily ran off without saying a word.

Chen Ke shook his head, took off his robe, neatly dressed in the new suit, and pocketed a gun, wallet, Holy Diamond, and phone.

Just then, Pihom called.

“It’s time, Chen Ke. We’re going to scope out Pulito Bank today. Can you make it to the gun store by 9?” Pihom said.

Chen Ke had no reason to refuse, as this was the real deal.

After hanging up, he sprinted downstairs, and fifteen minutes later, Chen Ke was in the safe house.

Lucina and Hall were asleep on the sofa, with the TV screen displaying the PS3 fighting game “Tekken 5: Dark Resurrection.”

“They’ve been playing Tekken all night. Hall hardly won a game,” Pihom said with a resigned shrug.

“I heard they’re going to set up the getaway vehicle and route,” Chen Ke said.

“Lucina will scout for cars tonight. Hall is familiar with Opportunity City; he’ll figure something out himself,” Pihom said.

The two exited the gun store. Pihom wore a jacket and a cowboy hat today, looking like an old western cowboy, and drove his beloved red Ford pickup out of the garage.

“Come on, Chen. Let me take you for a ride. Seriously, you should really consider getting a car,” Pihom said as he opened the passenger door, inviting Chen Ke to get in.

“If it becomes necessary, I’ll think about it,” Chen Ke said, buckling his seatbelt as he took his seat. The two headed towards Pulito Bank in the Holy Oak District.