Chapter 14 : First Encounter with Blake

Meanwhile, on the first floor of the villa, Yuhui was having a “close encounter” with countless monsters.

With a lollipop in his mouth and a Beretta in each hand, he tried his best to keep his distance from the monsters.
The monsters, however, rushed at him regardless of casualties, like a suicide squad that had dedicated their lives.

Yuhui kicked over the dining table in the open-plan kitchen, using it to block the nearest monster, and then blew its head apart with a single shot.
The monster with its head blown through slowly fell.
Yuhui stepped over the corpse, treading on the filthy floor mixed with blood and brains, and returned to the living room once more.
He had to do his best to stop the monsters from going up the stairs.

But there was one piece of good news: he seemed to be a bigger attraction to them than the stairs.
The monsters all rushed towards him.
Maybe they were starving?

A few seconds later, Yuhui arrived at the door of the first-floor study.
He took out the last grenade he had on him, hooked his finger through the ring, and pulled the pin.
This time, he used a side-arm throw.

After throwing the grenade, he immediately entered the study and closed the door.
Hearing a loud explosion behind the door, he knew he could catch his breath for a few seconds.

Yuhui leaned against the door, raised his hands holding the guns, straightened all his fingers except his thumbs, and his gaze lingered on the metal prosthetic on his left ring finger for two seconds.
Perhaps it was because he hadn’t experienced anything so exciting for a long time that he hadn’t fully adapted and his body was a little tense; or perhaps he was a little tired, Yuhui found his body trembling slightly.
He raised one hand, brushed the bangs on his forehead with his forearm, wiping away the sweat, then turned and opened the door.

There were still a few living monsters near the door.
Yuhui raised his left hand, continuously pulling the trigger, taking their lives.
Then he ran, quickly rushing to the first-floor stairs, and when he was two meters away, he slid on his knees to the bottom of the stairs, at the same time raising his dual Berettas and continuing to pull the triggers at the monsters by the door and windows.
Gunfire flashed in the air, and furniture and walls were hit by bullets, sending wood chips and glass shards flying everywhere.

He raised the muzzles of his guns, watching the smoke dissipate from them.
There were no more moving monsters around.
Some monsters lay on the ground, still conscious and breathing, but unable to get up.

He continued to observe his surroundings.
After nearly a minute of silence, he confirmed that the first floor was clear.
Reloading his guns, Yuhui finished off the few monsters that were still breathing with a few more shots.

Yuhui took a step back from the stairs and placed his right hand on the handrail.
A chill traveled up the handrail to his hand.
He immediately lifted his right hand and found that the bottom of his palm and his little finger were frozen red.
The sudden low temperature had frostbitten his hand.

He immediately turned around and found that black ice, like tree roots, was climbing up the walls and stairs from upstairs at the speed of a rising tide, continuously extending and covering everything.
He moved his body to make way for the black ice.
The black ice reached the first floor and spread aimlessly.
Soon, a large area of the first floor’s floor, the devastated walls, and the various destroyed pieces of furniture were also covered in black ice.
Even the large puddles of liquid on the floor were enveloped by the black ice.

Yuhui recognized at a glance that this black ice was “Dirty Ice.”

Dirty Ice was a special substance that did not exist in nature and could not be created by artificial technology.
It was extremely hard.
It was said that it could not be melted and only existed in a solid state.
Only special psionic abilities or accidental magical reactions could summon Dirty Ice, and to this day, there was no ritual that could reliably summon it.

According to legend, the substance of Dirty Ice originated from the ability of an unknown angel.
This angel, a spirit of justice, walked the earth by God’s command, punishing evil and doing good, but was deceived and harmed by the devil, and was eventually dragged to hell and went mad.
The angel’s body and mind were polluted, and it degenerated into an evil spirit.
Even the eternal ice on its body, which symbolized sincerity, was stained black and became Dirty Ice.

The surrounding temperature began to drop rapidly.
Yuhui felt his body was about to freeze stiff.
He exhaled, and saw white mist drifting in front of him.

Creating and controlling Dirty Ice, creating a low-temperature environment, and Rachel’s ability to freeze rainwater into ice just now.
Now Yuhui could confirm that Rachel’s psionic ability was “Xeno-ice.”

Yuhui shivered.
He couldn’t go upstairs now, nor could he stay in this room full of Dirty Ice for too long.
Both the substance of Dirty Ice and the ability of “Xeno-ice” were extremely high-risk existences; they had immense destructive power.
Yuhui knew very well in his heart that he had to leave this room immediately.
He put away his pistols and turned to leave.

“Clap, clap, clap.”

Three claps came from not far away.
A tall, thin man in a red overcoat, Blake Morton, walked out from his hiding place.
He was carrying a small suitcase, and his blue eyes were fixed on Rachel.
This was the first time Rachel had confronted this wanted criminal at close range.

“I’ve always wondered, why is Dirty Ice called ‘Dirty Ice’? This substance is so beautiful and strong. Such a pure and singular existence, why is it associated with the word ‘dirty’?” Blake Morton’s gaze swept over Rachel’s beautiful cheeks and her curvy, sexy figure.
“And you, such a beautiful lady, why do you dress like a man?”

“That’s not important,” Rachel said.
“What’s important is that I’m going to arrest you now.”

“Wait a minute,” Blake said.
“I have a hostage.”

Rachel was stunned.
“Is she still alive?”

“Of course…” Blake first showed a smug smile, then the smile froze, and he scratched the back of his head.

“Wait a minute,” Blake’s eyes darted around.
“No, she seems to be dead already.”

‘You son of a b*tch, you dare to mess with me.’

Rachel didn’t speak.
The already low temperature in the room dropped again, reaching minus ten degrees Celsius.
Her black leather shoes stepped on the ground, grinding hard.
Pitch-black Dirty Ice grew around Rachel, forming a pile of crystal-like structures more than a meter high, enclosing her.

“I think I have to leave,” Blake said, pulling the suitcase closer to him.
Bright red blood seeped from the zipper.
“You don’t seem to want to talk to me.”

‘Talk? There is no time to Talk.’

“You can indeed leave this place,” Rachel said, raising her right hand.
“I mean, leave the world of the living.”

The surrounding ice pillars shattered, turning into countless tiny ice cones, floating in the air.
She swung her right hand down forcefully, and the ice cones cut through the air, flying towards Blake with the shriek of a vengeful ghost.

“Sorry, I’m really busy right now,” Blake said, rubbing his hands.
Three fireballs appeared in the air, surrounding him.
The stand-in lying on the floor returned to Blake’s side along the floor and, after solidifying, formed a sphere that enveloped Blake.
The ice cones flew at the stand-in and were swallowed by it like they had sunk into a swamp.

A crack appeared in the spherical stand-in.
Blake waved his hand, and one of the three fireballs floated to the window, blowing up the curtains and the window together.
The stand-in turned into a humanoid shape, and a pair of wings grew from its back.
It lifted Blake up, rushed to the window, spread its wings, and flew into the air.

“Don’t run!” Rachel rushed to the window.
Dirty Ice formed into a spear in her hand.
Rachel threw it with all her might, and the Dirty Ice spear flew straight at Blake’s back.

The stand-in carrying Blake tilted its body in mid-air.
The Dirty Ice spear grazed Blake’s cheek, leaving a thin line of blood on his face before disappearing into the air.

Rachel was about to activate her psionic ability and use the rainwater to freeze Blake, but she found that two fireballs had appeared at her feet at some unknown time.

“What the hell?”

A series of explosions sounded.
The shockwave and flames engulfed the entire floor, shattering the windows and shooting into the air.