150: Chapter 150 Violent Corpse Dragging

Inside the underground hall.

Lin Ye pulled an intact piece of military-grade special nylon rope out of the ruins.

He casually threw the rope to Frost Star, who was still drooling over the pile of charred tree roots.

"Time to work. Tie this group of special agents into a string and drag them out to report the task."

Frost Star reluctantly picked up the rope, pouting her pink, tender little lips and muttering a few complaints, but her movements were not slow at all.

Like tying up hairy crabs, the little loli tightly bound thirty fully armed strong men, each weighing over 180 catties, onto a single rope.

Afterwards, she tossed one end of the rope over her shoulder.

"Let's go!"

The petite pink figure walked at the very front.

Behind her, thirty unconscious special operations agents scraped against the rough concrete floor, producing a dull "rustling" sound.

This scene exuded an absurd sense of horror.

Lin Ye held Leng Yue's hand, stepping on the ashes covering the ground, and leisurely followed behind, just like strolling through his own back garden.

Outside the air-raid shelter.

The early morning sunlight once again pierced through the clouds, and the eerie haze shrouding the hilltop had completely dissipated.

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan stood outside the cordon, one hand pressing on the service pistol at her waist.

Her eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at the pitch-black entrance.

"Captain, there is movement inside!"

A gun-wielding agent reported loudly.

All personnel of The Ninth Bureau instantly aimed their guns at the entrance, and the sounds of safety catches being pulled rang out in unison.

The next second.

A little loli wearing pink overalls and silver-blue twin tails hummed an unknown nursery rhyme as she walked out of the darkness.

In her hand, she dragged a taut nylon rope.

Behind the rope, a large string of unconscious special agents from The Ninth Bureau, piled up like acrobats, was being dragged along.

The entire scene was dead silent.

Dozens of elites from The Ninth Bureau were dumbfounded, even forgetting to lower the guns in their hands.

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan was the first to react.

She rushed forward quickly, squatted down, and felt the carotid artery of the squad leader leading the way.

Although the pulse was weak, it beat steadily.

Not only did they not die, but the residual dark poison in their bodies had also been cleanly cleared away by someone along the way.

Lin Ye and Leng Yue walked out of the air-raid shelter side by side.

The black assault jacket on his body had long been taken off during the battle.

At this moment, he only wore a black tight-fitting short-sleeve shirt, revealing his well-defined and explosive forearms.

"I brought the people out, thirty of them, not a single one missing."

Lin Ye walked up to Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan.

He extended two fingers, clamped out the blank check from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Fifty million, fill it in yourself. In addition, the Yellow Springs Market stronghold inside the cave has been wiped out by me. That blood-sucking broken tree doesn't even have slag left, you can send people in to clean up the site."

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan took the check.

Looking at Lin Ye's calm and rippleless face, turbulent waves stirred in her heart once again.

Where on earth was the upper limit of this man's combat power now?

"Many thanks."

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan bit her lip, pulled a signature pen from her tactical vest, swiftly filled in the number of fifty million, signed her name, and handed it back to Lin Ye.

"The bureau pays this money willingly. Lin Ye, this time The Ninth Bureau owes you another favor."

"Forget about the favor. In the future, if there are high-profit orders like this, remember to prioritize contacting Lins Funeral Shop."

Lin Ye flicked the check and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

He turned and walked towards the black george patton parked in the distance.

"Withdraw the team, go home and eat."

At noon.

george patton drove back to Taiping Old Street and steadily parked at the entrance of the shop.

Pushing open the glass door.

Fatty Wang was holding two bowls of steaming instant noodles, fighting with Ayugu over pickled mustard tubers in front of the tea table.

Seeing Lin Ye and the other two return safe and sound, Fatty Wang immediately dropped his fork and rushed up to greet them.

"Boss! Victorious return? Didn't suffer any hidden injuries, right?"

Lin Ye walked to the sink and washed his hands.

"Just a bunch of mobsters, what could possibly hurt me."

He walked to the tea table and sat down. With a slight movement of his mind, the ancient [Aura Purification Storage Ring] on his finger flashed a weak stream of light.

The steaming bowl of instant noodles on the table instantly vanished into thin air.

The next second, it appeared intact in front of Ayugu again.

Not even a single drop of soup was spilled.

Fatty Wang rubbed his eyes, his chin almost slamming onto the top of his feet.

"Holy shit! Cosmos in the sleeve? You went out for a stroll and cultivated immortality?"

"Just some collected spoils of war."

Lin Ye didn't explain much.

He activated the storage ring once more, throwing the black ledger searched from the Yin Merchant onto the desktop.

Ayugu put down her instant noodles, picked up the ledger, and opened it.

After reading only two pages, the expression of this Miao Territory Saintess changed.

The silver ornaments on top of her head made a slight clattering sound.

"Boss, you wiped out the offline stronghold of Yellow Springs Market in Jiangzhou? What is recorded on this is all the flow of materials forcibly confiscated from Jiangzhou's underground Yin sects by them over the years."

Lin Ye poured himself a cup of tea.

"They intercepted my goods, I wiped out their den, courtesy demands reciprocity. Flip to the last page and look at that rough sketch."

Ayugu obediently flipped the ledger to the end.

When she saw the blood-red skull mark, she stood up directly.

"Death Valley?!"

Ayugu's voice raised an octave, her eyes revealing deep dread.

"This place is in the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Gu Demon Cave. The locals of the Ten Thousand Mountains wouldn't even dare to approach within three kilometers of there."

"Legend has it that that is the entrance King Zhou used back then to sacrifice to the netherworld. Do these cyber cult madmen also want to go open that underground palace?"

Lin Ye sneered.

"Not just them, the formation of the real underground palace has already loosened, and we don't have much time left."

His knuckles gently tapped on the desktop.

"Since Yellow Springs Market suffered such a huge loss in Jiangzhou, they will definitely transfer all their core forces to Miao Territory to fully open the underground palace. We cannot let them seize the initiative."

Fatty Wang immediately straightened his back.

"Boss, give your order. I guarantee to arrange the logistics clearly and properly."

"The wood evil on Bai Yu's hands has been completely removed. Let him continue to go to the black market to collect goods: lightning-struck wood, top-grade cinnabar, aged glutinous rice, double the quantity. If the money is not enough, deduct it directly from the corporate account."

Lin Ye methodically arranged the tasks.

"You go keep an eye on the off-road vehicle modification factory. Within three days, I want that george patton armed to the teeth."

"Install high-intensity searchlights on the roof, spray the chassis completely with anti-corpse poison coating, and prepare a few more freezers in the cabin for Frost Star to store her rations."

Hearing that there would be freezers to hold rations, Frost Star happily spun around in place, picked up half a watermelon, and started munching on it.

After finishing giving instructions on serious matters.

Lin Ye leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

The successive battles and execution of lightning techniques consumed quite a bit of his Pure Yang True Qi.

A chill sensation pressed against his temples.

"Husband, you must be tired."

Leng Yue's cold and detached voice carried a hint of coquettishness.

Her cold, soft fingers gently massaged Lin Ye's acupoints.

A wisp of pure, primordial Yin Qi of the Drought Demon slowly flowed into Lin Ye's body along her fingertips.

Nourished by this extremely cold Yin Qi, his parched meridians instantly blended with the remaining Pure Yang True Qi.

Lin Ye opened his eyes, casually grabbed Leng Yue's wrist, and used a little force.

Leng Yue smoothly fell into Lin Ye's broad embrace.

She didn't panic at all, but instead, like a kitten, pressed her cheek against Lin Ye's chest.

"This outfit suits you very well."

Lin Ye's fingers brushed across her smooth back.

Leng Yue raised her head slightly, ripples of watery light shimmering in her dark golden eyes.

"Then does Husband like it?"

"I like it." Lin Ye chuckled, "However, there are a few other colors, we can slowly try them out in the quiet room tonight."

Hearing the word "quiet room", she obediently buried her head into Lin Ye's embrace.

Ayugu, sitting opposite them, covered her eyes with both hands and peeked through her fingers.

"Unwatchable, simply unwatchable. Feeding us single dogs dog food every day, this life is impossible to live!"

She picked up her instant noodle bowl and walked huffily towards the back courtyard.

Over the next three days, the entire Lins Funeral Shop fell into a busy state of preparation for battle.

Bai Yu dragged his arms that had not yet fully healed, and frantically swept up goods in the major black markets of Jiangzhou.

With Lin Ye's reputation holding down the fort, coupled with the deterrent effect of the destruction of the Yellow Springs Market stronghold,

the vendors in the black market didn't dare to raise prices at all and successively brought out their best, bottom-of-the-box evil-warding materials.

Fatty Wang soaked in the modification factory every day.

That george patton, which was already domineering, was thoroughly refitted into a doomsday steel fortress.

All the car windows were replaced with seven-centimeter-thick bulletproof and explosion-proof glass.

The tires were embedded with solid steel rims, and a hydraulic ram with Pure Yang runes was installed on the front.

On the evening of the third day, the setting sun was like blood.

Fatty Wang drove the george patton and parked at the intersection of Taiping Old Street.

The door of the underground quiet room in the back courtyard opened.

Lin Ye carried the tactical backpack stuffed with magical instruments and talismans, stepping out of the elevator with large strides.

Leng Yue wore a slim-fitting black trench coat, following closely behind.

Frost Star carried a pink little schoolbag filled with the sinking-wood bone marrow paste Fatty Wang brewed for her, and she was still holding that dark blue bone knife in her hand.

Ayugu had already changed into a set of capable Miao ethnic clothing that was convenient for movement.

The silver ornaments on top of her head were wrapped up by her with a black cloth to avoid reflecting light in the jungle.

The five-member team was fully assembled.