lcionline Chapter 162 Deadpool Agent Ai Ruosu, Awaken!
Chapter 162 Deadpool Agent Ai Ruosu, Awaken!
Chapter 163 Deadpool Agent Ai Ruosu, Awaken!
Just as he hesitated and was about to ask about the price, Gu Xintong's lips curled into a mysterious smile.
"No need to ask about the price."
Her voice was soft yet crisp, and her gaze fell on Zhang Qingzhe's face, her eyes revealing a girlish gentleness.
She leaned slightly closer, a hint of shyness in her voice: "Aren't we best friends? There's no need to worry about anything extra."
When she said the word "best," she deliberately emphasized it, as if confirming some special bond.
A faint blush crept onto her cheeks, like light rouge spreading on white porcelain, making her look brighter.
These intimate words and gestures were not missed by Lin Wan at the next table.
Lin Wan felt her breath catch in her throat.
Her fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the chopsticks, and her chest heaved noticeably.
"most?"
That capitalist bitch was definitely saying it to her on purpose.
When Zhang Qingzhe heard Gu Xintong say that, he stopped refusing.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a strange sense of open-mindedness.
Since we already owe so much, a little more doesn't seem to make much difference.
It's truly become a case of "the more debts, the less worry; the more lice, the less itchy."
His gaze fell back on the three cards, and he quickly made a decision.
That [Intermediate Healing Card] was obviously given to him by Gu Xintong, so he had to keep it with him at all times.
As for the other two [low-level healing cards] —
One sheet, for my younger sister to use, that's only natural.
He thought about it and decided to give the other one to Su Nianxi.
Recently, this "little witch" has been coming to his house every few days, finding all sorts of excuses to freeload meals and stay overnight.
She would even massage him; she was more obedient than a younger sister!
So much so that, without realizing it, Zhang Qingzhe had come to regard her as a younger sister as well.
Zhang Qingzhe carefully put away the three [Healing Cards], the warm light on the cards flashing briefly at his fingertips before disappearing.
The Witch's Diner was still filled with the strange smells of food and magic.
In the corner, there was a silver candlestick that set the mood, with a flickering blue flame.
Just then, the screen hanging in the corner of the ceiling flickered a few times and switched to the news channel.
"Now, a special investigative report will be broadcast:"
The female anchor's serious face appeared on the screen, against a backdrop of somber-toned archival photos.
The low laughter that had been filling the cafeteria gradually subsided.
"This station will continue to monitor the activities of the international terrorist organization Deadpool for some time to come. This organization is known for its extremist ideology and brutal methods, and its activities have posed a serious threat to security in many parts of the world."
The scene then switches to an aerial view of a dilapidated group of buildings surrounded by forests overseas.
"According to the investigation, this is an abandoned training base of the Deadpool organization, specifically located in a mountainous area of an island nation in the East. They scour, abduct, or purchase teenagers with special potential from all over the world, and the number of people in this training camp alone once exceeded one hundred."
Black and white photos flashed across the screen, showing many young faces with empty eyes.
"These children, in a confined environment, receive inhumane combat and assassination training. And what's even more appalling is..."
The announcer's voice trailed off, "At the end of the training cycle, the organizers will force these boys, who have spent so much time together, to undergo a final, unregulated trial"—that is, to kill each other.
Several distinct gasps were heard in the cafeteria.
Many students put down their utensils and stared intently at the screen.
"According to the lost written records, this inhumane selection process will ultimately produce only about ten qualified individuals," who will become prospective members of the Deadpool organization. The remaining children, after being killed, will become materials for sacrifice.
The report continues, listing other acts of vandalism involving Deadpool.
But the keywords "one hundred orphans", "fratricide", and "ten winners" have firmly captured everyone's attention.
The hushed discussions spread like a tide throughout every corner of the cafeteria.
"That's terrifying—"
"This is simply the act of a demon."
"Those children—they're so pitiful."
"These inhuman lunatics."
Zhang Qingzhe frowned.
He felt that there had been a significant increase in revelations about the Deadpool organization lately.
This is the official way of giving the public a heads-up; it seems Deadpool's tentacles have really reached out.
"That's absolutely insane."
Gu Xintong, sitting next to him, spoke softly, her face also turning a little pale.
She reached out her hand to Zhang Qingzhe, seemingly seeking support.
Zhang Qingzhe did not dodge, but gently grasped her hand.
"If the 'Little Witch' who makes the mood candies is kidnapped by them, her fate will probably be even worse," Zhang Qingzhe replied.
At the same time, he became even more determined to protect his sister.
At the next table, Lin Wan was so shocked by the news that she forgot her jealousy from earlier.
She turned to Ai Ruosu beside her, her voice tinged with lingering fear.
"It's terrifying, isn't it? Out of a hundred people, only ten survive—a one in ten survival rate. This isn't training; it's hell."
Ai Ruosu, whose expression had been stiff the whole time, slowly turned her head upon hearing this.
Her dull eyes looked at Lin Wan, and the fixed, cold "smile" on her lips deepened by a barely perceptible millimeter.
In a flat, mechanical tone, she gently corrected, "This news story is wrong."
Lin Wan was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding. "Wrong? Where did I go wrong?"
Ai Ruosu's gaze seemed unfocused, yet it also seemed to penetrate the walls of the cafeteria, landing on some distant and bloody past.
Her voice was very soft, yet it reached Lin Wan's ears clearly.
"Not ten."
She paused, then spoke each word with exceptional clarity, "In the end, only one survived."
A thick cloud happened to drift past the cafeteria window, casting a shadow that made Ai Ruosu's robust physique stand out even more.
The strange smile on her face, in the dim light, seemed to carry a chilling, bone-deep coldness.
"What?" Lin Wan didn't understand.
"In the end, only one person survived; she killed everyone else," Ai Ruosu said.
Wang Dong shivered and asked, "How did you know?"
"Oh! I saw it on a website."
"That's just hearsay, isn't it? How could one person kill a hundred people?"
"Hmm! It's probably just a rumor!" Ai Ruosu smiled and continued eating with her head down.
She ordered a bowl of "stew".
The soup was a murky, dark purple, with a few bloodshot eyes half-submerged and half-floating, occasionally twitching spasmodically.
Ai Ruosu put an eyeball in her mouth and bit it so hard that it burst open with a "crunch".
In today's confrontation in the cafeteria, Lin Wan was completely outmatched.
She was sullen all afternoon.
Back in the Transformation School classroom, he curled up in his seat and remained silent.
The slanting sunlight outside the window fell on her puffed-out cheeks, but it couldn't dispel her dejection.
Ai Ruosu remained like a quiet shadow, sitting beside him at her usual distance.
His back was straight, his hands were flat, and he wore a stiff, emotionless smile.
His dull eyes stared straight ahead, as if observing something, or as if he saw nothing at all.
After school, Ai Ruosu returned to her rented apartment.
She stood in the entryway for a while, then slowly began to move.
Shirts, skirts, bras, underwear, stockings —
All the clothes were taken off, piece by piece, and carelessly discarded on the floor.
The last rays of sunlight slanted into the room and fell on the completely exposed body.
The light illuminated an incredibly strong body, a physique far beyond that of an ordinary young girl.
Broad shoulders and thick back muscles.
The dimensions of his arms and thighs are astonishing, exuding a pure sense of power.
This body is more like a killing machine built with the help of nine dragons pulling a coffin.
The graceful curves that a witch should have are almost completely erased here.
She raised her head, her dull eyes darting around in the dim light, looking at the smooth wall.
The fixed curve at the corner of his mouth seemed to have deepened slightly.
Then, she stretched out a hand.
With fingers spread out, the knuckles are thick.
Simply press your fingertips against the smooth painted surface of the wall, without even looking for any bumps, relying only on the negligible friction between your fingertips and the wallpaper.
The next second, her entire body weight was "hanging" up there lightly.
This is not a simple climb; it's more like a bizarre form of adhesion.
She moved her arms alternately, her strong waist, abdomen, and back muscles working together with inhuman efficiency to pull her heavy body upwards.
Walls, corners, and even smooth ceilings became accessible surfaces for her.
She was like a giant human gecko, or a sophisticated and illogical machine.
Move laterally along the wall, past the doorway between the living room and the bedroom.
She stopped on the bedroom ceiling, hanging upside down like a spider.
Her taut, large muscles rose and fell slightly with her breathing.
She fell asleep peacefully, a happy smile on her face, as if she had returned to her wonderful childhood.
As night deepened, all was quiet.
The silence was broken in the early hours of the morning by a muffled buzzing sound.
The sound came from her uniform, which she had left on the floor.
Ai Ruosu opened her eyes instantly, a cold glint flashing in her dark pupils.
With a fluid, gravity-defying motion, she swiftly arrived above the entrance hall, her heavy body falling silently.
Just before it touched the ground, it deftly flipped over, its toes landing firmly on the floor without making a sound.
She took her phone out of her pocket.
The screen kept flickering, displaying a string of garbled numbers.
Ai Ruosu pressed the answer button and held the communicator close to her ear.
"Ai Ruosu, your undercover mission is terminated from this moment on."
A mechanically processed, hoarse, distorted voice came from the receiver.
"Received!" Ai Ruosu smiled.
"Urgent Order: Destination: Green Island Central Hospital. You need to proceed immediately to carry out an important mission. Details will be communicated later."
Ai Ruosu listened silently, her expression unchanged, only the faint light in her eyes continued to flicker.
"Remember," the voice emphasized, "your identity must be kept absolutely secret. Continue living as 'Airosu,' and leave no trace of your connection to the organization."
"Command confirmed. Task received."
Ai Ruosu responded in her calm voice.
No doubt, no hesitation.
After the call ended, the screen went dark.
She stood amidst the scattered clothes, the moonlight outlining her sculpted, strong silhouette.
Just a few seconds later, she began to move.
He quickly picked up the clothes from the ground and put them on neatly, one by one.
Once the last pair of pantyhose was put on, all the inhuman characteristics were concealed.
Finally, she adjusted her bow tie in front of the blurry mirror in the entryway.
Then, she slowly tugged at the corners of her mouth, reverting to her "Ai Ruosu" expression.
"Mission begins!"
Ai Ruosu opened the door and silently disappeared into the night, heading towards the hospital.
Green Island Central Hospital, a gray-white building.
It stands silently in the night, with only a few windows still lit.
Hidden in the shadows of the alley opposite the hospital, Ai Ruosu took out a strangely textured "face-changing card".
She stuck the card to her face.
The edges of the card immediately began to writhe as if melting, and several slippery, dark tentacles emerged.
The tentacles quickly coiled around and enveloped her entire head, eventually covering her mouth, nose, and most of her cheeks, leaving only a gap where her left eye would have been.
Through that single opening, her gray eyes silently gazed at the outside world.
Ai Ruosu confirmed once again the brief instructions and target ward number transmitted through the communicator.
Avoiding the guards' patrols, she walked to the smooth, tiled exterior wall of the hospital building.
She smiled and stretched out her hands, her large knuckles pressing against the cracks in the brickwork, her strong muscles subtly tensing.
The next second, she began to move upwards.
Her movements were precise and efficient, like a giant gecko, to which the vertical wall was no different from flat ground.
Using only the friction of her fingertips, she quickly and silently climbed upwards, avoiding all areas that might be under surveillance.
The target floor was reached quickly.
Like a giant gecko, she moved sideways to the side of a dimly lit window and then slowly pressed her body against the glass.
She peered into the ward through the gap in the curtains.
The room was spacious, but filled with the low hum of operating equipment and the smell of disinfectant.
Complex medical equipment surrounded the hospital bed, with screens flashing regular green dots and emitting a soft buzzing electronic sound.
There was only one person in the hospital bed.
Kang Ping, who had been attacked earlier, was leaning back in a half-asleep state.
Ai Ruosu clung to the cold glass like a weightless shadow.
Her hands, like suction cups, slowly pulled open the glass window.
A gentle night breeze drifted into the ward.
Professor Kang Ping was reclining on the hospital bed, half asleep and half awake.
He wasn't actually fully asleep; the lingering pains throughout his body kept him in a terrible state of being both exhausted and alert.
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