Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
The helicopter had risen into the turbulence, and began to sway from side to side, while an ear-splitting alarm sounded. The pilot scrambled to stabilize, but the helicopter was completely out of control and began to slope downward.
“No way, it’s going to crash.” The pilot screamed in despair.
The men on several motorboats were firing their guns en masse in the direction of Chu Feng. The front half of his boat had been shot into a hornet’s nest.
Someone shouted out in horror, “The Holy Son is still on the plane.”
The news that Calgar was the Holy Son had spread throughout the Alliance and was known up and down the Truth Church. The group was closest to Aleisha, and had received orders from the archdeacon to receive the Holy Son’s return. Everyone stopped firing and looked up at the helicopter in stunned silence.
They watched as it tilted and plummeted toward the river at an increasing rate of speed.
Chu Feng also stood up from the motorboat, his hands clenched so tightly that his nails were sunk into his palms.
“Zhou Zhou, you can do it…”
Just as the helicopter was about to collide with the river, a shadow bounced out of the hatchway and shot forward.
He grabbed something else in his hand, nudged it with his foot as it neared the mountain wall, and changed direction to fly toward Chu Feng. Chu Feng saw the dark green body, and his eyes instantly glowed.
Luo ZhouZhou took a step in the air, stood into the sinking motorboat, and threw something he was holding into it.
With a crash, the object emitted a painful thud.
It was Calgar.
The helicopter plunged completely into the river, and after a loud rumble, the tail snapped off and flew off, hitting the mountain wall. The fuselage splashed into the river, the waves swept away, and several speedboats nearly capsized. The bullet holes in the motorboat were filling up with water, and the water inside was soon above their feet.
Luo ZhouZhou lifted his foot uncomfortably and said to Chu Feng, “I got Calgar here, I didn’t kill him.”
“You did the right thing, we have to bring Calgar back, he’s going to be judged.”
Luo ZhouZhou had just cracked a smile when he heard someone shouting, “Get ready to shoot, not with a machine gun, shoot at point blank, don’t hurt the Holy Son.”
He looked in that direction and told Chu Feng, “I’ll go pack them up and come back.”
“Okay, you’d better be careful then.”
With a few sporadic gunshots, Luo ZhouZhou turned into a swift shadow and rushed forward.
The bullets that came straight at him disappeared without a sound halfway.
Chu Feng glanced at Calgar and saw that he was slumped against the side of the boat, seemingly unconscious. The water in the boat was getting deeper and deeper, almost reaching his calves.
The motorboat drifted to the right beside the stone wall, and was stopped by a large rock just above the water’s surface. Chu Feng took two steps forward, grabbed both of Calgar’s arms, and tried to lift him over his shoulders onto the rock.
Just as he bent down and put his hands under Calgar’s armpits, he suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were sober and calm, full of ruthlessness, and he didn’t appear to be unconscious at all. He swiftly reached behind Chu Feng’s waist and took his gun in his hand.
Chu Feng’s reaction was also very quick. As soon as Calgar reached for the gun, he ducked to the side and struck him in the face with a hard elbow.
The bullet missed, and the large rock next to it splattered with sparks and rocks. Calgar took the blow, fracturing the bridge of his nose and spurting blood. He swallowed the pain and dizziness, turned on his side, and pointed the gun at Chu Feng once again.
Chu Feng didn’t wait for him to pull the trigger and kicked out, hitting his wrist squarely. The gun arced through the air and fell into the raging water. The two men stood at the bow and stern of the boat, facing each other in silence.
Calgar wiped the blood from his face and began to take off the jacket he had wrapped around himself. Chu Feng, who was still wearing his dark blue tuxedo, took it off and threw it in the boat, then pulled off his tie.
His shirt clung tightly to his body, revealing a strong body line and a slight bulge of muscle. They both threw off their jackets and rushed toward each other, clashing their fists in the air and taking two steps backwards.
Then, they fought.
One normally couldn’t tell when looking at Calgar, but with his punches and kicks, he was able to even the score with Chu Feng. The two top Alpha, releasing all their pressure, attacked viciously on the violently rocking motorboat.
On the other side, Luo ZhouZhou threw the two men far into the river and clapped his palms.
The remaining men looked at each other, and all pulled out a needle from their arms and stuck it in their necks.
“You think you’re the only one who can?” One of them said fiercely with his blood-red eyes wide open.
Luo ZhouZhou said, “It’s not the same, and you and I are not the same.” He straightened the crooked brooch and explained, “The Benzedrine you are injecting is not as powerful as mine.”
“Then what are you injecting?” Someone asked.
Another person interrupted impatiently, “Why are you talking to him so much? Directly kill him.”
After saying that, he pushed his feet hard and jumped on Luo ZhouZhou. No one could see how Luo ZhouZhou moved, but when they jumped on him, they suddenly lost their target in front of them.
The person who was standing there a second ago just vanished into thin air.
“Left!” Someone let out a loud shout.
Everyone looked to the left and saw the slim, inky blue figure pass by.
“Right!” Someone else yelled.
“Above, spread out, above.”
“Spread out and disperse, one person at a time, hold the right side.”
Luo ZhouZhou moved around them like a ghost, occasionally wandering into the middle and reaching out to grab the neck of the nearest person. These people had been injected with Benzedrine, and although they were no match for him, their reaction speed was far faster than that of ordinary people. He reached out several times, and then was detected and attacked at the same time.
One or two Luo ZhouZhou didn’t care, but with five or six of them together, he still had a hard time. He had to stop and continue to swim alongside, ready to find an opportunity to tackle them one by one.
Chu Feng and Calgar’s motorboat continued to sink, flooding up to their waists, while they were throwing punches and kicks into the air. Finally, the overburdened motorboat sank so fast that both of them threw themselves at the boulder next to it.
Calgar climbed on top of the rock and kicked Chu Feng into the water. Chu Feng clamped down on his ankle, put his other hand on the rock, and jumped up. Chu Feng side-stepped and threw an elbow to his armpit.
The two men fought again on the boulder, which was only a few square meters.
“On the left.” The few Truthers facing Luo ZhouZhou were all facing to the left.
But a figure faster than the wind suddenly attacked from the right, grabbed the last man and flew up into the sky.
“Climb up.” Several believers climbed up the cliff, moving as swiftly as a gecko.
Luo ZhouZhou leaped faster than they did, climbing up the wall in a few leaps, reaching the high summit of the mountain.
“Chase.” A few people climbed up a little further, and suddenly something fell on their heads, smashing heavily into the water.
A few seconds later, the captured churchman surfaced, his neck hanging limply as the current swept him away in a roll.
“All of you, watch out for him coming down from the top of the hill.” One man said warily.
Another looked in the direction of Calgar and said, “Or I’ll go to the Holy Son, someone has been fighting the Holy Son, I’ll go and kill him first.”
The man had just left the wall of the mountain and was about to go down when he felt a wind blowing by him.
Before the strange feeling in his heart disappeared, his body left the mountain wall and flew up.
Luo ZhouZhou took him by the back of the collar, and in a few moments he disappeared into the trees on the top of the mountain.
“Go down, all of you, go down, we can’t gather on the mountain wall,” The leader ordered.
All of them flew down the mountain wall again. They slid down and had to jump into the motorboats, which were tied to a rock. But at that moment, Luo ZhouZhou landed again like a bird and passed them by.
Then, all the thick ropes of the motorboats broke off in the water, and as a wave rolled in, the motorboats drifted off into the distance.
Luo ZhouZhou stood on a pointy rock in the middle of the water, looked at a few believers who were crawling on the mountain wall without moving, and said, “You can’t get down, you can’t get together yet, you can only crawl around on the mountain wall, and I can kill you one by one.”
They looked at him in horror.
He looked over at Chu Feng and said, “If you jump into the water and swim away, I won’t care about you.” Seeing no reaction from the others, he urged, “It’s not that high here, so you won’t die if you jump. Jump, jump, and swim away quickly.”
One of them stopped hesitating, plunged into the river with a loud splash, threw his arms out and swam downstream.
The leader looked at him, quickly pulled out his gun, and aimed it at him.
The man’s body stiffened, and the water around him was instantly dyed red, drifting downstream with the current.
When Luo ZhouZhou saw this, he looked at the leader in surprise: “You even killed your own partner? Really bad.”
Without saying a word, the ringleader raised his gun and pulled the trigger on Luo ZhouZhou again. Luo ZhouZhou suddenly disappeared from the tip of the standing stone and was back by his side in an instant.
The neck of the ringleader turned at a strange angle and fell into the river without a word. As the body of the leader was swept away by the waves, those who were still climbing on the mountain wall looked at Luo ZhouZhou fearfully, not daring to breathe.
Luo ZhouZhou landed lightly back on the tip of the rock and said to them, “You want to fight with me, maybe you can save your Holy Son. Or you can jump from here, and if you can swim to the shore alive, you will not be allowed to return to the Truth Church again.”
Several members of the congregation looked at him, then at the Holy Son, who was still fighting with Chu Feng, and immediately made a choice.
“We will jump and never return to the Truth Church.”
“Jump now, jump now.”
One by one they fell into the water with a splash, and swung their arms out to swim into the distance.
Chu Feng had a chance to get a clear shot and lunged forward before Calgar could retrieve his leg, slamming his fist into his chest with brute force. Calgar grunted and stumbled backwards, nearly falling off a boulder.
Chu Feng followed him forward, and Calgar said sharply, “Wait.”
He put one hand over his chest and pushed one hand in front of him, gasping for air in a messy manner.
Chu Feng slowly stopped moving and stood looking at him.
“Chu Feng, I’ve treated you well over the years, promoting you from an ordinary Special Forces soldier to a general, why are you still trying to kill me?”
The blood on Calgar’s face became two red streaks on his nose, and his face could no longer be seen, where was his usual graceful appearance?
When he saw Chu Feng standing silently, he said, “When you wanted to investigate the death of those Special Forces, you said you would give me your loyalty and life, and only asked for the right to investigate. I believed you and gave it to you, but is this how you repay me? I am a Holy Son of the Truth Church, yes, but can you say that I would not be a good president? Hasn’t the Alliance gotten better and better under my leadership over the years I’ve been in office?”
“Maybe my ideals deviate from yours, but you can’t target me because of that. You must know that even if I am the Holy Son of Truth, I am still thinking of building alliances so that the people can all live in peace.” Calgar took a few heavy breaths and said, “Since I have been good to you in these years, you let me go. I will manage the Truth Church well, so that they will no longer oppose the Alliance Army and become the greatest help to the Alliance. How about it?”
Chu Feng hung his head and didn’t speak, no one could tell what he was thinking.
Calgar raised some hope in his heart and softened his voice, “If you let me go this time, I will definitely repay you later. You are a compassionate and righteous person, and you don’t want to see me as a prisoner, do you?”
Chu Feng’s hand hanging at his side slowly tightened, his knuckles clenched white, and then he raised his head. Calgar was startled when he met his gaze.
There was not only indifference in those eyes, but hatred as well.
“They all think my parents died of illness, and I myself told others the same thing. In fact, when I was seven years old, they contracted Sunset Face. When they were being escorted out of the country, they saw me running after them and falling down outside the cordon, so they tried to rush over and help me. The soldiers thought they were running away and shot them dead on the spot.”
Chu Feng gritted his teeth and said, “I watched my parents being escorted out of the country and then fell down not far from me. And you, the Holy Son of the Truth Church, are the one who issued the order to kill all the Sunset Face patients.”
“Ah!” Luo ZhouZhou, who had arrived just in time to hear the words, gave a short cry of surprise and covered his mouth with his hand.
Chu Feng turned slightly to the side and said, “Zhou Zhou, go and rest beside me, and let me settle things between him and me by myself.”
“Oh.” Luo ZhouZhou silently leapt to the side of the mountain wall and stepped on a small raised rock.
Calgar slowly calmed down, he lifted his sleeve, wiped the blood from his face, and said, “Chu Feng, I once told you that the Alliance is a machine, and we are the axis of that machine—”
“Fuck your machine, you disgusting executioner.” Chu Feng shouted, veins bulging high on his forehead, “So many Sunset Face patients have been banished and executed by you.”
“Calm down, listen to me, listen to me, Chu Feng, I’m not doing this for myself either,” Calgar explained as he moved closer to Chu Feng, “Don’t be too impulsive, you’ve been around me for years—”
A shiny dagger appeared in his palm, and before he could finish his sentence, Calgar stabbed at Chu Feng’s chest.
Luo ZhouZhou had a clear view of the mountain wall and was about to dodge past him when he saw Chu Feng kick Calgar in the wrist. The sharp dagger made a long arc in the air and fell into the river.
Chu Feng followed up with a punch. He gritted his teeth and growled lowly as the wind of his fist bellowed, “I’ve been around you for a few years, so I know you.”
Calgar caught the punch in a heap and took a few steps backwards, only to feel his whole arm go numb and sore from the shock.
Chu Feng jumped up and raised his fist in the air, hitting him in the chest with a force of a thousand pounds.
At the same time, he shouted angrily, “This punch is for Wang Jun, who was deceived by you and died believing that he was chasing an ideal.”
Calgar raised his hand to block, and there was a muffled sound of flesh colliding with flesh and a crack of the wrist bone. He screamed and bent over to hold his wrist.
Chu Feng’s entire body was wet, water dripping down his cheeks, and his eyes were bloodshot. Waiting for Calgar to straighten up, he threw another punch, “This punch is for the twenty-seven Special Forces soldiers who died at the hands of their most trusted officer with their blood on their hands.”
Calgar didn’t dare block any more, but managed to sidestep the punch and took it with his shoulder. After stumbling a few steps, he collapsed on his back on the rock, one shoulder propped high and apparently dislocated.
Chu Feng stepped forward, grabbed him from the ground, and threw a series of punches, “This punch is for those Sunset Face patients who were forced to leave their homeland, never to see their loved ones again, and finally died a horrible death.”
“This punch is for the people of the Alliance, who don’t know that the president they love and loved is the devil who is backstabbing with the Truth Church to send them down to the bottomless abyss again.”
Chu Feng threw the last punch and then slowly relaxed his hand. Calgar, drenched in blood, lay dying on the rock, only his chest was still rising and falling slowly.
Chu Feng turned with a gasp, reached out a hand to Luo ZhouZhou on the mountain wall, and said in a soft voice, “Come here.”
Luo ZhouZhou flew onto the rock, threw himself into his arms, and hugged him tightly around the waist. Chu Feng pressed his face into his hair, and the two of them embraced, not moving.
In the distance, there was the sound of a motorboat and the roar of a helicopter, accompanied by Chen SiHan shouting over the loudspeaker, “Chu Feng, hold on, I’m coming…”