Chapter 188 - Meteorite

Chapter 188: Chapter 172 Meteorite

The system broadcast voice timely rang out, announcing the death of Jiang Zhihui and the end of the task.

Li Cheng stretched out two fingers, caught the Orochi paper-cut still fluttering in the air, and yet to be completely extinguished, glanced at it and then tucked it into the Backpack.

Gray Rain reverted from a spherical to human form and landed on the ground, somewhat reluctantly squeezing his fists, "All done?"

"Yep, the rewards have been received too."

Li Cheng paused for a moment, the task rewards included looting the most valuable and highest Quality item that Jiang Zhihui had on her, along with a Skill.

Among the Skills was the one previously demonstrated by Jiang Zhihui, the ability to switch positions with the White Fox Demon, the .

"What about these two?"

Gray Rain pointed to the unconscious Jiang Meixi and the baby in swaddling clothes.

The battle scenes had already been photographed by passersby’s cell phones and news helicopters, players could run away, but as original residents of the script world, they couldn’t.

"See things through to the end."

Li Cheng pulled Jiang Meixi up, furiously sprayed her wrists with Healing Gel to stop the bleeding, then said to Gray Rain, "You split up first, one clone rides the motorcycle and takes them to the rendezvous point that was agreed upon earlier,

the other clone spreads out and packs up this building debris."

The Gravity Energy Balls had destroyed the buildings on both sides of the street beyond recognition, with steel bars, concrete, cables, wires, etc., clumping together under the force of gravity.

On top of that, short-circuiting of the electric lines ignited curtains, tables, chairs, and other flammable objects, and several gas canisters placed in restaurants exploded, causing thick smoke to billow through the scene, sufficiently replacing the Fog Concealment Skill.

With time of the essence, Gray Rain nodded, split into two, half of his body turning into a little girl, got on a motorcycle, took Jiang Meixi and the baby, and drove north.

The other half spread out into a pancake shape, slowly covering the building rubble.

At this very moment, countless eyes were fixated on the fog-covered area, as soon as Li Cheng appeared, the South Korean capital’s defense command’s artillery troops could strike at any time.

To slip away under such circumstances, it would require creating an even bigger disturbance to incite chaos throughout Seoul...

Li Cheng first ended the thunderstorm effect of the , shot out the Bat Hook Claw to retrieve his right arm thrown out along with the horn, and reattached the arm.

Then, he looked up at the sky and activated the Rocket Backpack, shooting straight into the clouds, toward a KBS news helicopter broadcasting live.

"...As everyone can see, the collapse of the buildings on-site has ceased, and the edge of the fog’s thunderstorm has also come to an end."

Inside the news helicopter, the reporter surnamed Park, dragged up to work in the middle of the night, had a somber face, but off-camera, he excitedly clenched his fist, nails digging deeply into his flesh.

A major news story like this terrorist attack might not come once in a lifetime for an ordinary reporter.

Not to mention this time it’s mixed with bizarre elements like suspected aliens and Superpower Users.

Suddenly—

The whizzing sound from below grew louder, and the reporter along with the photographer both looked down, then saw a middle-aged man in a delivery uniform flying up, getting close to the helicopter, and knocking on the co-pilot’s window quite politely.

Hundreds of thousands, if not millions of viewers tuned into the live broadcast, clearly heard the chaos inside the helicopter and the shocked and profane exclamation from the reporter.

"Could you please open the door?"

Li Cheng was polite and courteous. When no one opened the door for him, he casually pried open the cabin door and nonchalantly took a seat in the co-pilot’s position.

The journalist Park’s heart was pounding fiercely. He subconsciously stopped the photographer from cutting the signal and asked with feigned bravery, "You, you’re the comic artist Jiang Wanyong, right?"

"It’s me."

Without turning back, Li Cheng waved dismissively, the exoskeleton mechanical arm on his back forcefully took over the helicopter controls, steering the aircraft northwest.

The utterly befuddled helicopter pilot, neither daring to resist the blood-stained mechanical arm nor brave enough to simply open the door and jump out, could only raise his hands and leave his fate in the hands of others.

Swallowing nervously, journalist Park asked, "Can I ask what exactly is happening? Why are there explosions below..."

"Um... in a nutshell, my niece who supposedly died over a decade ago has come back to life, and she wants her niece, my daughter, to debut and become an idol for everyone on Earth."

Li Cheng summarized, "I persuaded her to give up. These days being an idol is unreliable, the competition is too fierce. There are girl groups like BESTie, Mamamoo, and boy bands like EXO."

"It’s EXO, the E is silent."

Journalist Park subconsciously corrected him, but a glance from Li Cheng made him shrink back, too frightened to speak.

As a middle-aged man, the helicopter pilot didn’t care about EXO. In a panicked, tight voice, he exclaimed, "Ahead, ahead is the National Assembly Hall!"

"I know."

Li Cheng remained indifferent and continued to control the helicopter towards the brightly illuminated six-story building, which also housed the ceremonial site of South Korea’s National Assembly.

Nearby artillery troops also realized Li Cheng’s direction of travel, and two pegasus-type anti-air missiles swiftly approached him from both sides.

Pushing the control stick forward forcefully, the helicopter elegantly weaved between skyscrapers—diving, then climbing, using the buildings as cover to make both anti-air missiles miss their target. Sёarch* The Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

One hundred and fifty meters, two hundred meters, two hundred and fifty meters.

The helicopter kept climbing, and upon reaching three hundred meters, Li Cheng pushed open the cabin door and jumped into the sky.

Directly below him was the Korean National Assembly Hall.

With the temporary skill "Feathered Gliding" activated, Li Cheng’s descent was relatively slow. Two new anti-air missiles took off, ignoring the helicopter and heading straight for him.

The Seoul Capital Defense Command’s frenzied attack suggested that there must be some important figures hiding in the brightly-lit National Assembly Hall. Perhaps it was Madame Park—

Since the Blue House was too close to the private clubhouse on Beihai Mountain and considered unsafe, Madame Park might indeed have sought refuge in the underground bunker of the National Assembly Hall.

But it didn’t matter now.

Watching the approaching anti-air missiles, Li Cheng clenched his fist and released his newly acquired skill "Demon Exchange."

In the next instant, his figure disappeared, replaced by a glob of liquid metal enveloping eight meters in diameter of building debris.

The liquid metal quickly contracted, positioning the debris toward the anti-air missiles, while it transformed into a black gliding parachute, blending into the night sky and flying northward.

As for the building debris itself, it was completely dismantled by the missile bombardment, breaking into numerous fragments that plummeted to the ground.

With a density of about 2.4 tons per cubic meter for concrete, almost five thousand tons of concrete was smashed down from three hundred meters in the air.

Boom boom boom—

The blue dome of the National Assembly Hall was pierced instantly, and the entire building collapsed completely like dominoes.

Facilities such as the Korean Members’ House, National Assembly Library, and Constitutional Memorial were also affected by the "meteor" fragments, falling into ruin.

Plumes of smoke rose into the sky, connecting heaven and earth.

Both ordinary citizens in front of their televisions and the military command system were plunged into utter chaos. No one noticed Li Cheng’s figure reappearing at the street corner. He mounted a Bat Wing Motorcycle and drove northward, disappearing into the night.