Chapter 197: 147. The relationship between the Rat God Cult and the Divine Plant Cult

Chapter 197: 147. The relationship between the Rat God Cult and the Divine Plant Cult

Shanhai City outskirts.

A series of heavy armored law enforcement vehicles gradually stopped in front of an abandoned factory.

As the doors opened, a swarm of fully armed law enforcement officers poured out and charged into the factory in an orderly fashion.

“Law enforcement is here, run!”

A chorus of shouting rang out from inside the factory.

Then came a burst of intense gunfire.

The drug traffickers knew well their deep crimes; being caught meant almost certain death.

Thus, they all took up arms in resistance, firing wildly at the law enforcement officers coming to arrest them.

It was kill or be killed.

Confronted with the drug traffickers’ suppressive fire, the law enforcement officers chose to temporarily avoid direct confrontation, not rushing in recklessly.

After all, there were drones outside the factory, the traffickers couldn’t escape.

Unlike the law enforcement officers, Lin Zichen didn’t choose to temporarily avoid the confrontation, instead, he charged through the hail of bullets toward the drug traffickers.

Unlike the ordinary flesh-and-blood law enforcement officers, his Biological Level was as high as Ordinary Ninth Rank, and his body had been tempered, extremely formidable, capable of withstanding even heavy sniper rifles, not fearing ordinary firearms.

Seeing this, Luo Yongjian, following behind, clenched his teeth and, his scalp tingling with nerves, also charged forward.

After all, as the provincial top scorer, he couldn’t show cowardice at such a time.

“Bang! Bang! Bang...”

Seeing the two men charge straight at them, the drug traffickers focused their firepower on suppressing them.

Bullets striking Lin Zichen’s body bounced off like they had hit steel, only managing to tear his clothes apart, unable to inflict any damage on him.

In contrast, Luo Yongjian was less fortunate.

Trying to impress but getting screwed instead, he was hit by several shots and his clothes were instantly stained red with spurting blood.

He cried out in pain.

He had no choice but to find some cover to hide and avoid the bullets.

By this time, Lin Zichen had already broken through to the traffickers’ side, kicking off a one-man show where each punch meant a takedown.

This kick, she put her full force into it, holding nothing back.

“Thump!”

That was all that was heard.

The trafficker’s head was kicked to pieces, spilling guts all over the ground.

Looking at the exploded head on the ground, Shen Qinghan felt uneasy, covering her mouth with her hand as she quickly found cover to hide behind, retching.

The brain matter flowed out, the scene was too bloody, she couldn’t handle it.

Lin Zichen glanced at her, not coming forward to offer comfort, leaving her to retch on her own.

This was a necessary part of growing, and she had to overcome it by herself.

...

More than ten minutes later.

The arrest operation concluded perfectly.

A total of 21 armed drug traffickers.

16 killed.

5 captured alive.

Conversely, among the law enforcement officers involved in the arrest operation, only 3 were wounded, with none lost.

The reason such a good outcome was achieved was mainly due to Lin Zichen.

He completely dominated the scene with his strength.

Once he took action, it was like descending from another dimension.

The drug traffickers hadn’t even fired many shots before they were continuously taken down by him.

“How does it feel?”

Outside the factory, Lin Zichen passed a bottle of water to Shen Qinghan.

Shen Qinghan took the water, removed her bulletproof helmet, revealing a head of shiny azure hair and a pretty face somewhat flushed from the rush of Qi-Blood.

She first unscrewed the cap, took a sip of water, and then spoke with a voice as calm as possible, “Inside the factory just now, I felt okay, but now that I’m outside, my legs are a bit weak.”

“Normal, my first time was pretty much like you are now, you’ll get used to it after a few more times.”

“When is the next time?”