Investigation Report of the Gods

Chapter 143: Three Great Sequences

"Something's happened!"

At that moment outside Haifang Factory, the squad captain codenamed Mountain Crocodile had already shouted several times. After receiving no reply, his expression abruptly changed: "Someone has set up a second layer of disruption within our blockade point."

"Even our radio signals can’t penetrate this layer. I also can’t directly lock onto those D7 limiters."

The Doctor adjusted his glasses with his middle finger and calmly asked, "What kind of situation could cause this? What happens under such circumstances?"

Captain Mountain Crocodile was slightly surprised by the Doctor’s composure and urgently replied, "D7s are dangerous individuals. If they disobey orders, they must be eliminated on the spot. But now, I can’t destroy them!"

"As for what they’re doing..."

"...Damn it, those lunatics. Among the D7s, some even take pleasure in hunting down investigators. Some of them don’t fear consequences at all!"

Chubby Guy was also growing anxious: "D7s don’t have the ability to design another barrier within the blockade zone!"

The Doctor beside him remained calm, speaking indifferently, "Such a thing is quite simple. If someone bribed these D7s to target our investigators during the mission, they’d first have to figure out how to sever your remote control systems."

"Don’t forget, this is a relic smuggling hideout. Placing an object with barrier capabilities inside ahead of time, telling them its location so they can retrieve it during the mission, would suffice."

The squad captain was momentarily speechless: "Then you..."

The Doctor frowned slightly and said, "The real question now is, how much of a threat do these D7s pose to the investigator?"

The squad captain replied, "Ordinarily, not much. D7s face severe restrictions on their use of encrypted text spells, and their overall strength is generally lower than that of investigators."

"But these aren’t ordinary D7s. They’ve all participated in forbidden experiments. The powers of the Disaster Management Bureau’s three great sequences have all been tested on them!"

Chubby Guy, who hadn’t known this, stared wide-eyed upon hearing it.

Even the Doctor appeared a little surprised, pausing before saying, "Prepare to go in and rescue him. Though according to my calculations, he should be fine, the process still has to be followed."

The nearby execution members were momentarily stunned: "Why are you so confident?"

The Doctor said, "Because he didn’t bring Hei Hu. That means he’s confident. With his connections, it’s hard for anyone in the city to plot against him."

Chubby Guy still felt uneasy: "What if you’re wrong?"

"There’s no benefit in being wrong."

The Doctor picked up his suitcase and walked inside, speaking with a trace of regret: "The investigator license in our group isn’t inheritable..."

“...”

“...”

“Hm?”

Meanwhile, inside the storage room, Han Su and the three D7s saw Bowl-Cut Boy walk in. Both sides looked slightly stirred.

This guy, whose mouth naturally curved up slightly, always looked like he was smiling. When he was younger, he had a bowl-cut, and this smiling expression made him seem a bit slow-witted.

Now grown up and shaved bald, that slight smile made him appear somewhat mocking.

"You came too?"

Suddenly, Jackal spoke up urgently: "Brother, we’re all living on borrowed time. We got a good gig here—take out this investigator, the dog collars are blocked, and we all escape the city together!"

Bowl-Cut Boy showed no reaction. He simply glanced at the three D7s, then at the investigator, a contemplative look on his face.

Jackal didn’t give up trying to win him over, gritting his teeth: "D7s have hit the end of the line. We could be destroyed at any moment. And you? If you don’t join us, don’t regret it later!"

Bowl-Cut Boy raised his cuffed hand and dug into his ear.

"Pah!"

Iron Hook suddenly cursed in anger: "Forget him. If he interferes, kill him too!"

At that moment, his body was entwined with the power of the Banshee sequence, making his face increasingly pale, even covered in a layer of deathly gray. He looked like a bow drawn to the limit, about to unleash a fatal strike.

After spitting out the curse, he gave a look to Sawtooth and Jackal, signaling them to watch Bowl-Cut Boy, then moved like lightning.

He seemed to defy gravity, flying straight at Han Su. His face took on a fierce, terrifying hue, and it seemed even his fingers had grown sharp, deadly nails.

Han Su withdrew his gaze from Bowl-Cut Boy and swiftly reached behind him, lifting a black gun barrel.

Iron Hook’s ferocious expression suddenly cleared.

Even Sawtooth and Jackal, who had been preparing spells while recovering from their injuries in the corner, abruptly stopped chanting.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Han Su emptied his gun in one go. Sawtooth and Jackal, whose injuries hadn’t fully healed, had no time to dodge. Each took a bullet, spewing blood, relying solely on their remaining spiritual power to stay conscious.

Iron Hook let out a howl and backed off, grazed in the abdomen.

"This place is already locked down by you, right?"

Only then did Han Su holster his gun, smiling at them. Facing the trio with different expressions, he cracked his knuckles: "Then let’s have some fun."

"You son of a..."

The three were instantly enraged, coughing up more blood. Even Bowl-Cut Boy turned slightly toward Han Su, his gaze disapproving.

Han Su’s eyes turned cold as he holstered his gun.

If Bowl-Cut Boy hadn’t interrupted, he would’ve already snapped. He couldn’t waste the opportunity Miss Ai arranged for him...

If the painting earlier had been an unexpected bonus, these three D7s now showing their true wolfish nature, combined with this sealed environment, intrigued Han Su.

The mysterious power within his burned scar had been confirmed.

But right now, he could only activate the first phase of its application. To activate the second phase, he had to rely on Fisherman’s Chant.

Originally, he planned to recite Fisherman’s Chant loudly and leave the city. But now that they’d sealed off this area, it had become the safest possible battleground...

What he needed now were opponents with high mental activity to deepen his understanding.

Even these individuals had been carefully selected—heinous criminals he could kill without remorse...

Miss Ai’s arrangement—was it perhaps overkill?

Of course, understanding was one thing; caution was another. These three D7s were strange through and through, and there were more of them. Giving them a round of bullets before the real fight didn’t delay his training.

It also signaled Bowl-Cut Boy: I’m hitting them, not you—know your place.

...

"Courting death!"

As thoughts raced through his mind, Iron Hook saw Han Su put away the gun and lunged, eyes sharp. The gray shadow surrounding him fluttered, and even the wound on his stomach seemed to no longer hinder his movement. He drew a short blade and struck at Han Su.

The Banshee sequence summoned a banshee projection, increasing his speed and making his movements erratic—nearly impossible to track by eye.

Iron Hook clenched his jaw, scolding himself internally: ‘Why was I afraid earlier? Once the Banshee’s power is unleashed, who could react fast enough to stop me? I should’ve charged in...’

Still, he had hesitated at the sight of the gun, and that fear had gotten him shot.

Facing the deadly blade, Han Su stepped forward abruptly:

【Giant’s Eye!】

A white gleam flashed in his right eye.

With a terrifying power descending from the heavens and an indistinct drumming sound that blurred reality, Iron Hook felt like he’d plunged into glue—warm and strangely comforting.

But that comfort was quickly replaced by terror. He looked down in shock.

His body, once cloaked in the Banshee’s eerie gray aura, was now shedding that very aura as he charged at Han Su.

He had taken two steps with a fierce momentum, but now he felt his strength fading.

‘He stripped away the Banshee projection?!’

Realizing the danger, he tried to retreat, but Han Su suddenly stepped forward, clenched his left fist, and smashed it into Iron Hook’s wounded belly, nearly rupturing his intestines, folding him like a shrimp.

Next, Han Su kneed him in the chest, slamming him backward mid-air, then grabbed his head with his left hand, holding him aloft.

On the back of Han Su’s hand, a bronze-colored cross-shaped scar faintly emerged.

Han Su stared into Iron Hook’s eyes and asked coldly, "Who used a spell to sign a contract with you?"

"Let go of my brother..."

From the wall, Jackal and Sawtooth were hurriedly trying to use Devil’s Kiss to heal, their bodies still twitching with regenerating flesh. Slower in movement, they began chanting loudly upon seeing Iron Hook held up.

Suddenly, the air was thick with a foul stench.

Being in Haifang Factory, there was already a rotting fishbone odor. Now it was even more pungent.

A blue-gray gas appeared in the air, expanding and writhing like a living thing, eerily wrapping around Han Su.

Sea Beast?

Han Su speculated silently. He wasn’t sure which encrypted spell from the Sea Beast sequence this was, but knew the sequence always carried a strong fishy smell.

"Good."

He crushed Iron Hook’s skull and, as promised, hurled the body forward.