Big Data Cultivation - Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Sudden Outburst (Asking for monthly votes to ensure a minimum)

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Ever since the Deng Family Brothers followed Brother Bao and left, Lang Zhen was the only one left in the surveillance room. Later, Feng Jun borrowed two more people from the Tian Family to help watch over the surveillance room during the day.

Liu Feifei volunteered to guard the surveillance room during the first half of the night, handing over the latter half of the shift to Lang Zhen.

Lone Wolf stated that he was accustomed to lying low during the day and moving by night, so working through the night was really no big deal for him.

Little did he expect that the day after she took over, an incident occurred in the surveillance room.

Feng Jun followed Liu Feifei to the surveillance room and looked at what she was pointing to, only to be startled, “You’re watching with this?”

In his surveillance room, there was actually a high-power night-vision telescope, but neither Brother Bao nor the Yu Family members were aware of its existence.

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Only Lang Zhen and the Deng Family Brothers knew of this device, and now there was one more person who did—Feifei.

Observing with the night-vision telescope was quite taxing, especially since there were many people moving around the small courtyard. It wasn’t easy to spot anything out of the ordinary—let alone the eye strain involved.

Yet Liu Feifei proved to be truly capable, for she had detected something amiss despite the challenging conditions.

When Feng Jun looked through the telescope, he was startled again, “This is… three miles away?”

Observing from three miles away under night-vision conditions was extraordinarily difficult due to the high demand for precision and the increased workload. Moreover, such equipment and observational capabilities were of a military grade.

Feng Jun saw that, about three miles away, there were two white figures standing and talking to each other.

Fortunately, the weather these past few days was excellent. Although it was a bit cold, there wasn’t any wind or snow, which meant the night-vision imaging wasn’t interfered with, making observations relatively easy.

After watching for a while, Feng Jun was finally certain that these two people were gesturing towards the direction of his own yard.

It wasn’t quite midnight yet, but it was already around eleven o’clock at night according to Earth Realm time. Due to the cold weather, the night market only had about two thousand people, and most of them had already gone home.

People returning home in pairs or small groups could appear anywhere, so these two could possibly be just a couple amongst them.

The location where they were, by the riverside, was not a place people usually went to at night, but who could guarantee… that these two weren’t a couple of wild mandarin ducks?

The telescope Feng Jun had purchased had a high magnification, but it still wasn’t of military grade, so it wasn’t possible to discern the gender of these two individuals.

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Feng Jun gave it some thought and then touched Liu Feifei’s hair, “Hmm, you’ve worked hard, Feifei. Go and quietly bring Uncle Lang here.”

Soon, Lang Zhen arrived at the surveillance room. He had intended to rest up for his shift later in the night, but now that he was called over unexpectedly, he looked extraordinarily alert and didn’t show the slightest sign of fatigue.

It’s said that some individuals are naturally nocturnal creatures with a strong propensity for initiating action.

Feng Jun pointed out the two people to him, “Feifei thinks there’s something wrong with them, and I agree.”

After observing for a while, Lang Zhen gave Liu Feifei an appreciative glance and then nodded, “She’s not wrong; there’s definitely something off. Do you want me to capture them?”

Feng Jun frowned and spoke, “I have a feeling the one on the left might be an Innate Expert; his stature rises and falls.”

“Indeed,” Lang Zhen’s observational skills were not a bit inferior to Feng Jun’s, even though he didn’t use the telescope often, he had noticed that the person’s feet seemed to float, which was likely due to the levitation ability of an Innate Expert.

He certainly knew that he was no match for an Innate Expert, “It’s just… we don’t have many other options. Divine Doctor, I’m afraid you’re not in a position to take on an Innate Expert right now, I should go and probe first.”

“An Innate Expert… I think I can give it a try,” Feng Jun nodded, “Here, I might actually be able to take him down.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Lang Zhen looked at him in surprise, “Let’s just do it. Do we need to notify them first or something?”

Lone Wolf, although very respectful of Divine Doctor, had a naturally sharp tongue. In the army and the Escort Agency, he was straightforward, so sometimes he couldn’t control his own mouth.

Feng Jun hesitated briefly before speaking again, “What if they’re not harboring malicious intent? Would that not be harming the wrong people?”

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“That’s just…” Lang Zhen’s mouth twitched, and he shook his head helplessly, the Divine Doctor’s character was still not ruthless enough.

In his view, the fact that these two people were out in the wilderness in the dead of night was provocation enough, suggesting they were courting death. On such a cold night, not returning home to sleep, what could they possibly be up to?

Whether it was the military camp he once belonged to or the highly vigilant Escort Bureau, encountering such suspicious hostility usually meant showing no mercy—if you were lenient, you might pay an unbearable price.

Indeed, the first lesson the people of this world needed to learn was survival; to ensure one’s own life, one could not be too courteous to others, and showing excessive mercy was a cardinal sin.

However, Lang Zhen couldn’t really say that Feng Jun was completely wrong. After all, being a bit more magnanimous as a person was never a mistake, so he could only ask again, “How about this, then? I’ll go investigate quietly. Once I’m certain, you can make your move, okay?”

Feng Jun knew the unsaid part of what Lone Wolf had meant earlier.

He had to admit, the way he handled things was not as ruthless as the people from this plane. But there was no helping it; the plane where he grew up was one that placed a greater emphasis on legal systems—at least a bit more than here.

The legal system here was of the “having rules is better than no rules at all” kind.

So he could only sigh, “I always feel it’s better to kill fewer innocents… Do you have confidence in sneaking past an Innate High-Rank martial master?”

I truly don’t have this confidence, Lang Zhen secretly sighed. An Innate High-Rank martial master… He was certainly not qualified to come into contact with such beings in normal days.

In this life, he had only seen Innate High-Rank martial masters three times, and two of those times were from afar.

The last time… was when Luo Wendao was taken out by Feng Jun.

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However, he couldn’t very well say that; he had to express his assurance confidently, “I may not brag about other things, but speaking of hiding and disappearing, even high-rank martial masters may not be better than me, especially now at night… Divine Doctor, you just relax.”

Feng Jun could relax? No way. Seeing Lang Zhen gather his things and walk out of the courtyard, he immediately closed the courtyard door. Picking up the high-powered binoculars, he moved along the corridor to a dark corner, and with a leap, quietly made his way onto the rooftop.

The spot he chose was also carefully planned, with a slightly protruding platform that was placed right behind a searchlight. The strong light could cause a great visual contrast.

At night, the darkness in this spot would be greatly magnified, making it really hard to be spotted from the outside.

Feng Jun set up the night-vision scope and took out a Barrett sniper rifle, setting it up on its stand. Although the weapon had a far range and powerful damage, the distance of one thousand five hundred meters was no joke, and he had to prepare in advance.

It wasn’t just about the adage of missing by a millimeter and being off by a mile; even a little breeze could significantly affect the bullet’s trajectory.

Feng Jun had used the Barrett before and had fought his way out in a deadly ambush. His shooting skills were honed, but even at this range, he couldn’t afford to be careless, especially at night.

After roughly adjusting the weapon, he thought for a moment, then set up a mortar as well, laying out five shells—though he doubted he’d have the opportunity to fire more than three.

The agility of martial artists in this plane was indeed a bit too high.

While adjusting the mortar, he ordered Feifei in a deep voice, “Lock the courtyard door from the inside. If anyone tries to force their way in later, kill without mercy!”

Feifei didn’t have the ability to kill, but she did have the capacity to warn.

Lang Zhen was an old scout, and he left the courtyard boldly—there were no secret doors to enter or exit the yard anyway. After crossing the uninhabited stretch, he began to casually stroll through the night market as if nothing had happened.

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After wandering around for a while, he frowned, then clutched his stomach and darted into the darkness; it looked as though he had a stomachache.

Feng Jun’s night-vision telescope was no joke. Before long, he spotted Lang Zhen’s white figure carefully approaching within five or six hundred meters of those two men.

At this distance, it was difficult to hear conversation clearly, but in reality, it was already quite dangerous. One should know that martial artists could launch a surprise attack from such distances, let alone an opponent who was an Innate Expert.

Lang Zhen seemed to be aware of this too. He bent over and slowed his pace, moving with extremely slow and deliberate motions.

The closer he got to the opponent, the slower he moved. When he approached within two hundred meters of them, he was practically inching forward. If Feng Jun hadn’t been watching him closely, it would have been impossible to detect any movement.

About ten minutes later, Lang Zhen had only moved a mere ten meters or so, and there seemed to be a trend of slowing down even further.

He was indeed a crafty old hand. Just for that level of patience and caution, he was truly commendable.

Even Feng Jun, who was generally cautious, was getting a bit impatient.

Just as he was losing patience, suddenly, catastrophe struck.

From the ground, a white figure burst forth, weapon in hand, viciously attacking Lone Wolf.

As for what kind of weapon it was, the night vision was unable to distinguish, but from the swinging and chopping motions, it seemed to be a blade or an axe of some sort.

Feng Jun’s reaction was top-notch. The moment he saw the other party rise to attack, he dove for the Barrett and, sighting the figure who was likely an Innate Expert in the night-vision scope, pulled the trigger.

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Strictly speaking, the Barrett wasn’t supposed to be fired so hastily from one thousand five hundred meters away. It would take a long time to aim properly, and one would need to hold their breath: even the slightest tremor in the lungs could cause the bullet to miss by two or three meters.

But Feng Jun was now a high-rank martial master himself, and it had been some time since his advancement. His body’s coordination and stability were unmatched by normal people, and his muscle memory was incredibly strong.

Particularly interesting was that the Innate Expert seemed very surprised by this sudden turn of events. He just slightly leaped higher by half a meter, turning his head to the side, trying to see what exactly had happened.

Of course, it was also possible that he trusted his cultivation level so much that he didn’t take any protective measures.

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