Chapter Forty-Nine: The Dog-Slaying Teleportation Technique

After the usual scolding, Baozi, sporting a black eye, ran joyfully down the street, while Ninth Sister floated along with both hands tucked into her sleeves, lacking a tangible body to run beside Baozi.

The aura of misfortune naturally exuded from their human form caused everyone to instinctively avert their gaze. Among the bustling flow of vehicles, not a single soul noticed Baozi dashing along the roadside.

“Why did you wake me so late?” Ninth Sister asked icily.

Baozi’s eyes darted. “Heh, I lost my memory!”

“Nonsense! That’s my skill, not yours. Just because I’m now in an ionic state, bound to your soul, doesn’t mean all that’s left of me is a dog’s memory!”

Baozi protested, “Dogs are smart, you know!”

Ninth Sister snorted. “Cut the crap. Have you found out where the protagonist is?”

Baozi licked his face and replied, “Well… no! Last night was chaotic, everyone’s gone mad—they’re not even killing people, just hunting dogs. What did we ever do to them? I was just staking out a spot in a corner when a bunch of black thugs blew my head off. Who am I supposed to complain to…”

“Get to the point!” Ninth Sister’s spiritual pressure was suffocating.

“I’m getting there, I’m getting there!” Baozi panted, but then caught sight of a tantalizing golden puddle. The distinct aroma was irresistible, stirring a longing deep within him. Yet, mindful of the violent ghost by his side, Baozi made the wise choice.

He walked with head held high, eyes fixed ahead, but his pace slowed considerably, his breath coming in short, rapid bursts.

“In short, the situation is dire. This mission covers an enormous area. There are at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, smuggler ships sneaking in every year. Defense battles aren’t really our thing!”

Ninth Sister’s face darkened. “Where are we?”

Baozi paused. “The Elysium Zone!”

“And what is our mission?”

“To stop the universal medical pod from reaching Earth!”

“Then what’s the problem? Why are you rambling about nonsense and courting death?” Ninth Sister’s eyes flashed as she swung a fist.

Bang!

“Ouch!” Baozi spun through the air, his eyes now perfectly symmetrical.

“You stupid mutt! The Elysium Zone is a future realm teeming with high-level authorities and formidable military defenses. The smugglers’ ships are merely the result of bribery and backroom deals—it means nothing to us. As long as we enter the Elysium Zone and take control of the main system, we can easily complete our mission, whether it’s launching defensive missiles or igniting the thrusters to blast the whole zone into space. Do you understand?”

Grabbing Baozi by the leg, Ninth Sister hoisted him upside down. Terrified, Baozi struggled and nodded frantically.

“Don’t look! Don’t look! Show some respect, that’s my privacy!”

“Shut it. I’ll kill you right now, and once you’re reborn, call me out immediately so I can check the terrain. If it’s not the Elysium Zone, then keep dying until you get there!”

She flung Baozi to the ground. He curled up in a miserable ball, his innocence forever lost.

“And if you ever summon me again using your dog urine, I’ll neuter you!”

Baozi shuddered. Ninth Sister drew a line with her finger, and Baozi was instantly decapitated.

His dog head spun through the air, mouth opening and closing, but the final words never came out.

Thud!

The head hit the ground. Baozi was dead.

On a small island in the Pacific, Baozi suddenly awoke. “Wait, I also spotted someone across the way…”

He was startled to find his young master gripping his leash, face frozen in terror. The child’s tongue trembled twice before a piercing scream erupted.

Baozi clapped his paws over his ears and crashed to the ground, his tears flowing. “I hate noise. Hell is empty; the devils are here on Earth!”

Ninth Sister appeared just in time to see the child fleeing in terror, sobs echoing faintly in the distance.

“What did you do?” she asked.

Baozi replied blankly, “Standard procedure.”

Ninth Sister floated around the island.

“The Pacific. Again!”

Swish! Baozi’s head fell.

“New Zealand. Again!”

Swish! Baozi’s head fell.

“Wait—”

“Iran. Again!”

Swish! Baozi’s head fell.

“Couldn’t you just—”

“New York. Again!”

Swish! Baozi’s head fell.

“Let me—”

Swish!

“Finish—”

Swish!

“A sentence—”

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

…

While the ghost girl and the dog traveled the world, refreshing resurrection points, Gao Ning and Lisa had just seen off the government officials.

They had arrived with stern faces and left the same way.

The two had been wary during the visit, but jubilant once the guests departed.

Lisa stared incredulously at the check in her hand. “They actually blamed all the deaths in the area on us. Oh Lord, I never thought the government could do something right for once. Three hundred thousand, Gao Ning! We just got three hundred thousand dollars for nothing, plus ownership of this hotel. Add in the loot we collected, and we’ve made over two million last night. Damn, I hope this isn’t just a dream!”

After a brief bout of excitement, Gao Ning suddenly realized that money meant nothing to him—he couldn’t take it with him anyway.

So he merely nodded and calmly sipped his drink.

Luck was on his side; in the dead boss’s room he’d found a small liquor cabinet stocked with high-end spirits.

Gao Ning picked the most eye-catching bottle, opened it, and savored the taste of the future.

He glanced at the Red Alert screen; the summon timer had just finished. He was about to click deploy when he noticed something odd on the minimap.

It was an intercontinental map?

Not only did it cover all of North America, but it also included vast stretches of ocean.

A thought struck Gao Ning. He asked, “Lisa, do you know where the factory that assembles mechanical police is located?”

Lisa looked utterly bewildered. “What’s that?”

Gao Ning facepalmed. “Forget I asked.”

Honestly, what was he thinking? She was a night worker; she’d avoid mechanical police at all costs, let alone know anything about them.

The newly rich streetwalker didn’t care. She just kept grinning at the check like a fool.

Bang!

Old Gao kicked the door open, a cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes half-closed in a look of utter despair. He had a monitor tucked under his left arm and his right hand clamped tightly around the neck of a bespectacled man.

Old Gao wasn’t using much force, but his grip was so precise that, though the man could still breathe, it was uncomfortable enough to make walking a struggle, let alone resist.

“Ace?” Lisa gasped, covering her mouth.

“What’s going on?” asked Gao Ning.

“Found him rummaging for computers. This guy was sneaking around stealing electronics, groggy and wearing glasses. He’s almost certainly a tech geek, so I just brought him back,” Old Gao said, as casually as if he’d just returned from grocery shopping.

Gao Ning’s face darkened.

“Lisa, save me! This guy’s a maniac—he nearly broke my back. Come on, Lisa, I’m a regular customer. Save me!” the bespectacled man pleaded, his eyes bulging.

Lisa turned and said, “Do me a favor!”

Gao Ning waved his hand. “Let him go…”

“Break his back!”

Gao Ning: (⊙ˍ⊙)!!

The bespectacled man: (⊙ˍ⊙)!!

“You bastard! Not only do you owe me thirteen times, but you also threw my clothes out the window. Too bad I didn’t run into you last night, or else…”

Lisa smiled coldly.

The bespectacled man shivered, then quickly straightened up. “Boss, just tell me what you want done. I guarantee I’ll get it done!”