blenderwars Chapter 3: I'll Decide Your Script, and the Reborn Individuals Are Completely Baffled!
Chapter 3: I'll Decide Your Script, and the Reborn Individuals Are Completely Baffled!
Donghai City, port, inside warehouse number seven.
Bright lights.
The air was thick with the smell of engine oil and gunpowder.
A dozen or so fierce-looking men were surrounding several huge wooden crates that had just been opened, their eyes gleaming with greed and excitement.
Inside the wooden crates, rows of brand-new assault rifles were neatly stacked, their dark muzzles gleaming with a chilling light.
There were also several boxes of pistols, bullets, and even a few rocket launchers next to it!
"Hahaha, this is great stuff! It's really great stuff!"
A burly man with a buzz cut was stroking a gun, his facial muscles trembling.
His name is Wang Hu. Before his rebirth, he was the leader of a small-scale survivor base in the apocalypse.
After being reborn, he used his memories to contact an underground arms smuggler he had known in his previous life and planned this deal.
He calls himself the "Arms King" and plans to build up his own armed force before the end of the world.
"With this shipment, once the apocalypse begins, I can directly seize the granaries and water plants in Donghai City and establish an impregnable base!"
Wang Hu, full of vigor, addressed his trusted confidants, who were also reborn individuals:
"Then, beautiful women, food, power—you'll have everything you could want!"
"Big Brother is wise!"
"If we follow our eldest brother, we'll definitely be able to rise above others in this life!"
The henchmen began to flatter him, their eyes filled with anticipation for the future.
On the other side, the smugglers who were trading with them were all smiles as they looked at the huge sum of gold that had just arrived in their phones.
"Boss Wang, it's a pleasure doing business with you."
"If you find any more of this great stuff in the future, I'll let you know first."
The smuggling boss extended his hand, ready to shake hands with Wang Hu.
Just as the transaction was completed and both parties were feeling triumphant, the deal was finalized.
boom!!!
A deafening roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!
The heavy iron door of the warehouse was blown open from the outside by a tremendous force!
The twisted sheet metal, streaked with sparks, flew inwards!
"Don't move!"
"police!!"
"Put down your weapons!!!"
Accompanied by a unified roar, dozens of special police officers, armed with riot shields and dressed in black combat uniforms, surged in like a tide!
They moved swiftly, and their tactical formations were textbook perfect.
Countless blinding infrared laser beams instantly locked onto the forehead and heart of everyone in the warehouse!
The entire warehouse fell into a deathly silence.
Wang Hu, who was just dreaming about the future a moment ago, was completely stunned!
He stared blankly at the entrance, at the national elites who exuded a chilling murderous aura, his mind a complete blank.
police?
Why are there police officers here?
The script is wrong!
In my previous life, this warehouse remained undiscovered until the apocalypse broke out, making it the safest black market trading point in the entire Donghai City!
Why?
Why do I always end up being caught red-handed by the police in this lifetime?
Could it be... that there's a traitor among the reborn?
"Damn it! Let's fight them!"
One of the smugglers realized what was happening and instinctively reached for the gun in the box.
"Bang!"
His response was a crisp, muffled sniper rifle shot.
The bullet pierced his wrist precisely, drawing a spray of blood!
"ah--"
A piercing scream shattered the silence and ignited the powder keg.
"Open fire! Take them down!"
Wang Hu's eyes were bloodshot as he roared and grabbed a rifle.
He knew that being caught meant certain death, so he had no choice but to fight to the death!
Gunfire erupted inside the warehouse!
However, this group of so-called "reborn" and ragtag smugglers is no match for the nation's elite forces!
Their resistance was nothing short of a joke in the face of the well-trained special police.
Precise bursts, seamless teamwork, and overwhelming firepower suppression.
The battle began quickly and ended even faster.
Less than three minutes.
Inside the warehouse, apart from groans, there wasn't a single person who could stand.
Wang Hu was pinned to the ground, his face covered in blood and dust, his eyes filled with endless humiliation and disbelief.
He just couldn't understand it.
Which part of the process went wrong?
after an hour
An encrypted operation report and a detailed list of weapons seized at the scene.
It was delivered to the desk of the top leader of the National Security Center in Beijing through the highest level of confidentiality.
The office was filled with smoke.
Several powerful figures, each with a Venus on their shoulders and capable of shaking the entire nation with a stomp of their feet, sat together, their expressions more solemn than ever before.
"Type 56 assault rifle, 198 pieces."
"Type 92 pistols, 150 pieces."
"Type 79 submachine gun, 450 pieces."
"8 RPG-7 rocket launchers, with 20 rockets attached."
"More than 100,000 rounds of bullets of various types in total."
A secretary read the list aloud, her voice trembling slightly.
This is no longer a simple arms smuggling operation.
This firepower configuration is really just like what was said in that tip-off call—enough to arm an entire regiment!
If we hadn't received intelligence beforehand, and this batch of weapons had entered society, it would have exploded a month later at that so-called "doomsday" point...
The consequences could be disastrous!
"Have the interrogation results been released?"
Sitting in the main seat, an elderly man with gray hair and sharp, eagle-like eyes asked in a deep voice.
He is the highest-ranking official in the national security system, Elder Long.
"It's out." Wang Qiang handed over a document, his expression solemn.
"The main culprit, Wang Hu, and several of his core subordinates all claim to be...reborn individuals."
"They said that a great catastrophe would strike the world in a month, and they did this to protect themselves and to fight for supremacy."
"Reborn..." Elder Long chewed on the word, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.
Anyone who says that is crazy.
When a group of heavily armed criminals caught on the spot say the same thing, the nature of the matter changes completely!
This proves that every word from that mysterious tip-off call was true!
"That young man on the phone..."
When Elder Long spoke slowly, the air in the entire office seemed to freeze.
"He not only knew about the deal, the exact time and place, but he even knew the term 'reborn'!"
"This means that he is either one of the reborn individuals, or a 'mole'."
"Or... he possesses intelligence sources we can't even imagine!"
Everyone held their breath, realizing the unfathomable value behind this mysterious whistleblower!
The other party is like a pair of God's eyes, able to see through all the crises lurking in the shadows!
Old Master Long slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.
His gaze swept over everyone present, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"Get me the recording of that phone call!"
Soon, the recording began to play in the quiet office.
"Hello, I want to report someone..."
That young, calm, and unwavering voice echoed in the ears of every bigwig.
After listening to the recording, Mr. Long remained silent for a long time.
He picked up the interrogation report and looked again at the shocking weapons list.
Finally, his gaze settled on the table.
It was as if I had traveled through time and space and seen the young man making the phone call.
"immediately!"
Elder Long's voice was resolute, carrying a hint of unwavering determination.
"Use all available resources! At any cost!"
"Find the young man who made the phone call!"