From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 326 Obstacle
Early the next morning.

Gilan and two other groups of gravediggers left the underground miasma shelter in the western military district of the town and drove to Blood Harbor.

After nearly twenty minutes of driving, the vehicle slowly entered the northern area, close to the port dock.

Jilan was sitting in the passenger seat, he looked up and saw a scarlet harbor from the window.

Under the gloomy sky, the sea of ​​blood appeared dark red, which was quite disturbing.

There was no one on the shore, only some empty piers and a few damaged but unattended small fishing boats.

Several huge metal cranes are stained with blood from dragging the red whale in the past. They have not been washed clean yet and are covered with black spots.

A gust of wind blew by, shaking the heavy boom, making a loud, sharp creaking sound.

A pungent fishy smell penetrated into Gilan's nostrils through the car window, making him frown slightly.

Not long after.

Nine black military pickup trucks stopped at the dock, and Gillan and others got out one after another.

Lieutenant Colonel Torre was accompanied by two teams of fifty soldiers, all of whom were fully armed, wearing helmets and military uniforms, and carrying guns and live ammunition. They wore anti-miasma masks on their faces and took an anti-miasma medicine before setting off to fight against the high concentration of miasma.

"Ms. Theresa, everyone, please follow me."

Lieutenant Colonel Torre raised his hand and motioned for everyone to go to the dock on the side of the pier.

"The requisitioned medium-sized whaling ship is temporarily parked in the Blood Harbor Dock."

"Yes." Ms. Theresa nodded.

She glanced back at Maiev, who was still sitting in the car, and she smiled and gestured back.

In the pickup truck driven by Maeve were the twelve "D1" whale oil batteries that she and Gillan had found at the McMillan Energy plant.

The black pickup truck followed the crowd all the way to the dock gate.

Lieutenant Colonel Torre took out a walkie-talkie from his chest and said:

"Team Seven, report the situation."

The intercom made a rustling sound, and then a soldier's muffled voice came:

"Everything is fine, sir."

"Very good." Lieutenant Colonel Torre said and put the walkie-talkie back into his chest pocket.

He took the lead and walked into the dock gate, and everyone followed closely behind him and went all the way inside.

However, the huge factory was empty.

"Something's wrong..." Lieutenant Colonel Torre's face changed and he raised his arm and gestured.

Swish!
The accompanying soldiers immediately raised their guns and looked around vigilantly.

"Where are the soldiers stationed here?"

The lieutenant colonel turned and questioned the adjutant.

The latter was startled and said quickly:

"Sir, I was in contact with Team 7 when I came here, and everything is normal... And didn't you just ask over the radio?"

Hearing this, Colonel Torre took out his intercom again, pressed the red button, and said in a deep voice:

"Team Seven, report the situation again."

blah blah...

The soldier's voice came:
"Everything is fine, sir."

The tone and speed were almost exactly the same as before.

Lieutenant Colonel Torre suddenly felt something was wrong. He was silent for a few seconds and then asked:
"State your identification number, soldier."

"Everything is fine, sir."

In an instant, Colonel Torre and the adjutant beside him all changed their expressions slightly.

Ms. Theresa frowned slightly.

And gravediggers like Renault, Mugur and Kaya also looked at each other with fixed eyes.

There is obviously something wrong with the "soldier" on the radio!
"Go in and take a look!"

Lieutenant Colonel Torre waved his hand and gave the order.

The soldiers, holding guns and marching with heavy steps, rushed forward in an orderly manner.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps, followed by a bang, and the leading lieutenant kicked open the big iron gate and led the team in.

A smell of blood wafted into my nose.

"Damn it!" The adjutant cursed under his breath when he saw the scene in the factory. "All the members of the Seventh Squad were killed!"

Colonel Torre and Ms. Theresa walked in front, and Gillan followed the other gravediggers in.

What caught the eye were the broken limbs and bloodstains on the walls and the ground.

The dozen soldiers originally stationed here were all confirmed dead. One of the soldiers was sitting in the corner with a walkie-talkie in his chest pocket, which was flashing green light.

A thin white snake emerged from his left eye socket, opening and closing its mouth towards the intercom, spitting out information and speaking in a human voice:

"Everything is fine, sir."

The voice was exactly the same as that of the man wearing the anti-miasma mask, and there was no way to tell the difference.

It made everyone present's hair stand on end.

"What is this stuff?!"

Lieutenant Colonel Torre stared at the soldier's corpse, a white snake emerging from his eye sockets and his pupils trembling.

The soldiers around pointed their guns at this strange creature that spoke human language.

Jilan recognized this thing as the "Autumn Parasite".

Snapped!
Ms. Theresa took a step forward and made a lightning-fast move, accurately grasping the white snake's thin neck and pulling it out of the soldier's eye socket.

blah-

The tail of the white snake was actually made of root-like blood vessels and nerve tissue. Once Theresa forcibly pulled it out, blood splattered everywhere. In a few seconds, it lost its vitality and collapsed like mud.

Ms. Theresa put the white snake's body in a box and handed it to Renault, as if she was going to take it back for research.

“It’s an ancient parasite.”

Then she turned and said to Lieutenant Colonel Torre.

"During my investigation, I discovered that the Blood Harbor Gang was secretly researching this parasite... Perhaps the soldier in charge of guarding the dock was killed by them."

"They don't take our military seriously at all!"

Lieutenant Colonel Torre seemed to be aware of what the Blood Harbor Gang had done and his expression looked grim.

Theresa pointed to one side with a blank expression.

"The Blood Harbor Gang is deliberately hindering our operations."

Everyone turned their heads to look in the direction the lady pointed.

In the empty square pit, a medium-sized whaling ship was hung by a crane, looking tattered and its hull had suffered serious damage.

Lieutenant Colonel Torre ordered several soldiers to jump onto the boat for inspection.

After a while, the soldiers came to report.

"Report to the commander, the engine of this medium-sized whaling ship has been damaged by external forces and can no longer be started normally."

"Damn..."

Lieutenant Colonel Torre looked unhappy.

The two groups of gravediggers also frowned.

The whaling ship they had finally found was destroyed, so even if they collected whale oil batteries, it would be of no use.

This mission is stuck here.

"Does your military have any more ships? Send one to escort us out."

Ms. Theresa spoke calmly.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am."

Lieutenant Colonel Torre said in a deep voice.

"The whale oil batteries used by military ships are specially made, but the McMillan Energy Plant has stopped production, cutting off the supply. Our backup energy has also been consumed, causing the military to have long lost control of the waters near Blood Harbor."

He looked at Ms. Theresa's gloomy expression and quickly added:
"The parliament should have a lot of small fishing boats. We can ask them for help. Although small fishing boats cannot sail far, a journey of more than 3 nautical miles should not be a problem as long as we have some 'C' batteries on board."

"Yes." Ms. Theresa responded indifferently. "Mr. Colonel, please inform the local council and ask them to send someone to contact us. The sooner the better. We don't have time to waste."

"Okay, ma'am." Lieutenant Colonel Torre took a deep breath and signaled to his adjutant, who quickly took out his radio and sent a message to the underground miasma shelter.

About an hour later.

Two cars drove up to the dock gate.

Eight people came down from above.

They were all dressed in suits and wearing anti-miasma masks, and they were obviously official personnel.

"Mr. Colonel, Ms. Theresa, I am Councilman Royce of the Late Autumn Town Council, and this is my secretary and clerk."

A middle-aged man in the lead walked forward with a smile on his face.

"I rushed over after receiving the notification... I heard that you were in need of small fishing boats. The Council just happened to collect a batch of them after the miasma outbreak and temporarily parked them at the Blood Harbor Shipyard."

"It's just that in order to maintain the energy costs of the underground miasma shelter during this period, whale oil batteries are really in short supply."

Royce was embarrassed.

Kaya took a step forward and was about to scold.

Ms. Theresa raised her hand to stop her and said to the congressman calmly:

"The Imperial Special Operations Department has the highest priority. Please cooperate... There is no need to allocate too much energy. Only the whale oil batteries needed for a small fishing boat to go back and forth are needed."

"This..." Royce hesitated. "Sorry, I may not be able to make the decision. I need to call the parliament to discuss it. After all, energy is too scarce."

"If there is a lack of battery supply, the parliament's underground miasma shelter may not be able to operate. There are nearly a thousand survivors there."

He raised his eyes and saw twelve large "D1" whale oil batteries piled in the corner, and his eyes lit up.

"How about you give those whale oil batteries to our council, and we will exchange them with 'C3 type'... they are not needed by small fishing boats anyway."

Ms. Theresa fell silent.

Although Colonel Torre felt that the parliament was asking for trouble by taking advantage at such a critical moment, there seemed to be no other way at the moment.

The reason given by the parliament was also very reasonable. In order to protect nearly a thousand survivors, they were unwilling to use the scarce energy.

"You don't understand what the 'Second Level Nightmare Monument' actually means..."

Ms. Theresa sighed and shook her head.

"Mr. Royce, you can take these 'D1' whale oil batteries, but please send the 'C3' batteries needed for the small fishing boats as soon as possible."

"Thank you for your generosity, ma'am."

Royce's face lit up with joy and he said quickly.

"Don't worry, we will deliver the battery as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the secretary and several clerks worked together to move the pile of "D1 type" whale oil batteries into the car.

At this time, Maiev frowned and walked forward, whispering:

"Ms. Theresa, that was the whale oil battery we found with great difficulty..."

"The whaling ship has been destroyed, so there is no point in keeping it."

Ms. Theresa said sullenly.

"We have only one goal, and that is to set sail as soon as possible! We can't delay any longer!"

Jilan stood aside, but remained silent.

He felt that it was all too coincidental.

The medium-sized whaling ship was destroyed overnight, and the people in the parliament used the excuse of justice to divide up the batch of "Type D1" whale oil batteries.

Jilan thought of the information he got from "Midnight Rose" last night. The Deep Autumn Town Council had already colluded with the Blood Harbor Gang, so the scene before him was most likely their plan.

"and many more."

He suddenly spoke.

Everyone present was stunned.

The secretary and several clerks who were carrying the batteries stopped, but Congressman Royce waved his hand, signaling them not to worry and to continue carrying.

He then turned around and said with a flattering smile:
"What's the matter, sir?"

"I said stop."

Jilan said coldly with a blank expression.

As he spoke, he took out the alchemical revolver "Echo" from his waist and pointed it at the forehead of the middle-aged congressman.

"If you don't stop when I count to three, you will die."

"This……"

Congressman Royce looked at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him and his pupils shrank.

He noticed the blond young man's cold eyes and knew that if he didn't do as he was told, he might really be shot in the head.

"Secretary Fabrique, please stop!"

Councillor Royce said loudly.

At this time, the people who were carrying the "D1 type" whale oil batteries stopped their actions, turned their heads to look at this scene, and dared not say a word.

Lieutenant Colonel Torre, a group of soldiers, and even gravediggers such as Renault, Mugur and Maiev, all looked at Gilan silently, unaware of his intentions.

However, after Ms. Theresa waved her hand, no one spoke up to stop it.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Congressman Royce wiped his sweat and asked in confusion.

Gilan turned his head and said to Colonel Torre:

"Send someone to the Blood Harbor Shipyard to see if what he said is true... I doubt there is any reserve of small fishing boats there."

Hearing this, Councillor Royce's face changed slightly, and he quickly said:

"How can this be!"

"Shut up." Jilan said coldly. "I now suspect you of treason. Kneel down immediately, or I will shoot you on the spot."

"How dare you treat a councillor like this?!"

Royce felt extremely humiliated and said angrily.

Click.

Gillan did not answer, but silently pulled the hammer.

Royce's heart was beating fast, but he didn't dare to risk his life. He gritted his teeth, frowned, and slowly knelt down.

"Captain Torre?"

Jilan said calmly without even turning his head.

"I have evidence that the Deep Autumn Town Council is colluding with the Blood Harbor gang... Could it be that your military is also involved?"

"You are not so naive as to think that if we don't take action, it means that we are incapable of killing all of you, right?"

Upon hearing this, Colonel Tore's expression tensed.

"Mr. Gillan, don't misunderstand me!"

He quickly gestured and asked his adjutant to lead a team of soldiers to the Blood Harbor Shipyard on the other side of the dock.

After a while.

The adjutant led his men back, sweating all over, his face pale, and he said anxiously:
"Sir, there are indeed more than twenty small fishing boats stored at the shipyard."

Everyone's expressions relaxed.

However, the adjutant immediately added:
"But the engines of those fishing boats were all damaged, and not a single one could sail normally..."

"What a calculation." Lady Theresa sneered. "They are determined to hinder our actions."

At this moment, Jilan suddenly heard a ding sound.

His spiritual vision opened up on its own, and he "saw" a golden exclamation mark appear above his head.

Even Ms. Theresa, a 4th-level Kyushu who was standing next to her, did not notice the exclamation mark.

Gilan's eyes moved.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom! !

Congressman Royce, who was kneeling on the ground, had his head blown off on the spot, with blood and bones splattering everywhere.

(End of this chapter)