Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1177: Chapter 687: The Spy Bureau’s Oath of Allegiance

“The mouse tide is here again!” someone on the lookout shouted hoarsely, banging a frying pan with an iron rod.

The voice from the tall building was hoarse, as if the vocal cords would give out under the pressure any second.

The banging sounds were three short and one long, a signal of mouse tide assaulting. The numbers are greater than last time, last time it was only two short and one long!

Qing Chen looked up and saw Zhang Mengchan.

This must be Xiao Mengqiu who volunteered to stand watch. The mouse tide could walk in the shadows, but as long as he stood in a conspicuous place, once the mouse tide saw him, they’d be exposed.

This is Xiao Mengqiu’s sixth sense.

The families left behind on the defense line heard Zhang Mengchan’s warning and also began to shout, “The mouse tide is here!”

One shout after another passed on into the distance.

Families who were sleeping immediately sat up, instinctively reaching for a cleaver next to them.

Some wounded at the medical point, getting their bandages wrapped, stood up to leave, not minding their unbandaged wounds, causing temporary nurses to chase after them.

Not only the Parents’ Meeting, but tens of thousands of refugees finally picked up weapons and swung their knives during the mouse tide attack, bandaging each other afterwards.

Many young refugees began asking their families: How to join you if we survive?

The families said reservedly: It’s not just anyone who can join, there’s an assessment.

Everyone on the defense line was unlike the Federal Army. They didn’t know each other a few days ago, but today they were united to live and die together.

There were no trained soldiers, only people fighting for a breath.

Qing Chen frowned and asked, “How long ago was the last mouse tide?”

Qing Yi: “An hour.”

“Basically organized one wave and came rushing,” Qing Chen sighed and said, “The following attacks will be more continuous.”

“Sir, has the mouse tide been controlled by Jindai Chika?” Qing Yi asked curiously.

“Not sure, but I guess not yet. Now the mice come intermittently, still intending to drain our energy and wear us down. If Jindai Chika had controlled it, the mouse tide would be more frenzied. The Rat King would still care for its citizens, but Jindai Chika wouldn’t care about the mice. As long as he took down District 3, he could naturally supplement new food and breed more mice.”

At this moment, the mouse tide surged in.

The defense line of District 3 was instantly breached in several places.

The families, refugees were too exhausted to exert themselves as energetically as they had at the start.

Qing Chen ran toward the breached defense line: “Rescue.”

But before they could support it, a bunch of middle-aged people suddenly rushed from behind, with clothes wrapped around their necks, swinging stools to fill the breach, frantically smashing the mice to death, then pushing the defense line back!

Qing Chen slowly stopped as he saw this scene.

The Parents’ Meeting was gradually inspiring everyone with their lives, making them understand…

The New World needs everyone to kill off their former cowardice, to become new heroes, perhaps this is the purpose of the Parents’ Meeting.

S members also charged at the front line, forming a mobile unit with their formidable prowess, shoring up wherever gaps appeared.

Not knowing how long they killed, not knowing how many people were carried to the back.

According to Qing Shuli’s incomplete statistics, in 6 days, more than 130,000 casualties had occurred in District 3, including family members from the Parents’ Meeting, as well as refugees.

Countdown to return: 22:29:01.

“Qing Yi, let’s fight our way out,” Qing Chen calmly said.

“Hmm? Sir, aren’t we waiting for the mouse tide to retreat?” Qing Yi’s scalp tingled.

“No more waiting, Kunlun can’t wait,” Qing Chen said, “Spy Bureau!”

“Here!”

The 29 masters of the Spy Bureau behind Qing Yi responded.

“Let’s go,” Qing Chen said, “The first target is the PCE headquarters, to assist the Kunlun organization in evacuation.”

Qing Chen looked at Xiao San: “Can you hold on?”

He asked for the second time.

Xiao San nodded: “Yes.”

Even though Xiao San’s arms were injured, he was still firm and unwavering.

“Hold to death.”

Qing Chen still uttered these two words, no need for more words.

At this moment, there was a tide of over a million mice outside the defense line, spring snow fluttering down.

Qing Chen reached the front of the line.

Breathing in.

Breathing out a stream of cloud gas, the drifting snowflakes unexpectedly rolled back like a waterfall, and the glittering snowflakes turned into slices of knife blades, slicing through the mouse tide’s muscles and bones before they hit the ground and melted.

This one mouthful of cloud gas unexpectedly ‘washed’ the mouse tide in front of him clean; after the snow passed, only the ghastly white bones of thousands of mouse troops remained on the ground!

The Spy Bureau masters silently watched. They thought they had to fight desperately to protect the new boss risking himself, but they didn’t expect that he alone had carved a path through the mouse tide!

“Kill!” Qing Chen roared.

This roar was like a battle horn, rekindling the long-lost desire to kill among the spies.

They had spent too much time in the city without good opponents, rarely facing danger, causing many to forget just how powerful the Spy Bureau was as a forceful intelligence agency.

“Kill!”

Including Qing Yi, 30 spies wearing black combat uniforms followed Qing Chen without hesitation, killing their way out, with not a single mouse being able to get close to them.

Facing the mouse tide, they didn’t even choose firearms, instead wielding the specially made alloy ceremonial knives of the Spy Bureau.

Facing innumerable mouse tides, compared with finite ammunition, they trusted more in their own limitless physical potential!