Chapter 61

When fully focused, time flies by. Du Qian was completely absorbed, and the spiritual energy in the Spirit Pool slowly condensed into a point of green light under his control. As the combat power within his body joined in, the green light grew increasingly intense.

When his combat power was completely depleted, Du Qian finally woke up. The blinding light from outside the window shone into the office. He looked up and saw that it was already mid-morning.

What's going on? Du Qian was stunned for a moment and quickly checked his watch, which really frightened him. He remembered that when he started to condense the Spirit Weapon, it was almost time to leave work. It seemed like just a blink of an eye, but it was already 9 a.m. the next day.

Sixteen hours have passed? I didn't feel it at all.

As he was puzzled, his stomach began to rumble with a loud noise, and a strong sense of hunger, almost making him want to vomit, hit his brain.

"Damn... I can be this hungry?" Du Qian shouted as he rushed out of the office. The Flying Tiger Team is great; there's a 24-hour restaurant where you can eat whenever you want, and it's free.

Since joining the Flying Tiger Team, Du Qian truly felt at home. The house assigned to him by the team, he never even went to live in. Except for going out on business, he usually ate and slept at the Flying Tiger Team. After all, he was the only one in the office.

What's the situation? The surroundings were quiet, and in the large dining hall, there was not a single person in sight. Even if it wasn't mealtime, this was unusual. Normally, at any time, you could always see a few team members looking for food when you entered the dining hall.

"What's going on today?" Du Qian asked while ordering a few dishes.

"On a mission." The cook said casually, not bothering to explain. Du Qian had been there for a while, and everyone already knew each other, so no one was curious enough to look at him anymore.

Du Qian understood that the Flying Tiger Team was different from other units, with many peculiarities. For example, apart from the team members, whether it was the administrative staff or the janitors, except for a few dozen older people, they were all young.

Upon closer inspection, he found that these young people were all martial cultivators. Whether it was the cooks in the dining hall or the janitors he saw bending down to sweep, they were all martial cultivators.

When he first discovered this, Du Qian was shocked. Even if the Flying Tiger Team was impressive, it couldn't be so impressive that martial cultivators were sweeping and cooking. That would be a huge waste.

After Yao Jing explained, he understood that not just anyone could come to the Flying Tiger Team to cook or clean. It was entirely voluntary, and many people were vying to join but couldn't.

The selection criteria for the Flying Tiger Team were much stricter than Du Qian knew. Age and combat power were just part of it; talent was the most valued.

These people were usually martial cultivators with insufficient talent but excelled in other areas. They couldn't become official Flying Tiger Team members yet but stayed in the team in other roles. Besides their regular jobs, they could train with the Flying Tiger Team members, occasionally receive guidance, and use the team's facilities for free.

If needed, Fei Xue could just shout, and in addition to the hundreds of Flying Tiger Team members, an equal number of logistics personnel could be mobilized instantly.

Unlike the logistics of other units, in the Flying Tiger Team, except for a few highly specialized positions, the rest could fight. Their combat power was not low.

These people were the reserve forces of the Flying Tiger Team and could also be considered substitute members.

"Everyone is on a mission?" The Flying Tiger Team was very busy, and the shortage of personnel was real, but for ordinary tasks, the Flying Tiger Team wasn't usually mobilized. They usually took turns.

"Didn't you know? Since midnight, there has been unrest in the five districts of the city. The City Guard, the Flying Tiger Team, the Criminal Police, and the Patrol Police have been unified under one command and are all mobilized." The cook pushed the prepared food to Du Qian.

"Unrest? All mobilized?" Du Qian found this strange. The security in Pingchuan City was quite good.

The police force alone might be a bit insufficient. The five district police stations had about 7,000 police officers, and with a population of 3.6 million in Pingchuan, this wasn't a lot. There was roughly one police officer for every 500 people, a number far lower than in cities of the same level.

But there was also the City Guard. Although the City Guard was a second-line force, it was still an army. Even if only one part of the City Guard was in the city, it was a force of tens of thousands, much stronger than the police force.

To mobilize the City Guard, this unrest must be quite serious.

Of course, in Du Qian's mind, mobilizing the City Guard usually meant having these soldiers guard the intersections, not actually fighting. They could supplement the insufficient police force and provide strong combat power.

So what if there's unrest? It doesn't matter to me. He held the tray with both hands and walked to the nearest table.

"Boom..." Du Qian's hands trembled, almost dropping the tray. Was it an earthquake?

"Boom..." The ground shook again. Du Qian was sure it wasn't an earthquake. Although he hadn't experienced one, he had heard about it. During an earthquake, the ground felt like waves, which was completely different from this.

"Boom..."

"It's getting closer." Two chefs, holding spoons, walked out, their faces serious.

"Boom..."

"Flying Tiger Team, all members, assemble." Du Qian fell to the floor, and the tray in his hands finally slipped, flying far away.

The sound was like rolling thunder, coming from far away and getting closer. It was impossible to tell if it was male or female. The sound waves were overwhelming, and the impact was unimaginable for those who hadn't experienced it.

It seemed to resonate with the semicircular canals in the ear, causing a brief loss of balance. It also seemed to resonate with some part of the brain, causing a dizzy feeling.

It was hard to describe, but Du Qian's external reactions were very obvious. He couldn't stand steadily, lost his balance, felt dizzy, and had ringing in his ears and nausea...

"Quick, quick, all remaining members, assemble." Another thunderous shout, even louder than before, but it sounded more comfortable in his ears. And this voice was very familiar to Du Qian; it was Fei Xue, the leader of the Flying Tiger Team.

"Fei Xue didn't go on duty." The entire Flying Tiger Team was on duty, but he was still there.

"Only one second-line team is left in the team. How could he not stay? Besides, there are enough people on the mission; one more or less doesn't matter."

Du Qian's face turned pale. Listening to the two chefs discuss, he realized that their performance was much better than his. They were wearing white coats and chef hats, holding spoons, but they were much calmer than he was.

"Head east out of the city, straight into the mountains." The extremely uncomfortable voice sounded again, the aftertones lingering for a long time.

"Whose voice is this? It's so terrifying." Du Qian stood up, picking up the tray and food from the ground.

"Second City Lord."

"It's him... " Du Qian's eyes lost focus. If even he came personally, what exactly happened in Pingchuan City?

After a while, Du Qian recovered. The Second City Lord's name was the one he heard the most and cared about the most. He never imagined that his power was so strong. Just his voice alone was enough to make people lose their ability to resist, and it could even kill.

The Flying Tiger Team moved quickly. Fei Xue led the only second-line team, plus dozens of reserve members, jumped into the car, and rushed out of the city to the east. After arranging the team members, Fei Xue and a few other high-level experts didn't even get into the car. They leaped up, and in a few bounds, they disappeared from sight.

War Master-level martial cultivators, with a combat power of a million, had boundless abilities...

Okay, there were too many praising words, and Du Qian was tired of hearing them. But when he saw it with his own eyes, he understood why there were so many praises. However, these descriptions didn't seem to match at all.

If Du Qian were to describe it, when Fei Xue left, he looked more like a big flea. With a slight jump, he could leap over ten meters high, touch the wall of a building, and bounce to the next building, jumping from building to building. What else could it be but a flea?

Compared to a kinetic car, Fei Xue's movement was more direct and faster. The speed and frequency of his jumps were unimaginable for those who hadn't seen it. It was like a fast-forward, and he disappeared in just a few seconds.

"Attention all departments, enter emergency status, all personnel report to their positions." Du Qian recognized the voice in the broadcast; it was Zhao Hui, who hadn't left.

The order was repeated three times, and the Flying Tiger Team was in chaos. The cooks threw away their spoons, tore their clothes in half, and rushed into the kitchen. A few seconds later, two fully equipped Flying Tiger Team members walked past Du Qian.

The janitors' buckets were overturned, and several fully equipped janitors brushed past Du Qian. Then came a few fully equipped clerks.

Du Qian's mouth was wide open, not knowing what to say. On the rooftop, the sliding cover opened, and a heavy four-barreled kinetic machine gun slowly rose. Nearby, the cleaning room was transforming, and in a moment, a small, fully enclosed fortress was formed, with several explosive launcher tubes extending from the firing ports.

Du Qian felt that the surroundings were both familiar and strange. He had forgotten about his hunger and dragged his heavy legs toward his office.

In just a few minutes, the originally green, tree-lined, and picturesque headquarters of the Flying Tiger Team had become a place of intense killing intent, with hidden fortresses and a thick, almost tangible, bloody smell.

No one was bleeding, and no one was injured, but how could there be such a strong smell of blood? Du Qian felt his mind go numb.

"Stop, people in front of the main building, raise your hands and identify yourself." Zhao Hui's voice echoed throughout the Flying Tiger Team. Du Qian's body stiffened, his skin turned cold, and he didn't dare to move.

He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see dozens of gun barrels pointing at him. Most of them didn't have any ill intent, or rather, they just wanted to make him uncomfortable.

"I am Du Qian, the head of the Information Department of the Flying Tiger Team." Du Qian quickly said, not caring if anyone could hear him.

"Du Qian? What are you doing here? Get back to your office. Don't you know we're in an emergency state?" The broadcast carried Zhao Hui's angry voice.