Chapter 51: There Is a Major Flaw in the Defense Plan

Fei Chengqiang was in the middle of carrying a crate of supplies. What was inside, exactly? He was jostled by someone, lost his balance, and the crate tumbled into the water—nails, screws, and gears spilled out, most sinking beneath the surface.

“Damn it, what are you good for? Haven’t you eaten?” A heavily armed member of the combat team witnessed the scene and was furious. He marched over, gun in hand, and aimed a blow at Fei Chengqiang’s head.

Fei Chengqiang dodged, the armed man lunged for him.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

The armed team member was shot in the head and collapsed into the rainwater.

Fei Chengqiang fell backward, splashed by blood, his expression twisted in terror. If he hadn’t dodged just now, would that bullet have been meant for him?

Screams erupted. The other laborers, mere cannon fodder, were startled and began to flee in all directions, blocking Old Song’s sniper line of sight.

In that chaos, a dangerous idea sparked in Fei Chengqiang’s mind. He grabbed the fallen man’s gun, pocketed some bullets, and melted into the disarray, disappearing into the darkness with the other terrified workers.

Damn it!

Old Song was furious.

He immediately switched targets, taking out two more visible members of the Ruins faction.

“There! Over there!” He Yongsheng, leader of the 4th Combat Team, spotted the muzzle flashes from the villa and quickly ordered his team to storm Old Song’s position.

Old Song witnessed this as well.

He swiftly adjusted his aim and put a bullet through He Yongsheng’s skull.

The remaining members of the assault groups, who had been ready to charge, all drew sharp breaths in horror.

Their leader had just been executed with a single shot.

“Cut the lights!”

At this critical moment, Xu Heng, leader of the 11th Combat Team, issued a crucial command—plunging the entire field into darkness.

A string of perfect headshots—this could only mean Su Miao from Villa 36 had come out to kill.

How had she managed to cross the landslide and mudslide area and reach this side?

Damn it!

Xu Heng crouched in a corner, issuing orders for his teams to storm the villa from which the muzzle flashes had appeared, careful not to expose himself.

By then, Old Song had already stashed his sniper rifle, descended the stairs, and vanished into the night.

He hadn’t managed to kill Fei Chengqiang. A real pity.

But next time, he wouldn’t miss his chance.

…

At Villa 36, Su Miao gazed out the window in confusion.

That sounded like a sniper rifle just now.

“What happened?”

“Someone with a sniper rifle is killing people,” Xia Xiao’an replied. “Two of our company’s men and two disaster survivors were killed. All of them died from headshots.”

Su Miao sipped her milk tea. Whoever got the sniper rifle was impressive—every shot a kill.

“They’re terrified,” Xia Xiao’an added, “They think you went out and started killing people yourself.”

Su Miao’s expression turned odd as she drank her tea. She had nothing to do with it at all.

Better calm her nerves with some milk tea.

In any case, the more chaos outside, the better. Ideally, let them fight until dawn.

…

In the parking lot, Chi Wannin received the battle report.

Two of her team leaders had been taken out by headshots in the afternoon, another one at night. Thirty-seven combat personnel killed, eight wounded.

And that wasn’t even counting the expendable workers.

She had never suffered losses like this before.

At that moment, Chi Wannin felt a deep disappointment in her subordinates.

She had never imagined that destroying a single villa and killing one person could come at such a cost.

“The Executioner Witch, Su Miao?”

Chi Wannin closed the Penal Code in front of her, took a sip of hot coffee, and made her next decision.

“Send Fu Yongpeng to me.”

A few minutes later, a plump man with a broad smile entered. “Boss, you wanted to see me?”

“Is the bait prepared?” Chi Wannin asked.

“We’ve processed two thousand pounds of bait, Boss. Do you need it now?”

“Send some to Bai Rui. He’ll know what to do.”

“But Boss, I heard that Su Miao has already come over to this side. Destroying the villa across the landslide is pointless now.”

Chi Wannin shot him a look. “Oh? You really think it’s her? If it really were Su Miao, He Yongsheng wouldn’t be the only one dead. Old Liu is still in the resort. I’ll give you ten men. Find these people and get rid of them.”

Fu Yongpeng patted his chest, grinning. “Boss, don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”

Chi Wannin watched him leave, deep in thought.

The original plan was to seize control of the entire resort in a day, turning it into an impenetrable fortress, building the strongest possible defenses to ward off any rival factions.

But a single Su Miao had thrown her plans into disarray.

And to make matters worse, Old Liu had shown up that night.

These unpredictable variables were dangerous, but the challenge of destroying such formidable targets—and the sense of achievement when they finally fell—was intoxicating.

Chi Wannin put down her Penal Code and instructed, “Prepare dinner for me. I want monkey brain.”

The faces of the two beautiful maids at her side flickered with terror, but quickly suppressed it. “Yes, ma’am.”

…

The night deepened.

Darkness lay heavy outside, and the villa’s interior was just as black.

Su Miao didn’t mind the darkness—in fact, she almost enjoyed it.

But Xia Xiao’an was clearly uneasy. She was terrified.

So, on the third floor’s small lounge, Su Miao lit an oil lamp.

The light illuminated most of the third floor, staving off utter blackness without projecting shadows onto the windows.

“Sis, you can turn the light off,” Xia Xiao’an murmured, her body trembling, “I’m not scared.”

Su Miao smiled gently. “It’s all right. They’ll need some time to finish that catapult. You can get some sleep and recover your strength.”

Xia Xiao’an nodded, barely able to keep her eyes open.

She had been sticking close to Su Miao’s side, but her mental exhaustion was overwhelming—she’d already fallen asleep several times.

Watching Xia Xiao’an drift off, Su Miao poured herself another cup of milk tea and began pondering a serious problem.

She realized that the defense plan she’d devised during the day had a glaring flaw.

What would she do once they finished building the catapult and started hurling explosive charges over?

Should she activate her magic spatial array right away?

Yes, that was her plan.

If the explosives came from only one direction, she was confident she could stop them.

But what if they attacked from multiple directions?

What should she do then?

So far, the spatial array she could manifest was a circular plane with a diameter of fifteen meters—insufficient to cover the entire villa.

She had tried amplifying the array, but the energy cost doubled.

And she worried that if the explosives detonated prematurely, the shockwave might shatter the magical array.

That was a real possibility.

What should she do?

She was afraid.