I write obituaries for the gods.

Chapter 38 Showy Rescue

Captain England?

Upon hearing this name, Lin Chen felt somewhat out of place.

He turned to look at Li Zhanyi and Lucy and found that they both had the same expression.

Why is that guy here?

Li Zhanyi made a "shh" gesture to Lin Chen, and the group leaned down to look across the table and chairs.

Within his limited field of vision, Lin Chen spent a long time piecing together the scene opposite him.

Inside the classroom, six children and a teacher were tied together and sat on the floor.

A man dressed in a blue, white, and red uniform, holding a square steel shield, was standing beside them, posing.

Opposite him, a full film crew was working, with fill lights, photographers, and directors surrounding him, taking shots from different positions.

"We've caught a big fish..."

Li Zhanyi spoke in a low voice, took out a DSLR camera from his coat, and handed it to Lin Chen:

"Come on, keep your hand steady and take the picture."

Lin Chen nodded, adjusted the camera, and began recording the footage from the other side.

"Okay, we'll use this for the news cover," the director-looking man said, looking down at the tablet in his hand. "We're still missing some video footage."

"Still filming? Is this never going to end?" Captain England was getting a little impatient.

"The previous video footage lacked impact. It captured the students' pitiful appearance, but it was visually unappealing."

"Chicken-Skister!" Captain England patted his shield. "Alright, alright, come on, I have a plan. Ah, damn it! After this, I need a cup of... platform."

This "cup of tea" even has a London accent... Lin Chen's lips twitched slightly.

Doesn't anyone think his mixed Chinese and English speaking style is stupid...?

"Alright! All crews, get ready!" The director clapped his hands.

Following the director's command, Lin Chen witnessed a truly terrifying scene:

A giant pencil sharpener crawled out of the wall at the other end of the room, its sharp blade spinning rapidly in its mouth.

When the terrifying anomaly appeared, the students began to sob, while the teacher struggled to move his body to block the students behind him.

Sharp spikes gradually appeared on the surface of the pencil sharpener, resembling the tip of a ballpoint pen, with ink gathering at the tip.

Just as it was about to launch, a loud voice descended from the sky:

"Don't be afraid, children, Captain England is here!"

The English captain landed in front of the students and swung his shield:

"bass!"

The square shield unfolds, transforming into a half-body shield.

The English captain crouched down, pressing his shield to the ground, and at the same time, the pencil sharpener began to shoot ink:

"Clang clang clang clang!"

The ink splattered onto the shield, producing a loud metallic clang. Photographers around quickly snapped photos of the scene, while the lighting technicians constantly adjusted the angles.

"Action footage, cut!" the director yelled.

"Goodstep!" the English captain shouted, "Get ready to shoot footage!"

After saying that, the English captain did something that shocked Lin Chen:

He deliberately moved the shield aside, letting the solid ink spray towards the hostages behind him—

"this..."

Lin Chen gripped the gun tightly, watching helplessly as the attacks rained down on the hostages, scratching wounds onto their bodies.

The teacher desperately struggled to protect the students, and within seconds was covered in wounds.

"We have to save people..." Lin Chen said, and was about to stand up.

"Don't worry, little brother," Lucy pulled him back, "They still need to film, they won't let the hostages die, but if we're fighting a demigod here... we won't be able to take care of them..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen calmed down a bit, but his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

The scene before him reminded him of his landlord and his wife.

The victims of a demigod's showmanship...

At this moment, the English captain shouted again:

"Don't be afraid, children, Captain England is here!"

He leaped high into the air, shield in hand, then landed on the ground and smashed the shield down.

"clang!"

This time, the director had a satisfied look on his face: he had captured a photo of Captain England shielding the hostage from an attack in a moment of crisis!

"Cut, the last scene!" he shouted.

Upon hearing his command, Captain England swung his shield violently, sending it spinning rapidly into the mouth of the anomalous entity—

"boom!!!"

With the explosion, the anomalous entity screamed and shattered, turning into gray matter and dissipating.

With a wave of his hand, the British captain sent the shield flying back into his hand.

He extended his hand and shook hands with the director:

"All done, huh? Egg! Bro, finally done."

"Thank you for your cooperation," the director nodded. "Working with your predecessor, Qingtian, was exhausting. You are truly excellent at both the production and the person you are.

"Damn it!" Captain England replied in his thick London accent. "I'm off then. Send me a copy of the finished film; I want to show it to my beloved elder brother."

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned to walk to the other side of the classroom.

There, a blackboard-bearer had already opened the door for him, and he went through the door and left.

"The Bureau of Investigation has taken over the school," a foundation employee next to the director said. "We should probably evacuate now."

"Hurry up!" the director waved his hand. "Quickly! Move all the equipment!"

They began to retreat, moving all sorts of equipment toward the door that had opened at the top of the blackboard, but no one paid any attention to the hostages.

After everyone had left, the blackboard-head snapped his fingers, and a pencil sharpener reappeared at the other end of the room—

"Aaaaaah!"

The children screamed as they watched in disbelief as a giant pencil sharpener crawled toward them, its sharp blade spinning with a deafening roar.

"Back up! Back up!"

The teacher desperately pushed the students back, tears welling in his eyes, but he still stood in front of them.

Just then, the wall of benches next to them was blasted open—

"Bang!"

Flames erupted as Lin Chen, shotgun in hand, stepped across the gap.

He turned to look at the huge pencil sharpener, raised his gun, aimed, and fired.

"Bang!"

The single-edged armor-piercing projectile shot out, piercing through the mouth of the pencil sharpener and penetrating inside—

"Click click click..."

The pencil sharpener paused for a moment, its rapidly spinning blades suddenly jamming.

A twisted finger emerged from the edge of the pencil sharpener, covered in countless scratches, clearly symbolizing the fear of the physical host.

"Use the spiritual pressure bullet! This guy's tough!" Li Zhanyi shouted.

Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi drew their pistols, having already switched to 9mm spiritual pressure bullets, and fired at the finger:

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Blue light shot out from the muzzle, and every time a bullet struck a finger, a crack appeared on the finger.

After its magazine was emptied, it finally exploded, turning into scattered gray fragments—

"boom!"

"Untie them!" Lin Chen shouted.

Li Zhanyi quickly ran to the hostages' side and used the knife he carried to untie them. Lucy methodically injected the hostages with combat stamina and stopped their bleeding.

Lin Chen then used a shotgun to bombard the wall of stools, burning the simulated stools into a black, oily substance until there was a gap large enough for multiple people to pass through.

"It's time to go," Li Zhanyi glanced at the depth gauge, "D-1.2...this place is about to collapse..."

At this moment, blurry outlines began to emerge on the wall at the other end of the room. These outlines gradually became clearer and transformed into one pencil sharpener after another.

Lin Chen fired several more shots at them, and the dragon breath bullets forced the entities to retreat in disarray.

"Go! Go quickly!"

As he retreated, he picked up a crystal-like object from the ashes of the large entity's death, and then ran with the others toward the exit.

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