Atlas of Heaven and Earth-Chapter 210: Rescue

After entering the room, Chen Chuan glanced around. It was a large, sparsely furnished space. Where desks should have been, there were steel-framed bunk beds, each occupied by someone who was unconscious.

The walls, floor, and ceiling were covered in bizarre patterns. There were four people inside who, upon seeing him burst in, showed no fear, only an indescribable madness.

One of them immediately turned the gun in their hand, aiming it at the people lying on the bed. But before they could fire, a pebble accurately struck their wrist, causing it to explode instantly. Splintered bone fragments were visible outside the skin. As the gun fell to the ground, they screamed in agony.

As Chen Chuan threw the pebble, he moved forward, lightly pushing back the head of one person rushing towards him, and then lifting up another person's abdomen. By the time he had passed them and charged towards the last person still standing there, the other two were already flying through the air.

One of them, as if violently shoved, hurtled towards the opposite wall, where a dull thud was heard, and then silence. The other flew towards the ceiling, cracking the surface where their back impacted, before crashing down together with the chandelier, and then lying there motionless.

At this point, the last person finally realized what was happening. Although they were panicking, they seemed supported by some belief. Their expression turned to madness, and clenching their fists, they wanted to face Chen Chuan in close combat. However, before they could charge forward, a hand pressed on their forehead.

With a thud, the back of their head slammed heavily against the wall behind them, their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed.

The person with the broken hand, despite the cold sweat streaming down their forehead, endured the pain and bent down to pick up the gun, their eyes full of ferocity. But just as their hand touched it, a foot stomped down, crushing their hand and the gun into pieces with a crack.

Without waiting for them to scream, Chen Chuan gently tapped the top of their head with his palm. The person immediately fell silent and collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

Chen Chuan turned around and scanned the room, confirming that no one was pretending to be unconscious. Only then did he relax slightly. At the same time, he found Min Lan among those lying there, her face pale and her cheeks thinner, her eyes tightly closed. However, she was still breathing, and her body was largely intact.

If there were no other problems, a Martial Artist's physical functions should allow her to recover quickly.

At this point, he strode to the door, took hold of the handle, and gently turned it. As the door opened, the members of the Patrol Bureau and the Secret Cult Investigation Bureau guarding the corridor noticed and immediately raised their guns, but lowered them again upon seeing him.

He walked out slowly, nodded to the people outside, and then stepped aside. The police officers and investigators immediately rushed inside, followed by shouts: "Medics, come up quickly!"

Seeing that the situation was under control, Chen Chuan walked down the stairs. From the time he entered the building to the time he came out, only three or four minutes had passed. He had subdued all the people inside, with most of the time spent going downstairs.

He returned to Bureau Chief Lei's car and sat down again.

Bureau Chief Lei said, "Looks like it's been resolved."

Chen Chuan nodded.

Bureau Chief Lei said, "In that case, your commission is complete. I will report this to the operations team, and it will be recorded in your file."

Chen Chuan said, "Thank you, Bureau Chief Lei."

Bureau Chief Lei waved his hand. "This matter was within my duty anyway. There's no need to thank me."

The two waited for a while, and a team member came down and reported to Bureau Chief Lei: "Chief, everyone has been apprehended. All scenes have been photographed and documented and sealed off. The people have also been sent to the aid station, but some of them have had their internal organs sold off."

Bureau Chief Lei explained to Chen Chuan: "These Secret Cults view people as resources to be exploited. Besides transferring vital energy, the organs of the dying can also be sold off."

He then asked the Captain, "What are the identities of these people?"

The Captain said, "Just ordinary support staff. According to the confessions just now, the organs of the three Martial Artists inside were already being prepared for buyers, but the situation changed recently, so they haven't been sold yet."

Bureau Chief Lei calmly assessed: "The mutated tissue extracted from Martial Artists needs professional equipment to preserve it. That may be why they haven't taken action yet."

He then asked, "Has the Patrol Bureau been notified?"

The Captain said, "They've been notified. Everything that needs to be dealt with has been dealt with."

Bureau Chief Lei said, "Arrange for a team to guard the scene. The rest of you, return to base."

"Yes, sir!"

The car window rolled up and slowly started, heading back the way they came.

Bureau Chief Lei said, "Your classmate should be fine."

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Chen Chuan said, "I hope the others are too."

Bureau Chief Lei's voice was slightly heavy: "As long as those Secret Cults exist, this kind of thing can never be avoided. We can only try to discover them in time and do everything we can to reverse it."

Chen Chuan turned the thought and asked, "Bureau Chief Lei just said that this "Life Cult' is for transferring people's vital energy. I wonder who those receiving the vital energy are?"

Bureau Chief Lei said in a deep voice: "It should be the upper echelons of this cult. Judging from the number of people performing the ritual, there should only be one person. This person is likely still hiding in Yang Zhi."

Chen Chuan said seriously, "Bureau Chief Lei, if students can be of use in the upcoming arrests, just call."

Bureau Chief Lei nodded. Then he raised his hand. "Let's not talk about that. Did you know that Liu Zhan has been transferred from his original position, and there's a new appointment?"

Chen Chuan couldn't help but ask, "Where did he go?"

Bureau Chief Lei looked at him and slowly said, "Foreign Affairs Bureau, still as its director."

Chen Chuan didn't expect that Liu Zhan, after all that trouble, had returned to his original position. He thought for a moment and said, "Director Liu has always handled foreign affairs with ease, so this position must be suitable."

Bureau Chief Lei agreed: "You're right. No one in the Government Affairs Hall is more familiar with foreign affairs tasks than him, so it was decided to let him use his strengths."

Chen Chuan smiled. This position should be very stable, the kind you can sit on until retirement. For ordinary people, it would be a dream, but for a bureaucrat like Liu Zhan, it would probably be a kind of torment and torture.

Bureau Chief Lei then said, "You must come to my wedding with He Nan."

Chen Chuan said, "Definitely, Bureau Chief Lei. Has the specific date been set?"

"It was originally set for October, but it seems that the bureau's affairs are still too busy. He Nan is also a little hesitant. I've known her for many years. She's always been decisive on big issues, but she always hesitates when it comes to her own affairs."

Chen Chuan said, "Perhaps Senior Sister cares too much."

Bureau Chief Lei looked at him: "That doesn't sound like something someone your age would say, but you're right..." He looked ahead, "Sometimes, when you care too much, it's often difficult to make a decision."

The car returned to the school gate. Chen Chuan said goodbye to Bureau Chief Lei and returned to the school.

In the blink of an eye, another twenty days or so passed. After late September, the disturbances in Yangzhi City finally gradually subsided, and the radio began to broadcast some normal news.

On September 27th, Chen Chuan received a call from Old Feng. On the other end of the line, the latter said in a relaxed tone: "Student Chen Chuan, come out for a while and bring your conscription order with you."

Chen Chuan said okay. He took the order, left the school, and came to the gate. He saw Old Feng's car parked there, with him waiting in the back seat. He walked over, greeted him, and got into the car.

As the car started, Old Feng said, "Commissioner Cao asked you to write an application. Have you thought about it?"

Chen Chuan said, "I've thought about it."

"Let me see it."

Chen Chuan took the application from his pocket and handed it over. What he mainly wanted were Drugs. He had asked Cheng Zitong about some of the items on the list. They were all Drugs that only the Great Shun Government could provide, and they were very helpful for Martial Combat Cultivation.

In addition to Drugs, there was also a relatively high-level protective gear. Once he had the Armor Permit, he could change into it.

Old Feng looked it over and said, "You're asking for too little. No need to save money for Lao Cao. He's made a lot this time. Your knife was made using ancient methods, right?"

Chen Chuan said, "Yes, it was a gift from a senior who is skilled in crafting knives."

Old Feng took out a pen and wrote in several kinds of medicine, saying, "People use Drugs for Cultivation, and these "prohibited Weapons' from the past can also be nourished with Drugs. The ones I've added for you are specially used for nourishing and strengthening weapons. They're only available in the Great Shun Government."

Then he added a model number after the protective gear before returning it to him, instructing, "When you see Lao Cao, give him this."

Chen Chuan smiled, took it, folded it, and put it back in his chest pocket.

The car drove all the way, and as they entered the police headquarters, the police officers on both sides saluted in unison. Chen Chuan glanced around and saw that the surroundings were much more orderly than before. It was no longer the hasty comings and goings of personnel that he had seen before.

After the car stopped, the two walked inside and came to the previous war room. Commissioner Cao was standing there alone, as if waiting specifically for them.

Chen Chuan stepped forward and placed the conscription order on the table. Commissioner Cao glanced at it and asked, "Did you bring the application?"

Chen Chuan took the application from his chest pocket and placed it on the table as well.

Commissioner Cao picked it up and looked at it. Seeing the familiar handwriting on it, he glanced up at Old Feng, who returned his gaze. He didn't say anything, took out a pen, and wrote the word "approval" on it. He also signed his name on the conscription order.

Then he took out his seal, stamped both documents, and pushed them forward. "The conscription order will be kept on file here. You can keep this one for yourself."

After Chen Chuan accepted it, he looked at Chen Chuan and said solemnly: "Student Chen, this national conscription has ended. You are now free to act. Remember that people who did not participate in this operation should not discuss the specific details with outsiders. If the country needs you, we will conscript you again. Please be prepared."

Old Feng added from the side: "The usual interval is one year, but emergency situations are an exception. In that case, we will also have compensation. Alright, Student Chen, the conscription is over, so don't stay here. I'll take you to the warehouse to get your stuff."