Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 32

Cheng Jinyang flew rapidly through the air. The girls’ physical bodies remained behind in a safe underground war preparation room, while their consciousnesses resided in his body.

Yang Wangshu’s electromagnetic waves continuously scanned below, searching for signs of the enemy’s presence.

“Attention, about 200 meters ahead, a small enemy unit is about to turn the corner!” she suddenly warned in their shared consciousness, “14 assault soldiers, divided into two squads!”

“More than 14,” Cheng Jinyang detected through the psychic amplifier. In front of those two squads, seemingly empty, were human thoughts. “It should be a Phantom Tank, coated with optical camouflage and electromagnetic absorption paint, so you couldn’t detect it.”

He landed on the ground, and the peacock-feather backpack behind him unfurled, revealing countless dense gun barrels, fanning out like a peacock spreading its tail. With a click, the ammunition chain was in place.

Applying a mass effect field to increase the mass of all fired projectiles, enhancing their kinetic damage, and then…

Fire!

In an instant, all the barrels spewed flames. Cheng Jinyang, relying on the activated lower limb strength of his physical body, the mass increase of his own body, and the support of his psychic field, forcibly withstood the terrifying recoil of the peacock-feather weapon, sweeping the gun barrels towards the enemy squads’ position.

The full name of the peacock-feather weapon system was the Pulse Ignition Projectile System, capable of firing over 100,000 rounds per minute. Combined with the mass effect’s kinetic enhancement, the terrifying metal storm shredded everything ahead, whether enemy flesh or invisible vehicles, even causing the complete collapse of four or five nearby buildings—their ground floors were utterly torn apart by the metal storm.

“Targets eliminated,” Cheng Jinyang ceased firing, mimicking Schwarzenegger’s Terminator voice.

“What’s the Terminator?” Xing Yuanzhi asked again. The only downside of shared thoughts was that mental activities couldn’t be hidden.

“Why do you care?” Cui Jinqi quipped. “Probably some character from an anime or movie.”

“No,” Yang Wangshu argued. “As someone who has watched countless films, I’ve never heard of a ‘Terminator.’ A name like that sounds like a major villain; anyone who has seen it would remember!”

Ignoring the girls’ noisy bickering in his mind, Cheng Jinyang approached the wreckage. He saw only a black and red layer on the ground, completely unrecognizable as flesh.

The combination of technology and supernatural powers was terrifying, able to erase even the concept of a person. Using his metal manipulation power again, he extracted the metal fragments mixed with flesh from the ground, liquefying them to flow back into his peacock-feather backpack’s ammo compartment. Under Chu Qingqing’s precise control, they reformed into standard rounds.

No way around it, having multiple powers was just that convenient. Even the peacock-feather weapon’s biggest drawback—its ammunition consumption—was completely resolved.

Hmm?

Cheng Jinyang suddenly turned his head. A sniper bullet was stopped right in front of him, followed by two more. Three large-caliber bullets spun rapidly within the psychic field, slowly advancing, sparking violently as they rubbed against the invisible barrier.

The sniper in the distant building was stunned by what he saw through his scope.

What kind of monster was this? Then he saw, in horror, that the creature with the huge backpack took off!

“Take cover!” The urgent tactical order came through the communication channel. He quickly evacuated the sniper point, disappearing from Cheng Jinyang’s sight in just two or three seconds.

But it didn’t matter.

This time, no need to take them alive, right?

In that case, wide-range attacks would suffice.

Cheng Jinyang raised his hand. From the liquid metal surrounding him, metallic hydrogen was extracted, condensing into a small, palm-sized flying sword, connected by a thin metal wire.

The Spiritual Impact provided the initial burst of speed, the Mass Effect reduced the mass, gravity finely adjusted the aim, and launch!

Under the bombardment of the telekinetic cannon, the small metal-hydrogen sword, trailing a thin metallic line, was instantly shot toward the distant building where the sniper had disappeared, piercing through the glass curtain wall of the sniper’s floor.

Then, control was released.

With a thunderous boom, the glass curtain walls of nearly six floors were simultaneously shattered by the shockwave, and thick smoke began to billow out, a result of the instantaneous vaporization and combustion of flammable materials inside the floors. The scattered sparks floated in the wind, carrying intense heat.

This thing boasted an explosive power 35 times greater than TNT, and it certainly wasn’t an empty claim…

Cheng Jinyang couldn’t help but recall the first time he and Ah Zhi went on a mission with Tianluo, charging into a metal-hydrogen factory to rescue his cousins.

Truly, ignorance is bliss!

“Don’t call me Ah Zhi!” Xing Yuanzhi’s voice rang out angrily in his mind.

“Sister Ah Zhi! Why can’t I call you Ah Zhi?” Yang Wangshu rambled on, “I think Ah Zhi is very cute. You can call me Ah Shu…”

“Ugh, I’m so jealous. I want to go on missions with Brother Jinyang too,” Cui Xiaoniang muttered as she imagined herself in a melodramatic love story. “Then I would blow myself up to save him, lying in his arms as I take my last breath, making him cry over my body.”

“Self-destructing and still leaving a body? What kind of nonsensical idol drama is that? Sacrificing logic just for sentimentality.” Miss Qingqing retorted disdainfully, “If I had been the one to save you back then, would you have turned into a lesbian?”

“Hehe, I don’t mind being with beautiful girls.” Cui Jinqi said after a moment of silence.

“F*ck, you really swing both ways!” Chu Qingqing was completely dumbfounded.

“Although it’s just talk, Jinqi, please don’t get hurt!” Zheng Qiupei rarely interrupted them and said worriedly.

“It’s fine. No matter how serious the injury, as long as you’re linked to me, I can heal you,” Li Qingwan joined in the chatter, “Let me bear all your pain.”

His mind still bustling with lively chatter, Cheng Jinyang quickly flew into the burning floor of the building, using metal and telekinesis to form a barrier that shielded him from the heat waves.

In no time, he found the sniper’s charred corpse.

Retrieving the earpiece from the corpse’s ear, Yang Wangshu’s consciousness began to analyze it, attempting to locate the position of the commanding officer through the communications.

After a moment, the earpiece transmitted a message: “Yi-San, are you alive? Repeat, Yi-San, are you alive?”

“Found it!” Yang Wangshu quickly reported the general direction.

The earpiece continued to repeatedly inquire, and Cheng Jinyang impatiently responded, “Confirmed, Yi-San is dead.”

The other side: ………..

“I’ll be coming to your doorstep soon!” Cheng Jinyang threatened again, but the other party immediately cut off the communication.