Supercharged Black Angel II

Xiao Feng addressed them sternly, "Now is not the time to debate the power it wields. Our time is exceedingly limited. I expect you to complete the modifications on these three guns in the shortest time possible."

"Three days?" someone ventured.

Xiao Feng shook his head. "No, three days is far too long. I'm granting you only one day. By this time tomorrow, I want to see the upgraded Black Angel."

"But one day is truly not enough—"

"What do you mean not enough? Standing around here doing nothing ensures failure. Start immediately. With so many of you, twenty-four hours is ample." Kelly spoke with the commanding presence of a seasoned leader.

Xiao Feng glanced at Kelly and chuckled softly. "You remind me of the first time I met you—truly a formidable woman."

Kelly smiled shyly. "Formidable? I'm actually quite gentle."

"Haha…"

Zeus stood before the mirror, straightening his suit. Behind him, the three gods were equally impeccably dressed.

Zeus spoke to the three reflected in the glass, "In a moment, I will take you to meet a tenth-level psychic I discovered—perhaps the first of such caliber in North America. You must treat him with utmost respect and accommodate his requests as much as possible."

"Understood," they responded in unison.

"There really is a tenth-level psychic in North America now."

"You'll see for yourselves soon enough."

Having finished adjusting his attire, Zeus led the gods out of the temple. Each carried a suitcase—likely gifts for the psychic. The four boarded a sleek, silver jet that took off vertically before surging away with tremendous speed.

Such a plane would be worth hundreds of millions—an unattainable luxury, even for the wealthy.

The aircraft neared seven times the speed of sound, and after an hour, it touched down on a farm. Strangely, this farm thrived with vitality, unlike the many abandoned fields elsewhere.

The corn, freshly planted, had just sprouted tender leaves.

As Zeus and his companions disembarked, Hades, Poseidon, and Apollo were astonished at the sight of the thriving cornfield. "Corn, still growing?"

"Yes, it even resists the threat of beasts," Zeus replied.

"If it ripens, surely beasts will come to steal it."

"Ha! You're overthinking. The tenant here is a tenth-level psychic, powerful enough to fend off B-grade beasts. Do you think any beast dares steal his corn?"

"Still odd, though—why would such a being choose to cultivate corn here?"

"I quite like it. After witnessing so much desolation, coming upon this vast cornfield feels like discovering an oasis in a desert."

"True enough. Let's head inside," Zeus said, carrying a silver suitcase as they approached a colorful three-story villa, evidently worth a fortune. For a tenth-level psychic, purchasing such a home is effortless.

Zeus politely rang the doorbell.

After a dozen seconds, a middle-aged woman, resembling a housekeeper, opened the door. She eyed the four impeccably dressed men in surprise. "Gentlemen, how may I assist you?"

Zeus smiled gently. "We have come to visit the master of this house."

"Oh, the master is resting now. Please, wait in the living room. You must be hungry. I just baked fresh bread from this year's wheat—delicious. Would you like some?"

The four gladly accepted.

Seated in the living room, they soon received a tray bearing several large, warm loaves and four glasses of milk. The aroma captivated the four gods instantly.

Zeus couldn't resist lifting a loaf to his nose, inhaling deeply. "How fragrant! It's been ages since I've smelled bread this good."

"Of course. This wheat was freshly harvested, not the old stock from before the Great Purge. Naturally, it smells far superior."

"And the milk—where does it come from? Is it safe?"

"Absolutely. It's from cows raised on this farm, purified by the master himself. You can drink it without worry. Milk like this is rare beyond these walls."

Zeus savored a bite of bread and a sip of milk; the exquisite flavors were beyond description.

Hades and the others, unused to such delicacies, ate heartily—finding the bread even more tempting than meat.

After the meal, the housekeeper brought a pot of rare red tea from distant Asia. The four sipped it, growing ever more envious of the master's peaceful life—a lifestyle worth billions in alliance credits.

After they finished, the master awoke from his nap, descending the stairs with a bottle of red wine in hand. Silver-haired, impeccably groomed, clad in silk pajamas, he appeared around fifty. His pale, weatherless face bore many wrinkles.

Seeing the four gods, he asked curiously, "Who are you?"

Zeus rose and shook his hand. "I am Zeus, leader of the Seven Gods of the Alliance."

The master's eyes twinkled knowingly as he grasped Zeus's hand. "Ah, so you are the Seven Executioners," he said, clearly sparing Zeus no courtesy.

Zeus laughed heartily. "Master, you jest. We are only here for the Alliance's safety, not as executioners."

"Same difference. Speak—why have you come today?" The master sat on the sofa and raised the wine bottle to his lips.

Zeus signaled the three gods behind him, who promptly placed their suitcases before the master. "These are gifts we bring you. Unsure of your tastes, we selected four items at random."

Opening the first case, Zeus revealed a stunning porcelain vase. The master, dressed in silk pajamas, barely glanced until he caught sight of it, then froze.

The exquisite blue-and-white vase radiated an irresistible allure, instantly capturing his gaze. "My heavens, how can such a beautiful vase exist?"

"Please, continue," Zeus encouraged, opening the second case. Inside was a vividly colored galloping horse statue, its hues surprisingly vibrant despite its age.

"Oh, Holy Mary, this horse is breathtaking!" The master alternated his gaze between the vase and the horse, utterly captivated.

Zeus, reading the master's expression, sensed the gifts had made an impression, though he knew these alone might not sway him to act.

He carefully opened the third case, only to be interrupted as the master slammed his palm down. "Let's get to the point before you show me the third. Once I see it, I may refuse to accompany you altogether."

"Better to see everything first. If you don't like what we have, explaining our purpose will be in vain."

The master regarded the case silently, deep in thought.

Xiao Feng received word from the arsenal that the Black Angel upgrades were complete. Elated, he immediately rushed there with Kelly. They entered the sample room, where countless firearms, equipment, and parts lay scattered.

Several suited managers awaited them, applauding their arrival.

Xiao Feng ignored the crowd, his eyes immediately drawn to a massive gun resting on the table.

The upgraded Black Angel far exceeded his expectations: the three guns had been combined into one supercharged model, featuring not one but three scopes and three barrels. Engineers from Bromm Corporation had fused the three weapons seamlessly—and that was not all.

Xiao Feng's excitement grew as he smiled and murmured, "Is this even possible?"