Infinite Pollution: The SSS Guide Pierces the Horror Dungeon - chapter 6

“Okay.”

Upon hearing Wen Song’s answer, the Boy’s Mother immediately looked up, her eyes still filled with lingering fear. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

But before she could speak, Wen Song said, “Let’s go.”

The man was dizzy with excitement at this unexpected “good fortune,” licking his lips impatiently.

Because the bus was hot, smelly, and unbearable, truly wealthy people wouldn’t even glance at it.

The girls they usually managed to get were all from the slums.

But this one-she was clearly from a rich family, with delicate skin, so fair it seemed to glow!

This time, the brothers were in for a treat!

The man quickly led Wen Song off the bus. The moment the others around saw Wen Song, their eyes lit up.

Wen Song was brought before the Boss. No matter how much the man wanted to try something new, the Boss always had to have the first taste.

“Boss, found some good merchandise,” the man said respectfully.

The man called Boss looked up. At the first sight of Wen Song, he couldn’t hide his amazement.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he pointed, “You, get in the car!”

“No! Don’t!”

The Boy’s Mother, who hadn’t dared to speak on the bus, suddenly rushed down, blocking Wen Song with her body, trembling in fear. “I can go with you! Just-just don’t take her!”

With that, she shielded Wen Song behind her, not letting anyone get close.

Wen Song looked up, a little surprised.

Just now on the bus, she had been terrified, and even now she was shaking with fear.

But still, she stood firmly in front of her.

“Get out of the way!”

Seeing his prize about to slip away, the Boss’s face darkened. “Or I’ll shoot you dead!”

With that, he picked up his gun and aimed it at the Boy’s Mother’s head.

“Mama, wuwuwu, Mama-”

The little boy, Dou Dou, tumbled off the bus, hugging his mother’s leg and standing in front of her, his face streaked with tears. “Don’t hurt my mama.”

“Dou Dou! Get out of the way!” The Boy’s Mother turned even paler when she saw Dou Dou run over, hurriedly trying to push him aside.

“No, no, wuwuwu, don’t kill my mama.”

The boy’s cries echoed in the air.

“Damn it! I’ll kill you all!” The man, utterly annoyed, lost his patience and pulled the trigger.

“Bang!”

A shot rang out. The Boy’s Mother grabbed Dou Dou, squeezed her eyes shut, and used her body to shield him.

But the expected pain never came.

The Boy’s Mother opened her eyes in confusion, only to see that Wen Song, who had been behind her, was now standing in front of the man.

The gun that had been aimed at the mother and son was now in Wen Song’s hand.

Wen Song’s voice was icy. “I didn’t plan to kill anyone so soon, but… you people are really annoying.”

In the man’s eyes, Wen Song’s fingers moved like a blur-she loaded the gun and fired.

“Bang!”

The man, who had just been lost in lust, widened his eyes. A hole appeared in his temple, and with nothing to support him, he collapsed straight to the ground.

Blood streamed from his temple in thick rivulets.

The air was deathly silent, until someone finally screamed.

“Ah! Murder!”

“Boss!”

“She killed our Boss!”

Before the mother and son could react, Wen Song flung open the car door, shoved them inside, and said concisely, “Hide!”
The next second, she started shooting directly from the car.

In this world, her strength had not yet recovered.

But shooting required no thought; it was instinctive for her.

“Bang, bang, bang.”

With every shot, someone fell.

This group was nothing but a rabble, relying on a few guns in their hands to commit all manner of evil-rape, pillage, and worse.

They had absolutely no combat experience. When they saw their own people falling one after another, they scattered and fled. Not a single one thought to use their guns to fight back.

Perhaps some tried, but as soon as they picked up their guns, Wen Song shot them dead.

Five minutes.

The one-sided massacre was over.

The gunfire ceased, and the frantic footsteps of those fleeing faded away.

On the bus, someone brave enough poked their head out. Seeing the ground littered with corpses, they were scared out of their wits, terrified that Wen Song would go on a killing spree, and quickly ducked back inside, covering their mouth tightly.

Wen Song ignored their reactions. She opened the car door and looked at the boy with big, dark eyes, the corners of her lips lifting slightly.

“Aren’t you scared?”

The boy reached out his small hand and tugged at Wen Song’s sleeve. “Big sister, you’re amazing.”

“Dou Dou, your hands are dirty. You’ve gotten big sister’s clothes all dirty.”

Seeing the little boy grabbing Wen Song’s clothes and smearing dirt all over them, the Boy’s Mother hurriedly pulled his hand away.

Then, full of gratitude, she began, “Thank you, I-”

Before the woman could finish, Wen Song suddenly looked up, gazing into the distance.

Someone was coming.

She quickly loaded her gun.

“Damn, Boss, someone already took care of this group. We got here too late,” a loud voice called from not far away.

At the same time, a vehicle stopped nearby, and several people jumped out one after another.

When Wen Song saw the clothes they were wearing, she put her gun away.

People from the Northern Frontier.

“One shot, one kill, all headshots. This person’s marksmanship is something else.”

One of them walked up to the dead bodies, kicked one, and clicked his tongue in admiration.

“Still warm, just died,” another replied.

After speaking, the group swept their gazes over the people around them, as if searching for the one who had acted.

“Daddy!!!”

What came first was a loud, clear voice.

The little boy, who had just been curled up in his mother’s arms, ran out toward one of the burly men, his face full of excitement.

“Dou Dou!!”

The burly man was startled to see the boy and quickly scooped him up. “What are you doing here!”

At the same time, the man looked in the direction the boy had run from and, as he wished, saw the woman standing with Wen Song.

“Sister-in-law!”

“Sister-in-law!”

The others, seeing the woman, called out warmly.

The burly man hurried over with Dou Dou in his arms, looking at the woman with concern. “Why are you here? You didn’t even tell me. It’s so dangerous.”

“Ah Jiang, I’m fine. Thanks to this lady… Dou Dou and I are safe,” the woman said gently to the man.

Hearing his wife’s words, the man immediately looked at Wen Song.

Somewhat in disbelief, he asked, “All these people… you killed them?”

Before Wen Song could answer, another figure got out of the car.

Wen Song glanced sideways, and the moment she saw the man’s face, her body froze for a second.

Could there really be such a coincidence in this world?

She had just arrived, and already she had run into her Fiancé?

Qin Xu also looked over at Wen Song. In just a glance, he took in the corpses on the ground. “Throw these bodies by the roadside.”