My Misfortune Crushed Instances-Chapter 127: Looting

As it turns out, driving on the desert can effectively improve one’s skills.

Driving all the way from West Wind Province to several kilometers from the border, Li Rui is now a qualified driver, at least that’s what he believes.

He stopped the car, adjusted the goggles on his eyes, opened the door and got out, manually added a barrel of fuel, but didn’t get back in the car as there was a sandstorm brewing not far away. It didn’t seem large, so he planned to wait behind a hill until the storm passed.

He took out his phone and checked the time, 2:30 in the afternoon.

"They should be chasing those illegal agents by now."

He muttered to himself, sitting in the driver’s seat and closing the windows.

Whoosh—

The strong wind blew, followed by the cracking sound of gravel hitting, the wind swirled the sand and buried the car.

From inside the car, Li Rui could only see obscurity. He took out his phone and found that Dong Sanchuan had sent new messages half an hour ago.

[Latest report from a local informant in the Chaos Zone: A team of five has infiltrated, they’re an assassin squad skilled in field operations, comprised of a Rain Summoner, Prophet, and three enforcers, none have advanced levels but they’re close to level 30, location unknown, exercise caution if encountered.]

[Their Prophet seemingly possesses some sort of location technique, Rain Summoner can use Gale Skill, their customary tactic is to locate, then raise a sandstorm, and within the storm the three enforcers make their move—once the storm clears, they’ve already moved far, leaving only corpses behind. Untraceable.]

At this point, Li Rui cannot respond. Half an hour ago, he was near the city, while now this place is desolate, with no signal.

He noticed that Dong Sanchuan only advised him to be cautious, without warnings about not approaching, suggesting that even facing these five, he likely wouldn’t be killed on the spot.

This too is normal. Those four supernovas, even facing the team of five are victorious every time, Dong Sanchuan surely believes in Li Rui’s strength by inviting him to the border.

"Sandstorm, huh? Sandstorm?"

Putting down his phone, Li Rui looked into the dust-obscured view outside the car window, suddenly having an epiphany.

He immediately activated Blood Eye.

In the dust, untouched by sunlight, a crimson mass enveloped three silhouettes languidly approaching, seemingly armed.

"I didn’t sense them ahead of time, they are indeed skilled."

Li Rui admired their methods: obscuring sight and sound with sand while concealing intentions—experts in wielding sand for stealth assassinations. A small misstep could lead to a successful ambush, indeed worthy of killers from the Chaos Zone.

He felt a chill of fear.

"Good thing I saw them, otherwise they would’ve wrecked my car."

Li Rui put on a mask and goggles, opened the door and stepped out, holding a Vajra umbrella as he walked over to the group. Clearly, the others relied on senses other than sight in the fog, oblivious to the looming danger.

"Lao San, have you found him?"

"Almost, seems, there’s metal ahead, a car maybe? He came by car, hiding from the storm."

"As expected, how far away?"

Swoosh!

Just then, a strange sound vanished instantly from their side.

"Lao San? Lao San?!"

The yellow sand offered no reply.

The other two immediately grew cautious, standing back to back.

Boom!

Another loud rumble, as if a giant invisible dragon stomped the ground. Accompanied by the crash, came a brief scream from their companion.

Lao San was their eyes, silenced in an instant—a chill overcame the remaining two, but they weren’t yet panicked enough to call out to the surroundings.

Suddenly, gold flashed again, an immense sense of danger erupted from beside them.

These two, seasoned warriors, and perfectly synchronized with each other, even in defense, immediately joined forces against the threat.

One wielding a knife and the other a sword, clashing with the shockwave of the dragon charge, the pair both stepped back a bit, cracking the ground beneath them.

Seeing the two poised to counterattack, Li Rui instantly leaped away, vanishing into the tawny fog.

The two enforcers felt an enduring fear—the rain summoner’s sandfelt like a prison trapping them.

Bam!!

Another dragon charge coming, this time with the duo prepared, counter-attacking with Martial Artist and Sword Cultivator skills.

Li Rui engaged them but retreated, not because of defeat, but because he was familiarizing himself with the Blood Eye skill, striking swiftly without lingering.

"Boss, what now? Retreat?"

No one considered the fate of Lao San.

"Can’t run, exposing our backs would mean certain death from him."

"Then we have to hold our ground until the sandstorm clears."

"Alright."

The pair settled on the strategy, growing resolute as they fended off three more dragon charges.

"Didn’t Lin Hong say there’s only a level 22 Rain Summoner here!"

"Who the hell knows, this guy is probably an advanced Martial Artist now?"

"Advanced, not quite, or we’d be dead."

Exchanging banter, perhaps to dispel some inner dread.

Suddenly, the silhouette hidden within the sand reappeared, but unlike before, the previous powerful skill transformed, not just with shockwaves but wrapped in fierce lightning.

What on earth is this!! 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

In panic, they braced for death.

If the earlier assault was the footsteps of a dragon, now they faced its thunderous breath.

Their bodies trembled, paralyzed, weapons dropped, and their legs failed to obey. Darkness claimed their vision as they fell.

Thud thud.

They had slain many using sand to obscure sight, yet now met their end similarly, dying unaware of how such a formidable person happened upon them.

Having dispatched the three assassins, Li Rui saw the sandstorm linger and was content with the situation.

He knew he had encountered the five-member team pursued by Dong Sanchuan, still two remained outside: the Prophet and Rain Summoner.

Having dealt with illegal Secret Realm agents, he needed to loot the bodies without interruptions.

Li Rui moved to the Sword Cultivator and Martial Artist, exposing their arm engravings, placing his palm on them.

An inventory floated in mid-air.

Death liberates the binding effect but corrupts some data.

Even corrupted, Li Rui discerned these two carried few rare items, sadly only one could be retrieved from each.

One item was unique Sword Cultivator gear, primarily enhancing sword skill damage, useless to him, so he merely collected the consumables left in their inventory.

Unfortunately, a shortage of upgrade materials prevailed, not even their reserves held any.

The Martial Artist’s rare gear contained an 18-level leg guards.

[Elite Martial Pavilion Leg Guards.]

[Item Level: 18.]

[Quality: Rare]

[Attributes: Defense+12, Physique+2.]

[Effect: Physical Resistance+5%.]

[Eternal: Yes.]

The item, though not directly enhancing Li Rui’s abilities, boosted physical durability—a versatile attribute, as most foes somewhat rely on physical attacks, pure magic types are rare.

Combining this with the administrator jacket’s resistance, he now had a total of 13%. Activating soil enhancements raised it further.

Such attributes become valuable against higher-level enemies, akin to the ones just fought, who couldn’t match the speed of the Shenxiao Thunderbolt Heart Scripture.

Tucking these into his stash, he located Lao San, whose gear was worse, but he possessed three rare-grade upgrading materials, evidently reluctant to use them on his equipment, much to Li Rui’s gain.

Their corpses served as proof for achievements, and within 24 hours, marked items could still be uploaded to the equipment library for contribution points.

"Indeed, capturing fugitives is more efficient than normal operations, too bad there aren’t many criminals."

He packed the three into a bag, tossed it into the trunk, secured it with a lock, a composed desert butcher.

At that time, as the sand began to disperse, he rubbed his hands.

"Two more, likely nearby, might as well fetch them as well."