ACSP: Chapter 199 [Heavenly Transfer Technique] + [Clay Bomb] = Mission Accomplished!
Hearing Jiang Chen calmly announce his intention to march directly into Shanghai, Li Dala and Ronan were momentarily stunned. The two veterans involuntarily glanced at each other, their eyes filled with deep layers of doubt and surprise.
Shanghai was not just any territory—it was one of the absolute most populous, economically dense megalopolises in all of Great Xia. The two of them had spent enough time operating in the regional theater to learn a bit about the geopolitical situation over there. It was universally known across the contractor network to be a human city with incredibly deep, treacherous waters.
On the surface, the metropolis was cleanly managed by the largest local superpower dynasty, the Zhao Family, with all other minor gangs, merchant guilds, and subordinate mercenary families acting as compliant, peaceful forces. It appeared completely harmonious from the outside.
But in grim reality, the internal personnel structure of the Zhao Family was an tangled nightmare of nepotism and clashing egos. It was widely rumored that multiple heavily armed factions existed within that single bloodline. Those factions operated like independent corporate states, cutthroat and fiercely territorial, collectively squeezing all the high-tier resources and dungeon keys around Shanghai. Because the relationships between these factions were inherently volatile, violent border friction and political assassinations occurred behind closed doors with alarming frequency.
"Boss, we haven't even finished dealing with the lingering fallout from the East Island invasion here in Jinghai," Ronan looked at Jiang Chen with a face full of genuine confusion, scratching his head. "Why did you suddenly think of shifting our entire focus to Shanghai?"
Li Dala was also completely lost in a fog, nodding in agreement: "Yeah, Boss, even if something catastrophic happened to the Zhao Family, that's ultimately their internal, private business. It doesn't seem to have a single thing to do with our guild's current trajectory, right? Why should we actively choose to wade into these incredibly muddy waters?"
"You two look at this, and you'll understand exactly why we're moving."
Jiang Chen didn't feel like wasting his breath on a tedious, long-winded explanation. He simply tossed his unlocked smartphone across the desk.
Ronan caught the device out of the air, his eyes scanning the flashing, red-labeled forum thread. The casual expression on his scarred face vanished instantly, replaced by sheer shock.
"The Zhao Family Head... died mysteriously?! How the hell is that even logistically possible?" Ronan's voice dropped an octave, his fingers gripping the phone tighter. "I heard from high-level scouts that the old patriarch's Mangekyō Sharingan Dōjutsu possessed a terrifying reality-warping ability that could literally see fragments into the future. The sole reason the Zhao Family could ascend to become the undisputed number one sovereign power in Shanghai was all thanks to his absolute suppression. How could a monster like that just drop dead mysteriously?"
Li Dala leaned over, completely dazed by the sudden geopolitical bomb. However, his street-smart instincts quickly latched onto a darker, more realistic probability: "Do you think it's possible that a massive internal coup broke out in the dark, and one of those ravenous sub-factions assassinated their own Family Head to seize the throne?"
"Probably not..." Ronan shook his head thoughtfully, his tactical mind analyzing the variables. "Even though the Zhao Family has intense internal discord, they aren't stupid. Murdering their absolute apex pillar right when external threats are rising would be literal suicide, right? Who would protect them from outside predators?"
Jiang Chen smoothly took over the conversation, his voice cutting through their speculation like a blade: "The baseline population on the East Island side is at least a hundred million. With our current operational strength, even if we were to call every single capable fighter and reserve contractor from Kang City to form a coalition, we still wouldn't have a mathematically high confidence level in executing an all-out war of annihilation against them. But this sudden power vacuum within the Zhao Family of Shanghai... might just be the perfect historical opportunity we need."
Hearing those calculated words, Ronan and Li Dala's eyes widened as they immediately guessed the terrifying scope of their boss's underlying thoughts.
"Boss... you couldn't possibly be thinking of forcefully incorporating every single combat asset in Shanghai under our banner, could you?"
The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth curled up into an enigmatic, cold smile as he said indifferently: "Incorporation isn't quite the right word. However, the raw atrocity videos we systematically posted online these past few days have fully started to ferment in the public consciousness. Right now, millions of citizens within Great Xia harbor a deep, burning, volatile resentment toward East Island. If we can establish an absolute, unshakeable foothold in the Magic Capital during this chaos, we can leverage that public fury to call on the fractured masses of Shanghai to launch a unified, massive cross-sea expedition to wipe out East Island together."
It wasn't that Jiang Chen feared the military might of East Island. It was simply a matter of cold, hard logistics and practical reality.
After all, destroying an industrialized, high-level island nation with a population of over a hundred million wasn't a casual feat that could be accomplished just by talking big or flexing a single flashy skill. Ask yourself, if an entire nation fortified by hundreds of thousands of battle-hardened Contractors could be wiped off the map just by moving one's lips... is that even remotely possible? If such a brainless scenario actually existed, it would only happen in the pages of trashy, low-effort webnovels.
In the real world, war required a massive, overwhelming tide of human resources, continuous logistical supply lines, and absolute unity of command.
Ronan and Li Dala exchanged another look, their initial hesitation entirely replaced by a profound, burning agreement with Jiang Chen's strategic foresight. Although the factional web in Shanghai was incredibly complex and dangerous... if they could successfully infiltrate the city at its weakest point, crush the dissenting voices, and integrate all those disparate high-level combatants into a single fist... that would undeniably form an unprecedentedly powerful, world-shaking military force.
And more importantly, there was a massive, highly classified variable that made Shanghai the ultimate prize:
The Magic Capital possessed exclusive, sovereign control over a highly specialized, ancient Secret Realm—the only known dungeon on Blue Star where one could reliably farm the legendary [Sharingan] bloodline components.
If Jiang Chen's guild could systematically seize absolute control over that specific secret realm's anchor point... then in the near future, a baseline pair of evolving [Sharingan] eyes might very well become the standard-issue, basic equipment for every single elite member in their ranks.
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Jiang Chen was a man of exceptionally swift, ruthless, and decisive action. Since his strategic mind had firmly decided that Shanghai was the next logical chessboard, he would absolutely not tolerate a single second of procrastination!
Therefore, after thoroughly laying out the structural parameters of the mission to Ronan and Li Dala, he turned his back on the command map, his dark cloak rustling as he immediately prepared his vanguard squad to march directly into the deep, bloody waters of Shanghai.
The logistics of their long-distance displacement were executed with the exact same flawless synergy they had perfected in previous operations.
First, Jiang Chen would activate the high-tier space-time ninjutsu, the [Heavenly Transfer Technique], to instantly shoot one of Ronan's custom-forged Flying Raijin kunai across the vast distance directly into the coordinates of Shanghai. Once the anchor point was securely established on the other side, Ronan would seamlessly trigger the [Flying Thunder God Technique] to instantaneously teleport himself, Li Dala, and Jiang Chen across space, bypassing all geopolitical borders and physical checkpoints in a flash.
But right before they initiated the spatial jump... Jiang Chen halted the sequence. He turned to Li Dala and gave a calm, calculated order: generate an extra-large Clay Bomb on the spot.
Li Dala blinked, completely failing to grasp the tactical purpose of a high-yield explosive right before a stealth infiltration mission. It wasn't until Jiang Chen indifferently added that he intended to use the Heavenly Transfer Technique to project this specific Clay Bomb directly into the heart of East Island that the demolition expert's eyes lit up like stars.
"Holy cow, Boss! I've wanted to pull a stunt like this for a literal eternity!" Li Dala felt a sudden, profound surge of adrenaline, looking at Jiang Chen as if he had just discovered an absolute soulmate who shared his deepest, most explosive artistic ideals. "You want an extra-large Clay Bomb, right? Say no more, I'll sculpt you a masterpiece right this damn second..."
Bursting with raw inspiration, Li Dala couldn't wait another moment. He aggressively shoved both of his hands deep into the specialized cloth pouches strapped to his waist, letting the ravenous mouths embedded in his palms frantically gorge on his remaining stockpile of Explosive Clay. The distinct, wet crunch-crunch sound of rapid kneading echoed through the quiet command room.
Not long after, he pulled his hands out with a triumphant grin. Resting in his palms was an exceptionally large, smooth clay tumbler doll.
"Haha! Feast your eyes on this, Boss—this is my C3 No. 18, molded using the absolute highest concentration of Explosion Release Chakra my body can currently synthesize. Its baseline kinetic yield is more than enough to completely level a heavily fortified Shinobi Village in a single, beautiful flash. How about it? Pretty badass, right?"
Li Dala beamed with absolute confidence, his thumb hovering over his detonator sign as he eagerly asked Jiang Chen exactly what time frame he wanted for the blast.
Jiang Chen, however, remained entirely unhurried. With a casual flick of his wrist, he unrolled a massive Space Scroll and began pulling out a towering, dense stack of high-grade Explosive Tags.
"A standard village-destroying Clay Bomb is efficient, but it lacks the necessary theatrical flair to truly panic an empire," Jiang Chen said, his voice dripping with an icy, malevolent calm. "Find a structural way to seamlessly pack these explosive tags deep inside the clay core. When the trigger pulls, the localized chain reaction should compress the shockwave, amplifying the total destructive power exponentially."
Hearing this insane optimization, Li Dala's jaw literally dropped before a manic, ecstatic grin split his face. "Mother of God... mixing concentrated explosive tags directly into the internal chakra core of a C3 Clay Bomb? I've honestly never even conceived of a hybrid monstrosity like this before... Art is truly an explosion!"
Without wasting a single breath, he snatched the heavy stack of tags. The mouths on his palms opened wide, tearing, chewing, and furiously kneading the paper talismans back into the white clay structure with a wet, rhythmic crunch-crunch-crunch sound.
Within minutes, a beautifully refined, deceptively innocent-looking clay tumbler doll—now heavily laced with lethal "extra ingredients"—was meticulously completed.
Jiang Chen inspected Li Dala's terrifying new artwork, watching the faint, volatile blue chakra veins pulsing beneath the smooth white clay surface, and nodded with immense satisfaction.
Then, he leaned forward, locking eyes with the demolition expert as he spoke with deep, heavy meaning: "When we land in Shanghai, use your downtime to continuously replenish your Explosive Clay reserve to its absolute maximum. During the window of time the three of us are operating inside the Magic Capital, the East Island high command will undoubtedly try to organize counter-offensives or send tracking squads across our borders. To ensure they remain far too busy, paranoid, and terrified to ever look elsewhere... I need you to send them a little care package just like this one, every single day."
Li Dala's eyes widened to the size of saucers, an expression of sheer, unadulterated disbelief washing over his face. "Holy crap, Boss... every single day?! Isn't that going a bit too far into the psycho zone? You're not just launching a tactical strike; you're running a literal daily Dongfeng Express service until mission accomplishment!"
Jiang Chen let out a short, cold laugh. "Relax, Dala. These daily drops are merely the appetizers to keep them cooperative. When we successfully wrap up our business in Shanghai and march back across the sea... that is when their moment of true, absolute despair will finally arrive."
Without a shred of hesitation left, Jiang Chen immediately formed a single-handed seal, directly activating the spatial protocols of the [Heavenly Transfer Technique]. In a blinding beam of light, the heavily rigged clay doll vanished from the pedestal, shot across the ocean at lightspeed toward its coordinates in East Island.
Simultaneously, Li Dala's fingers blurred into a sequence of hand signs. Ram → Snake → Tiger!
He remotely cast a highly stabilized, timed-detonation Chakra Fuse directly into the heart of the flying doll. This specific fuse utilized a deeply embedded delayed-action mechanism buried inside the dense clay matrix; without the user's specific chakra signature to dissolve it, it was mathematically and structurally impossible to disarm or neutralize it from the outside.
"Alright, the delivery is en route. It's time for us to hit the road..."
Having successfully delivered this explosive token of "love" to the silent leadership of East Island, Jiang Chen turned his back on the empty pedestal. With a sharp nod to Ronan and Li Dala, the vanguard squad stood completely locked and loaded, ready to plunge straight into the chaotic, blood-soaked arena of the Demon Capital.
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