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The Brain Eater Mosquito struck again, flapping its transparent wings and emitting a sharp buzzing sound.
Several bodyguards hid inside the car, rolling down a corner of the window to slowly extend their guns out. Under the watchful eyes of those nearby, they unleashed a barrage of gunfire at the Brain Eater Mosquito darting back and forth in the trajectory.
Freyr quickly dodged while holding the Sniper Rifle horizontally, using the other end of the iron barrel to counter the mosquito's sharp proboscis, which was its long mouth. The initial collision produced a distinct metallic clang.
The impact from the Brain Eater Mosquito left his hands numb; its proboscis was as hard as ordinary steel pipes. The end of the rifle was too fragile. After just one collision, the Brain Eater Mosquito began to press down with its entire weight, its slender proboscis stabbing fiercely. Each time it nearly struck Freyr, he managed to turn his head just in time to avoid it, but that long tube was now aimed directly at his ear.
The buzzing sound drilled into his ears, the low-frequency noise causing unbearable pain in his eardrum, as if a sharp object were teasing the edges of it. Just on the verge of damage, he felt liquid oozing from both sides of his ears—clearly two streams of fresh blood.
The Brain Eater Mosquito hastily withdrew its powerful proboscis and then dove downwards with tremendous force towards its prey. The allure of fragrant brain matter was too strong; it would risk everything to penetrate through despite the hail of bullets. Freyr wondered if he could evade it once more.
As that sharp proboscis descended, he quickly extended both hands to grip it tightly. The forces balanced for a moment; however, as if stimulated by something intense, the mosquito began secreting a slippery green liquid from its proboscis, splattering onto his face. The murky fluid was indistinguishable as either mosquito blood or saliva, leaving a tingling itch where it adhered to his skin.
Gradually, the proboscis slid downwards. Freyr opened his mouth wide, his pupils dilating as they focused on the needle-like tip that was mere centimeters away from piercing his eye. He struggled to hold onto it; the force pressing down was overwhelming, like he was pushing a needle slowly into his own brain.
Among the Zerg, the Brain Eater Mosquito was considered one of the weaker species and relatively easy to deal with. For an average human, a little strategy could easily wipe out many Brain Eater Mosquitos at once.
But in this situation, a frail human against a Brain Eater Mosquito clearly showed that the mosquito's strength far surpassed that of an ordinary human.
The deafening gunfire echoed in his ears; at least he could still vaguely hear sounds. As long as he could hear them, it meant he was still alive. Bullets poured from both sides' submachine guns; soon enough, within just a few minutes, several kilograms of bullets had embedded themselves into the mosquito's back, leaving gory wounds where internal organs were visible.
"Use the Sniper Rifle!"
Freyr felt a heart-wrenching pain; his arms appeared particularly muscular with prominent veins. As he saw that sharp proboscis about to pierce his retina, he painfully maneuvered one leg away from the mosquito's body and swiftly kicked aside the Sniper Rifle that had slipped from his grasp due to excessive force earlier.
Just as he shouted, a shadow rolled in beside him—a stern face bearing an eerie smile expertly pulled the trigger:
A silver flash erupted from the muzzle; under both pressure and force, the sharp bullet swiftly penetrated through one side of its compound eye. The Brain Eater Mosquito's body shuddered slightly before suddenly losing strength in its grip. Freyr seized this opportunity to fling its proboscis aside and quickly pulled his other leg free from beneath it.
Two handguns were drawn from the pant legs, crossing their firepower rapidly. Freyr went wild, slapping the bullets with his gun, and they all embedded into the intact compound eyes, which were instantly shattered like glass.
"Haah..."
Freyr took a few deep breaths, the fear that had filled his mind dissipating somewhat. He turned to remove the magazine, replacing it with a fresh one before slotting it into his belt.
"There are a few people outside. Those who want to follow me can come; those who are afraid can stay out."
Freyr glanced at the bodyguards in the vehicle and shook his head helplessly.
"I'll go with you."
When his gaze fell on the square-faced man who had suddenly appeared, a long-awaited smile broke across his face. The man didn’t hesitate and stood up immediately.
"I don’t make friends with strangers. Tell me your name," Freyr said coldly.
"Relock."
The square-faced man spoke seriously, a banana-shaped scar running from his forehead to the corner of his eye, resembling a terrifying centipede wound. Relock usually did some errands among these bodyguards due to his connections; though not glamorous work, he had developed outstanding speed from running errands.
"I don’t think I’ve seen you before."
Freyr looked into Relock's eyes. Relock calmly met Freyr's gaze. Although these bodyguards usually dressed sharply, their only flaw was their inability to meet their master's eyes directly.
In the past, Freyr had caused them quite a bit of trouble. He had dismissed several batches of bodyguards, many of whom were capable individuals. However, a few were let go for stuttering or failing to maintain eye contact with him—well, they ended up being fired too.
And now?
Suddenly, an older-looking bodyguard hurried over with a serious expression on his face. He then pressed down on Relock's head and spoke in a fawning tone, "Don’t stare at the young master’s face; he’ll fire you. Sorry about that, young master; he’s just inexperienced."
"It's nothing. He has guts, and I want to make use of him. You should find a few more like him. Those who are hiding in the car, afraid for their lives, will all be dismissed after this mission."
Freyr glanced at the bodyguards who had just gotten out of the car, a hint of a wicked smile flashing across his face. He turned and began to sort through a box of ammunition.
The Bodyguard Leader trembled slightly and whispered, "All dismissed?"
"Yes. The only reason I took you in was because you could at least provide for yourselves. But if you can't protect your master’s life, what good are you? If I die, what benefit is that to you? There's no point in keeping such subordinates. I want someone like him; let him accompany me to school from now on. Don't think I don't know he's your illegitimate son," Freyr said softly, not slowing down his work.
"Uh, no, I don’t have a son like him," the Bodyguard Leader replied in surprise, shaking his head.
"Dad, he’s right. There’s nothing I can do if you don’t acknowledge me," Relock turned around.
"Get lost and protect the young master. Besides eating a lot, what else can you do? If you don't do this, who will support you? Hurry up and help out, you big oaf. I'm not your father. And don’t let anyone outside know about our relationship."
Freyr was followed by a group of fully armed bodyguards, who then split into two teams and stormed into the villa.
The villa spanned several hundred square meters, enough to accommodate thirty people with over twenty rooms. These served as regular living quarters for the housekeepers, butlers, bodyguards, and Gatekeepers who lived with their wives inside. Freyr's family occupied the largest room on the top floor, complete with its own shower and restroom.
As he walked through the living room, Freyr reached for the switch on the wall and turned on all the lights in the house. The illumination dispelled some of the fear lingering in everyone's hearts. Although standing in a well-lit area wasn't absolutely safe, both Freyr and the bodyguards behind him felt somewhat reassured.
The house was large, so every detail in each room could not be overlooked. Most insects among the Zerg possessed strength, while some were fragile and easily eliminated. However, it would be unwise to underestimate them; even weak insects could possess parasitic abilities.
These parasites latch onto living beings to absorb energy and only seize control when their host becomes weakened. They could take over their host's memories and thoughts as if they were still alive, coexisting with their companions while conveniently finding new hosts—whether human or creatures of the forest—becoming puppets for these insects.
Freyr feared that such parasites might appear at this moment since the house was too quiet compared to their usual lively atmosphere. By now, the chef should be preparing meals for over twenty staff members and masters; food would first be retrieved from the rescue station before sorting ingredients and preparing meals at various intervals.
As they circled around the layout of the living room, everyone remained tense, trying not to make any noise.
At that moment, a low hum emanated from the kitchen—a sound from a high-powered range hood. Although soundproof wooden panels had blocked most of the noise in the villa, the sound of the range hood could not be entirely concealed.
"What’s going on? Who turned on the exhaust fan?"
Freyr whispered in the voice chat.
"It can't be the Second Team who turned on the exhaust fan, can it?"
A hoarse voice chimed in.
"We didn’t! We just entered through the back door. There’s no way it was us; we wouldn’t have searched that quickly."
From the other side of the room, another voice came through, sounding quite nervous. They managed to hold back their anger, knowing that when people are anxious and faced with choices, they often panic and want to push the decision onto someone else. The Second Team definitely didn’t want to take the blame for this mess, so they quickly extinguished that thought.
"If it’s not any of us, then maybe it’s someone from home? A housekeeper, a chef, or..."
Freyr hesitated for a moment, then closed the voice chat and quickly added, "Should we go check it out?"
Relock approached and nodded. "Yeah."
"Alright."
Freyr took a deep breath, pushing aside his thoughts, and stepped forward as the first among the group. Before long, they arrived at the kitchen door.
He glanced at the kitchen door; through the crack, he saw no light source, yet he could hear cooking sounds coming from inside. There was even a hint of smoke in the air—a mix of oil, salt, sugar, and vinegar wafting together.
"Strange... how can they cook without any light?"
Freyr hesitated for a moment before gently pushing open the kitchen door.
However, inside the kitchen stood several shadowy figures, their outlines still quite vague. The lights in the kitchen were off.
The shadows were swaying up and down, and from the fire source below, it was clear that the object causing the movement was a large pot.
"Hey, Medaukinthos, you need to turn on the lights while cooking."
Freya cautiously stepped forward to turn on the light, but at that moment, the shadows standing deeper in the room slowly turned their heads. Their eyes glimmered with a hint of green light, and they emitted a chilling tremor as they said, "Young Master, dinner will be ready soon."
"Young Master, Young Master."
"Uh, alright, I understand." Freyr smiled lightly, deciding not to turn on the light. He turned back to signal everyone and closed the door again.
The bodyguards took a step back, still shaken, and remained silent. Once the door was closed, they all let out a heavy sigh of relief; it seemed they had been frightened by the earlier scene. Freyr remained quiet as he pulled a grenade from his pocket. He felt quite helpless; these parasites had indeed already infested human bodies.
The Amoeba parasite, once it attaches to its host, can rapidly reproduce within seconds of being implanted into a living organism, even if the original root has been removed.
Time had passed, and while these individuals appeared to be alive, they retained only minimal thinking and awareness. This was why they instinctively hid in the kitchen to cook; under the light, they seemed no different from ordinary people. The Zerg was indifferent to light sources; in darkness, their bodies would emit light when exposed to yeast in the air.
Once an Amoeba is implanted within a living body, it becomes untreatable. They can manipulate these Puppets to express emotions like joy or sorrow. However, their only flaw is that they cannot distinguish between darkness and light. Fortunately for Freyr, he hadn't immediately turned on all the lights in the rooms; otherwise, the true nature of those in the kitchen would have been revealed.
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