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"Who are those people? Their equipment seems specifically designed for this kind of environment!" Ben, squatting in front of the only corpse dressed in a white Protective Suit left behind by Yang Xiaoyou, looked somewhat grim.
The Protective Suit offered almost no resistance to bullets, comparable to ordinary clothing. Yet even someone as rough as Noah understood that this suit, which completely masked its wearer's scent, would not make much difference when entering a city filled with corpses compared to other places, as long as one paid a little attention.
Their firearms were not very powerful either; most were completely silent Submachine Pistols. To achieve such silence, their power was even weaker than that of standard caliber handguns.
This disaster had only just begun, and already there were people equipped with these specialized suits entering the area, randomly shooting Survivors. It was clear to anyone who thought about it that something was seriously wrong.
As active U.S. soldiers, they were already suffering enough from the disaster. Discovering that it might be man-made only worsened their grim expressions.
Due to the 'momentum' displayed by the group of dozens, the Janitors outside chose to retreat. There was even a brief exchange of gunfire during Yang Xiaoyou's intimidating pursuit.
They left behind a corpse and lightly injured several people, while several U.S. Soldiers on Yang Xiaoyou's side were also wounded. If it weren't for the fact that their opponents' firearms were unsuitable for open beach combat and that they all wore bulletproof vests, their losses would likely have been much greater.
In terms of individual combat quality, the Janitors were far superior.
"This situation must be reported up the chain. If this disaster is man-made, it absolutely cannot be tolerated," Ben said, his expression exceptionally grim.
Emerging from the sewer led them to an undeveloped beach, but in the distance, they could already see the outline of a tourist beach. Although some shadowy figures could be seen wandering on the beach, as long as they could find a yacht among the crowd, they could escape this cursed place.
"Let's move quickly and stay alert behind us. Someone just triggered the trap I set; hopefully that grenade will keep them quiet for a while." After everyone had emerged, Yang Xiaoyou turned to Ben and then glanced at Liang Wuxuan, who was squatting in front of the Janitor's corpse.
"Hey there, it's not worth staring at a dead body. We should get going."
Seeing Liang Wuxuan poking at the corpse with her fingers made Yang Xiaoyou feel a bit strange.
The reaction speed of this fellow was absolutely top-notch. In such a short time, before she could even react, she had already given quite a good suggestion. From this unintentional display, it seemed that Liang Wuxuan was not inferior to Zhao Chen in terms of personal ability, and it would not be an exaggeration to say she even surpassed him.
However, her performance always made Yang Xiaoyou feel a bit strange. In the face of the apocalyptic scene that even made her scalp tingle, Liang Wuxuan seemed to possess a kind of excitement and anticipation that came from deep within her bones.
"It must be an illusion. How could anyone feel excited about a situation like this? Hmm, why do I have so little memory of her? That shouldn't be the case." Yang Xiaoyou rummaged through the fragments of memory in her mind, feeling puzzled. Given Liang Wuxuan's abilities and solid background, she should have shone brightly in a few years. Yet, there was almost no news about her after entering society.
"After all, we aren't familiar with each other; I probably didn't bother to inquire." In the end, Yang Xiaoyou found a possible explanation for herself.
Suddenly, a cruise ship roared as it departed from the dock. Many areas on the ship were stained with blood, and some figures resembling students were washing away the stains with water. On the other side, a dozen men in prison uniforms were throwing some bodies into the sea.
At that moment, there was a flicker of fear and relief in their eyes. Standing on the cruise ship and looking at the sewer entrance where everyone was starting to leave, they could clearly see a group of corpses surging out from within.
The only possibility for the corpses to emerge from there was that the prison had fallen. If it weren't for the warden's concern that they might cause trouble and had asked their team to take them away, they would likely face either being devoured or becoming one of those corpses.
"There should be three hours of travel left until we reach Honolulu. Do you have any plans, Elder?" Ben asked Elder with a look of relief.
"No need. I've already contacted someone to pick me up; they should arrive in less than three hours." Elder shook his satellite phone and smiled.
Everyone on board felt quite joyful to have safely escaped from that hellish city, even those heavy criminals who knew they would soon be imprisoned again.
Only when faced with impending loss do people truly understand the value of life.
"Captain Ben, what are your plans after retirement?" Yang Xiaoyou then asked him.
"Retirement? Ha ha, this time we've really accomplished something. Retirement is still a long way off for me; I'm planning to stay in the military for life. Only here do I feel at home, and I'm sure the Captain feels the same," laughed Hoss, the Vice Captain of the combat team.
After experiencing life-and-death situations and fighting side by side, even Hoss, who had been most dissatisfied with Yang Xiaoyou and the others, found his initial hostility dissipating.
Soldiers respect strength. Although Yang Xiaoyou had not made many moves, each one was executed with remarkable precision. His marksmanship with a handgun surpassed that of the top three shooters in the entire army. The handgun is the simplest entry-level firearm; anyone can fire a couple of shots, but mastering it takes a significant amount of time due to its lack of a stock. It’s typically easy to learn but hard to master.
However, Hoss did not realize that it wasn't that Yang Xiaoyou didn't want to use the Assault Rifle from their team; it was just that he was currently only proficient with handguns. Given their weight, recoil, and maneuverability, only a handgun could barely match his Cognitive Acceleration.
Hearing Hoss's words, Yang Xiaoyou chuckled casually and left them an email address. "If you can trust me, you can come find me after retirement. I'm just getting started and could really use people like you. Don't be too quick to refuse; I’ll be retiring too."
Upon hearing Yang Xiaoyou's words, Ben appeared somewhat troubled. Ever since encountering the Janitor's team, he understood that a bright future was not guaranteed for them.
Sometimes knowing too much isn't a good thing. The power struggles and compromises among those colossal entities often require sacrifices. Moreover, the losses from this rescue operation weighed heavily on his mind.
With that thought in mind, Ben managed a smile at Yang Xiaoyou and pocketed the note with the email address, hoping he was just overthinking things.
"I hope we can meet again soon," Yang Xiaoyou said as he grasped the rope ladder dangling from the helicopter, watching Ben and the others bid farewell with a smile. The helicopter sent to retrieve Elder then flew off into the distance.
Before ascending to a higher altitude, Yang Xiaoyou took one last look at the somewhat gloomy ponytailed girl. A strange thought flashed through his mind—she seemed much cuter now than before.
"Hey, Mom?"
"Oh, you can still make calls? That means everything's fine then. Menglu is such a drama queen! Alright, your dad and I have things to do; I'll hang up now."
Hearing the busy tone buzzing in his ear, Yang Xiaoyou felt the veins on his forehead throb. Sometimes, he really doubted whether he was their biological child.
However, thinking back to his parents who had perished one after another to save him, Yang Xiaoyou sighed. Their love for him was fully displayed at that moment.
"Your life is given by me, and it will also be protected by me."
These were the last words he exchanged with his parents, who had sacrificed their lives to create a slim chance for his escape.
At this thought, Yang Xiaoyou's clenched fist tightened even more.
His parents, Chen Hao's father, and Qi Menglu's father were all comrades in the military, all coming from special forces and having participated in the Vietnam War.
After retiring, his parents pursued their passion for outdoor photography, research on large reptiles, and wilderness survival, exploring various dangerous regions around the world while leaving him to fend for himself back home.
Among the three families, only Chen Hao showed interest in their fathers' experiences and was willing to carry on their legacy.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaoyou hesitated for a moment before dialing the Qi Menglu family’s number again.
"Hey? You're still alive? Truly a disaster that lasts a thousand years. What? What? You have plans this summer and won't come? What does that have to do with me? You even called me for this nonsense. Ugh."
Hearing that familiar busy tone again made Yang Xiaoyou feel like he was about to explode. Who was that fellow who had looked like a wilted eggplant back then? Now she was fine, while he was about to lose it.
"Tch, I guess I still have to treat her with the same attitude as before," he muttered angrily as he slammed down the phone in the booth, feeling utterly frustrated.
At that moment, he was in Bethesda, Maryland, having just completed a deal with Lockheed Martin. He found an excuse to temporarily leave Noah and the others, shaking off the pursuing fellow, and switched back to his original appearance to check in with home.
However,
"Boss, why do you look so unhappy? Those bottles we just traded were worth ten million USD! Ten million! Tsk tsk, it would take me ten years of not eating or drinking to earn that much. I don’t even know if I can last that long," Noah exclaimed upon seeing Yang Xiaoyou's seemingly displeased expression.
"Is that a lot? The price of just one third-generation main battle aircraft is more than that. If it weren't for the fear of asking for too much money and losing my life in the process, multiplying it by ten wouldn't be a big deal," Yang Xiaoyou replied irritably.
In his memory, the most heated item on the black market was the H Virus, along with a set of incomplete data that had sold for a billion USD.
One must understand that a billion USD could place any individual among the top five hundred wealthiest people in any country. Moreover, having a billion in cash meant that with some connections, one could easily invest in several large projects and use that as collateral for loans or financing for even more substantial amounts.
Of course, the original holders of that virus and data had enough power to protect their interests, unlike Yang Xiaoyou now, who could only scrape together whatever he could.
As for the anonymous account at Swiss Bank and the unique email associated with the Mercenary World, Yang Xiaoyou had already completed the application and registration during those half-months of preparation using some knowledge and memories he had retained.
While his computer hacking skills were merely average, he had learned how to erase traces after making painful sacrifices and blood lessons in his past life.
Although there are no chapters divided here, this can be considered the end of the first volume. The next chapter will enter the second volume.
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