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"What is that thing!"
"Help! Someone stop the bleeding!"
"Is it human or a ghost? It just spoke! Is it still alive? Is it even human?"
"With a tongue that long, how could it be human? And look at the claw marks on the wall; no human has claws like that."
As Huang Jing jumped out of the window, the room erupted into chaos with a loud buzz. The cries of despair mixed with frantic arguments fueled by fear created a cacophony.
Due to some hasty and blind shooting, several prisoners were hit by stray bullets, with a few dying on the spot while others lay on the ground, wailing in agony.
"It's them! That monster came from among them! We must conduct a thorough search; otherwise, who can guarantee there won't be another one!" However, there were also some fellows with ulterior motives fanning the flames.
Upon hearing this, even the nearby guards and members of the U.S. Military operation team fell silent, seemingly in tacit agreement.
In the absence of restraint, humanity's ugly side was laid bare. Most prisoners understood that this was likely an isolated incident, but they saw an opportunity to taste something they had long been denied—fresh meat. The group of youthful girls, especially three stunning beauties among them, stirred the already restless prisoners who had been incarcerated for their crimes.
At this moment, driven by extreme tension and fear, they desperately needed an outlet. The source of Huang Jing's distress and those twenty or so attractive girls suddenly became their target.
Many quick-witted fellows realized that under such a pretext, even if they went too far, no one would stop them.
They could easily use the excuse of stripping them to check for injuries. Once that tempting scene unfolded, it was likely someone would lose control; as soon as one person took the lead, chaos would be inevitable.
The Law Does Not Punish the Many At that moment, the prison guards and the soldiers would likely not shoot their own people just because of a group of foreigners. Nearby, the Prisoners looked at the youthful female students with bloodshot eyes, especially fixating on Liang Wuxuan, Qi Menglu, and Feng Lin.
The students, already shaken by the drastic changes in their teacher, could not help but turn pale at the sight of their surroundings.
However, just then, a loud gunshot rang out, and the prisoner who had initially incited the others fell to the ground with a burst of blood from his forehead.
"What have you done?! This time, you won't get away with it; you will face legal consequences!" The Rough American Soldier, who had been quiet for a while, roared again at Yang Xiaoyou, who was casually adjusting her pistol.
Although he was also dissatisfied with the prisoners' Reaction, he could not deny that what she did was wrong. No matter how unjustly they acted, they should not be executed without due process.
"What did I do? I just shot an Infected Entity. You all saw it; this kind of Advanced Infected possesses intelligence and language skills. Those who incite chaos are clearly trying to take advantage of any disorder among us," Yang Xiaoyou replied nonchalantly.
"You!"
"I? What about me? Don't forget, I was the one who discovered that ** first. Or do you have a way to distinguish ** from humans?" Yang Xiaoyou stood her ground defiantly, her tone growing colder as she spoke.
The previously restless prisoners instinctively shrank back upon hearing her words.
Regardless of whether the mercenary wearing the strange helmet was genuine or not, based on his discovery of **, he could easily label anyone he wanted as infected. In such extraordinary times, no one could touch him; dying would be in vain.
"Was that fellow named **? No wonder Boss referred to those Zombies as Corpse all along," Noah muttered in realization. Remembering what Yang Xiaoyou had said earlier sent a chill down his spine; if he encountered such a thing alone, he would likely meet a tragic end.
The terms Corpse and ** had not yet spread widely, but that did not mean there were no informed individuals. Yang Xiaoyou was not worried about being questioned; many documents had leaked from the laboratory. Anyone could pick up a copy or recognize ** from before.
Since ** had appeared now, it was no surprise that it had shown up earlier as well; it just wasn't good news.
Due to Yang Xiaoyou's strong stance, there were no more foolish fellows around to disturb the Field Trip Group. They all understood that this helmeted Mercenary's recent actions were likely just in line with the initial promise he made.
At the same time, the students who had previously glared at Yang Xiaoyou now displayed a rather complex attitude towards him. In a short span of time, these students, who should have been proud and confident, had experienced too much: the sudden chaos, the flesh-eating Zombies, the covetousness of other Survivors, and finally, the transformation of their leading teacher.
Even though most of them had received elite education, they were quickly reaching their limits under such pressure. No matter how exceptional they were, they were still just a group of young students. The fact that they had managed to endure this much was already a testament to their efforts; most adults would not have been able to handle what they had faced.
After Yang Xiaoyou's forceful intervention brought a slight calm to the scene, Zhao Chen strode over to him. Standing before him with a serious and sincere expression, he said, "I am deeply grateful for your assistance. Although my strength is limited, if you ever need my help in the future, please do not hesitate to ask. I owe you a promise."
Nearby members of the U.S. Army and some guards beside them found his words somewhat amusing. Even Noah and Nobunaga Hideyoshi seemed indifferent; after all, he was just a student. Even if his family might hold some influence, both sides belonged to worlds that rarely intersected.
However, a flicker of interest crossed Yang Xiaoyou's eyes. He remembered that years after escaping from the laboratory, he had entered society with several blank years behind him. Among these students present, few left a lasting impression on him; even Liang Wuxuan, the President himself, did not evoke many memories.
Yet Zhao Chen had inadvertently made a deep impression on him. Due to an accident that exposed Zhao Chen's identity, it caused quite a stir across the nation—a student still pursuing his master's degree yet one of the highest leaders of the armed forces of the Chinese Empire.
At this moment, although Yang Xiaoyou did not know if Zhao Chen had already joined the organization, this fellow's goodwill was indeed quite valuable.
Of course, for someone with political instincts like him, it might be unrealistic to expect too much from just one promise. Nevertheless, this could provide significant support for his future endeavors.
After all, no matter how much he thrived outside, the Chinese Empire—where external forces were managed extremely strictly—was ultimately where he needed to survive long-term.
As his heart raced for a moment, Yang Xiaoyou calmly nodded at Zhao Chen, seemingly acknowledging his words.
"Mr. Mercenary," said a chubby Warden who rushed over with sweat dripping down his forehead before Zhao Chen could leave. "What exactly was that thing we just encountered? If more of them appear, I fear our prison walls won't hold them back at all. Should we move to secure the holding cells instead? Although the conditions are worse there, at least those windows have bars."
No matter what, it seemed that this Mercenary understood more than most in such situations; every bit of power available could be crucial for survival.
"I don't know the specifics, but I do know that these Advanced Infected are different from those mindless Zombies. They are alive, not reanimated corpses. As for their destructive power, well," Yang Xiaoyou said with a playful smile.
Regarding the earlier display of weakness, he didn't want to dwell on it. It was better to keep things vague; being too knowledgeable about it could lead to trouble.
"Actually, it seems that this so-called creature is still influenced by its memories as a human. Otherwise, there's no way that group of students could have been so close without anyone getting hurt. However, Mr. Yi's marksmanship is truly impressive; hitting vital points at such high speeds is no small feat." At this moment, Captain Ben Esmore of the U.S. Military team, who had been kidnapped once, looked on with admiration.
Yang Xiaoyou understood his own situation. Although his physical abilities were still average, thanks to Cognitive Acceleration and stable control over his body, his shooting skills had improved significantly after several real combat experiences.
At this point, this was the strongest asset for enhancing his combat effectiveness. With a gun in hand, he could consider himself a seasoned Mercenary. After undergoing Antibody injections and practicing with the weapon, his shooting capabilities were now far superior to when he faced Hank in the lab.
From the fact that he was the one who shot the target in the spine, it was clear that Captain Ben had considerable skill in firearms as well; leading a combat team required more than just basic competence.
Although many had fired their weapons just now, only a few managed to hit the rapidly moving target—Ben, Noah, and Nobunaga Hideyoshi were among them. However, they did not strike any vital areas and thus failed to inflict significant damage.
Upon hearing Ben's words, others nearby looked at Yang Xiaoyou with surprise. They initially thought he had merely spotted the enemy since his first few shots had missed. They were astonished to learn that he had also delivered the final successful shot.
At this moment, Yang Xiaoyou appeared indifferent. The mountain from his memories loomed too high for him to feel any sense of achievement from this event. Little did he know that to ordinary people, this was quite legendary; if it were a lucky shot, it would be one thing, but if it was aimed and fired accurately, that was terrifying enough.
Ignoring the expressions of those around him, he simply nodded in agreement with Ben's earlier point. However, deep down he understood that this perspective was completely opposite to reality.
Indeed, these creatures were influenced by their original human memories, but this influence acted in reverse. A newly transformed creature would do everything possible to consume those who were deeply connected to them emotionally and could affect them.
This creature remained still; perhaps it instinctively sensed the hidden danger among the group of students.
Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoyou glanced at the girl sitting beside Qi Menglu who seemed lost in thought. Among everyone present, she appeared to be the calmest in response to the changes around them.
At the same time, Yang Xiaoyou began to understand why their initial escape count was twenty-six, while now there were over forty people present. It was likely that the additional deaths among the students were due to Huang Jing's actions.
The remaining individuals who managed to escape must have done so because of the surprise attack on Qi Menglu, which prompted Feng Lin, who usually paid little attention to the outside world, to take action.
Moreover, since it had chosen to ignore that sense of crisis and targeted the students, it was probably because it had secretly replenished some 'nutrients' in the dark environment of the sewer.
"What do you all think now? Do you want to stay in this prison or leave? If you choose to leave, there is still a way out." Yang Xiaoyou spoke up without hesitation.
Although Huang Jing had been severely injured by him, with its self-healing abilities, as long as it had a sufficient food source, it could quickly recover and even compensate for its previous weakness.
When that time came, it would surely come to resolve its own obsession. Feng Lin was strong, but against such a being—even the version of himself from memory—he would need to be fully prepared if he faced it unarmed.
Even if his combat power surpassed that of his opponent, the virus it carried was quite dangerous. Relying entirely on Feng Lin could lead to trouble if any unexpected events occurred.
It would be better for that girl to stay by Qi Menglu's side and keep her company.
It seemed likely that he would need to go to the hospital for a transfer order. The updates wouldn't be few; however, if he had to wait in line, the update for noon might be slightly delayed.
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