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Date: October 7th
The man in black had originally been hiding behind the construction site, surrounded by numerous obstacles. After several missed shots, he decisively holstered his pistol.
Although he had sustained a graze from the bullet of the pursuer on his arm, the only trouble was the bloodstain that needed to be concealed; it had little impact on his combat ability.
Compared to the troublesome shooting, his true strength lay in close-quarters combat.
With this thought, a sinister smile crept onto the face of the man in black. He had killed countless ignorant prey before.
However, as the opponent approached him with an eerie gait, what initially seemed like a manageable speed suddenly surged. The zombie-like face, blank yet flashing with a red glow in its eyes, became ghostly at this newfound speed.
It was only at this moment that the man in black's expression changed dramatically.
In the slowed perception of time, Yang Xiaoyou's heart was filled with strange emotions. The murderous intent boiled and raged within him, yet the breathing techniques he had consistently practiced provided a certain degree of calmness to his mind, creating a contradiction; it felt as if the boiling killing intent did not belong to him.
Since his actions aligned perfectly with the will of his memory persona, there was no repeat of the loss of control he experienced on the streets of London. Another version of himself still influenced him but showed no signs of assimilation.
No matter how fast one could punch, after being slowed down fourfold, it would appear as slow as a turtle. In Yang Xiaoyou's eyes, he could even perceive the air currents stirred up by his opponent's punches.
When his opponent unleashed a terrifying punch that exuded a sense of brutality toward Yang Xiaoyou, he merely sidestepped at an accelerated pace just as the attack drew near. The opponent's fist grazed past his neck.
The gust from the punch left several red marks on his skin but caused no further harm. However, this exposed flaw from the attacker became even more fatal.
Just as Yang Xiaoyou seized this opening and struck toward his opponent's chest with a knife-hand motion, something unexpected happened. The opponent’s arm, which had barely brushed against him moments before, suddenly surged with an unnatural force that forcibly pushed Yang Xiaoyou aside.
Feeling this violation of human physical norms, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but frown slightly. He then leaped sideways in accordance with this force but managed to jab his fingers toward the opponent’s arm as he moved. The sudden release allowed this jab to reach its peak speed and power.
Even in slowed time, it seemed unaffected; upon striking the opponent's arm, it pierced through like a soft nail, tearing muscle and embedding itself deeply. Accompanied by the force of his movement, he viciously slashed outward, taking away a large chunk of flesh and expertly severing an artery in the opponent's arm.
In slow motion, blood and flesh flew apart in a scene that was both horrifying and bizarre.
Affected by that strange force, Yang Xiaoyou slid across the ground for quite a distance, leaving behind black marks from the soles of her shoes. The red mark on her neck became more pronounced, giving her a feeling of being choked. If an ordinary person were to experience such a sudden change in force, even at a distance without direct impact, they would likely faint immediately.
She touched her neck with her right hand and licked the bloodstains left on her left hand, feeling a slight heaviness in her heart. "As expected, no wonder they can exert such power."
At that moment, the figure in black before Yang Xiaoyou, whose arm had been severely injured, began to tremble uncontrollably. The area where his arm had been torn was already showing signs of stopping the bleeding; it was a wound that had severed an artery.
The trembling figure spoke in a strange tone, "You shouldn't have hurt me so badly. Really, you shouldn't have hurt me so badly. Now we're both going to die together; that's just terrible."
As he spoke, his clothes began to shake inexplicably. A closer look revealed that this shaking was not due to his body trembling but seemed as if countless rats were crawling beneath his clothing.
Seeing this change, Yang Xiaoyou hesitated no longer and turned to leave at high speed, as if she had no intention of continuing the fight.
The man in black remained in place, seemingly indifferent to Yang Xiaoyou's departure, still standing there with his body shaking uncontrollably.
At that moment, a terrifying transformation began to occur within him. Crimson muscles bulged and tore through his black coat, exposing his bare skin.
With a final roar, he charged after Yang Xiaoyou's retreating figure at high speed.
Meanwhile, hiding behind a stone pillar and feeling weak from the gunshot wound on his shoulder, Zhao Liang observed the scene.
Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, within the highest alert directives issued internally was a similar figure—the one responsible for the Pudong Airport infection incident!
"It can't be! How is this possible? According to the shared data, although they possess intelligence, they are extreme lunatics with unstable nerves. There's no way they could negotiate with us or join any organization! What is going on? Do they dare deceive us about this matter?"
Zhao Liang pressed his hand against his wound and struggled to stand up, forcing himself to move outside while enduring excruciating pain. He pulled out his phone.
It was clear that the other party was pursuing another intervenor. He didn't believe that person could escape from such inhuman monsters. Once they dealt with their target, he would likely become the next one. He needed to relay information about this situation.
"I initially thought that Suppressor was developed only after receiving my parameters; I didn't expect it to exist already. No wonder Overcast Laboratory stored Sample; it seems they had already put it into practice back then." Choosing remote routes and moving quickly toward the suburbs, Yang Xiaoyou felt a shadow of gloom pass over her heart.
The cold and peculiar blood of the other party made him realize what kind of being he was dealing with. Essentially, he was no longer human, but at the same time, he did not fit the traditional definition of a monster.
This was a virus known as the Suppressor, developed by the behind-the-scenes organization that had taken a liking to the combat capabilities of these beings after the Shadow Virus was created.
Initially, Yang Xiaoyou thought that this Suppressor was developed based on his own research from memory, but he never expected that they had already put it into practice long ago.
The Suppressor itself could not change the essence of these beings, but with regular injections, it could suppress the virus's activity for a period of time, minimizing its infectivity while allowing the injected individual to retain their original personality and rationality during the duration of the drug's effect.
The blood-colored figure that shot Chen Hao in his memories was an enhanced version of this Subject.
Unlike himself, who had evolved naturally, this Suppressor had its own fatal flaws. The extremely high mortality rate and suffering resulted in a low success rate. Once someone became such a monster, the dosage of the Suppressor would need to increase over time, with shorter intervals between injections until they ultimately lost control and transformed into a true monster.
Not only would it become uncontrollable over time, but if the host suffered significant injuries or experienced drastic emotional fluctuations, there was also a possibility of losing control prematurely or suddenly requiring more of the Suppressor.
In his memories of several global virus leak incidents, some were caused by these fellows losing control.
Now, without any suitable weapons at hand, even though the threat of infectivity was reduced due to the Suppressor, given his current physical condition, it would be quite troublesome even if he fully awakened his dormant personality.
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