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"Captain?! That's great!"
"Boss?! You escaped too, haha."
Seeing the man in the gray trench coat, the two agents from Mossad, who had been quite restrained along the way, suddenly perked up. From their tone, it seemed that the Gray-Clad Man was indeed their captain who had gone out as bait!
According to Hakim, his strength surpassed their own!
Although they were currently cooperating, the two of them, along with that ambiguously positioned Interpol agent, could barely negotiate with the representatives from the United Arab Emirates.
While there was external pressure, cooperation between both sides was certainly manageable. However, once they were outside, would the other party detain them due to that baseless assassination incident?
After all, the relationship between that Interpol gentleman and Mossad was tenuous at best. He had also sustained some injuries. If problems arose after they left, he might very well stand by and do nothing. Thus, both agents had been keeping a low profile and occasionally trying to curry favor with the Interpol agent.
Now, seeing their captain standing in the center of the area, creating a huge commotion to draw away a large number of townspeople and completely exposing his position—when he should have been facing certain death—had unexpectedly made a successful escape and appeared here. This brought immense relief and joy to the two agents who had been feeling anxious.
Whether it was emotional or for self-preservation, the captain's presence here undoubtedly increased their leverage significantly.
When they successfully confronted their opponents later, they would be able to obtain the information they deserved.
The captain's own strength ranked among the top five in Mossad!
His grasp of tactics had reached an extraordinary level; many major cases had been resolved through his efforts.
Being in the top five of Mossad meant he was an absolute authority in this aspect! The elite forces of Mossad were not at all inferior to those of the CIA and were among the best in global special operations groups!
But just as the two were excitedly preparing to approach him, Yang Xiaoyou's eyes revealed a hint of uncertainty and doubt.
As the two of them approached, the man who had been facing away from the crowd naturally turned around. At the same time, he slowly raised his hand and pressed it against the head of the injured team member, as if rewarding a well-behaved child.
However, with his turn, the strange expression on his face caused everyone present to pale, his bloodshot eyes appearing both feral and insane.
Veins bulged on his face like centipedes, making his entire appearance look grotesque and terrifying.
In that instant of turning, a powerful aura of ruthless chaos erupted, pressing down on everyone like a massive stone.
Even formidable individuals like Lucas and Shadow of Death felt an immense pressure, and even Yang Xiaoyou's expression changed.
The hand that had reached out to press on the injured member's head suddenly tightened, gripping the man's head and lifting him off the ground entirely.
At this moment, any normal person would realize that a Major Incident had occurred. The other uninjured team member who had also leaned in did not speak up or intervene; the same expression could be seen on the faces of the townsfolk outside.
This exceptional top-tier agent, after conducting a Bait operation, had somehow encountered a situation where he was completely taken over by that strange parasite!
What was most alarming was that based on the force he exuded, it was clear that his original abilities had been preserved to the highest degree. Moreover, it was likely that he had gained significant enhancements due to the parasite!
Without discussing anything else, the terrifying vitality and sudden surge of power in the townsfolk made this point abundantly clear.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As soon as he turned around and sensed something was amiss, there was no hesitation from those present; no one asked questions. They each drew their guns and fired.
Yang Xiaoyou and her companions had previously encountered a parasitized "Doctor." It was evident that although the Doctor had been parasitized, his rationality gradually diminished rather than instantly transforming him into one of those crazed individuals.
The operation known as Bait had not taken place long ago, yet this top agent was already exhibiting such changes. It was highly likely that the parasite within him was even more powerful than an ordinary bug.
As bullets whizzed toward him, the Gray Trench Coat Man barely flinched, only slightly adjusting his aim with the .50 caliber pistol known as Shadow of Death to deflect a shot aimed at his head. He did not attempt to evade any of the other attacks, allowing the bullets to strike him without resistance.
The firearms used by the agent and the Interpol were designed specifically for the Human Body, making them easy to carry. Theoretically, when fired at maximum lethality against the Human Body, they would create a cavity effect, resulting in devastating damage.
However, when those dozen or so bullets penetrated the body of the Gray-Clad Man, they produced a sound akin to striking leather. After creating numerous bullet holes in his clothing, not a single drop of blood flowed from him.
Some bullets that struck his head seemed to create waxy holes, leaving behind gaping, grotesque wounds that bled not at all.
The injured person he was holding had been hit by several stray bullets, resulting in a spray of blood that clearly demonstrated the lethality of their ammunition.
This calm demeanor in the face of gunfire, as if no amount of shooting could inflict harm, sent a chill through everyone present.
Even now, Yang Xiaoyou, who could typically dodge bullets, felt an overwhelming sense of dread at the thought of taking such hits. Memories flashed back to the peak days of Luo Guohui, who had survived after being shot through the head by a 'comrade.'
Setting aside everything else, this individual's sheer resilience had become terrifying.
"I can feel your pain, brother."
"Let me end it."
"Thank you for providing us with sustenance."
"God be with you."
As the crowd continued to shoot, the Gray Trench Coat Man was not idle. He pulled the injured teammate in front of him, blocking a bullet aimed at his head. A strange smile spread across his face, a grotesque expression accentuated by the wounds and exposed veins resembling centipedes.
After finishing, he exerted force with his hand, crushing the already injured teammate's skull completely. Then, as if savoring a delicacy, he brought the cracked head to his mouth and sucked out the brain matter along with the brain itself.
This nauseating scene made the others feel a wave of disgust.
"He is not immune to gunfire. The seventeen bullets that hit him earlier only managed to strike his head and cheek due to the Meat Shield effect. Although his entire body is covered by the trench coat, you can see beneath him that the bullets embedded in his body are being expelled. This must be why he appears so calm, creating the illusion that firearms are ineffective against him." While others around were having different thoughts, Yang Xiaoyou diligently completed her task, sharing her observations.
Perhaps due to the invasion of parasites, the Gray-Clad Man's circulatory system had undergone significant changes, possibly even being entirely replaced by the parasite's system, which explained why shooting him did not result in any visible blood.
The bullets lodged inside him were also being expelled through some new metabolic mechanism.
Deformed bullets fell at his feet.
However, knowing this did not change the fact that those present were not an arsenal; their ammunition was limited. Before discovering an effective attack method, they each took a brief pause.
While enjoying his gruesome meal, the Gray-Clad Man seemed to have heard Yang Xiaoyou's analysis. He looked up at her and remarked with admiration, "I like smart people. Your flavor should be more delicious than Jimmy's."
Meanwhile, a teammate who had retreated some distance away raised his weapon to quickly change magazines. Upon hearing what his former captain said, a hint of sorrow crossed his face. "Captain! You still have your memories from before; you know he is Jimmy! But why are you doing this?"
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