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"Ha ha!" The Gray-Clad Man let out a chilling laugh after hearing the words of his former comrade.
"I am still myself, just with greater power! Power that I could never have achieved in my lifetime! Heh, if I had known I could gain such strength, why would I have struggled so hard? A mere few decades in life, and to exchange half of that time for this intoxicating power—it's all worth it!"
After finishing his words, the Gray-Clad Man turned to look at the surviving subordinate with a strange expression on his face.
"So, how about it? Jimmy was injured and unable to bear this power any longer, so I merged with him. But you still possess this potential. Would you like to join me and continue fighting by my side?"
Hearing his captain speak in such a seductive tone, the surviving member's face flashed with disbelief. If the captain had been manipulated, he could accept that; however, the tone of his captain's voice was not much different from before, which struck him profoundly.
It wasn't until he caught sight of Jimmy's lifeless body discarded nearby that a glimmer of determination crossed his eyes.
"You have already—"
But before he could finish, Yang Xiaoyou furrowed his brows.
"He must be stalling for time. From the beginning until now, he hasn't moved from where he started. Based on his baiting tactics, he should still be in the process of parasitism. It's possible that the position he occupies is essential for completing the parasitism. We shouldn't worry about him; we need to leave here quickly."
After hearing Yang Xiaoyou's words, a fierce expression appeared on the Gray-Clad Man's face as he glared at Yang Xiaoyou, seemingly wishing to devour him whole. At the same time, a tremor began to emanate from beneath his feet, as if he wanted to hasten his departure.
However, since Yang Xiaoyou had already discerned the other's intentions, he wouldn't waste time. After briefly assessing the direction, he sprinted toward another passage connected to the Gladiatorial Arena.
The others, upon hearing his words, also showed expressions of realization and followed without hesitation.
Indeed, although they quickly maneuvered around him toward the exit, the Gray-Clad Man standing at the center merely watched them with a sullen gaze and showed no intention of pursuing them; instead, the strange tremors beneath his feet intensified.
"If it weren't for some kind of invisible ray or direct injection method... I wonder if you noticed that dark red hue on the ground. It reminds me of a legend in our country about a curse that forces insects to fight in a sealed environment until only the strongest remains." While running toward their target direction, Yang Xiaoyou offered a brief explanation.
"You reached that conclusion based on what just happened?" Hakim said with an odd expression as he followed closely behind Yang Xiaoyou.
The strange informant in front of them had already brought enough surprises to himself. It was a bit of a waste for someone like him to be at Blackwater Security Company.
In response to his question, Yang Xiaoyou merely shrugged and did not answer. Instead, she turned to the Shadow of Death and asked, "How many bullets are left?"
"There are four in the magazine, plus seven spare magazines," Shadow of Death replied. He then tossed his Silver Large-Caliber Pistol to Yang Xiaoyou. He was well aware of his master's capabilities; although he didn't want to admit it, there was no doubt that the destructive power of this weapon in her hands would be greater than his own.
Without hesitation, she quickly checked the weapon before the group moved on to the passage that Yang Xiaoyou had led them to.
The others found it a bit strange that Shadow of Death had handed over his weapon to a non-combatant. However, seeing Yang Xiaoyou's skilled inspection made them realize that there might have been an issue with the weapon and wondered if this support personnel could fix it.
Neither Yang Xiaoyou nor Shadow of Death offered any explanation for this.
Now, if Yang Xiaoyou were in peak condition without any injuries, it wouldn't be out of the question to collide directly with the opponent and attempt to release any lingering concerns.
But given that her previous injuries from Luo Guohui had yet to heal, it was better to take a more cautious approach.
Undoubtedly, as most people's attention was drawn to the 'laboratory' behind them, the likelihood of encountering an ambush ahead was significantly reduced.
Moreover, just moments ago, a fellow had passed by with four Lickers, so any trouble would likely first target him and be diverted away. At this moment, aside from the Mossad Captain who could potentially pursue them from behind, they enjoyed a brief respite.
"Good, we’re on the right path; that guy up ahead has helped us clear quite a bit of trouble," Lucas said with a hint of a smile as he spotted a torn railing door ahead.
Based on the captain's performance behind them, it was clear that the mysterious fellow who had passed through here before them had also noticed the situation and circumvented it. While they paused briefly, he had taken care of those four Lickers and dismantled traps along the way.
Some of those may have been dealt with when he entered.
Crossing through the broken iron door revealed a narrow room filled with a musty smell of damp earth. Several dilapidated wooden tables were haphazardly scattered throughout this cramped space. Aside from the iron door they had just come through, there was only one other exit on the opposite side connecting to another area.
The walls of the room were lined with eight corresponding ventilation ducts.
However, aside from one iron door that had already been damaged, there was another intact exit, resembling a newly installed and seemingly sturdier metal cage that completely blocked the path ahead.
"We'll need a bit of time to deal with this," said the last remaining Mossad agent as he approached to inspect the situation. Calmly, he took out his gear and began cutting through the metal.
As he worked, Lucas tested the strength of the cage with brute force, but it was clear that it couldn't be broken open easily.
It seemed that some mechanism had been triggered, leading to this new obstruction, or perhaps it was related to that gray-clad fellow from the arena.
"I'm afraid there's more trouble than just this. These strange vents likely serve not only for ventilation but also for injecting some kind of gas. Well, it's already starting," Yang Xiaoyou said, looking up at the faint yellow-green gas slowly seeping out of the vent. He felt a wave of pressure wash over him.
He had a strong resistance to various biochemical weapons; even sarin gas could be forcefully filtered out of his metabolic system.
But strong as his resistance was, it didn't mean he was completely immune to all toxins, especially pure chemical aspects. Once the dosage increased, he would undoubtedly be affected.
After taking a cautious breath and sensing changes within his body, Yang Xiaoyou realized that this wasn't the most lethal chemical gas; it was likely a biological toxin related to the H Virus that their adversaries had developed.
In contrast, his resistance to this type of gas was undoubtedly at its peak.
"I hope you all have good bladder control. If we want to buy ourselves some time, you'll have to cover your mouths. But this will only delay things; breaking out of this damn cage is our fundamental solution."
Given Yang Xiaoyou's performance throughout their ordeal, everyone had come to trust him implicitly regarding intelligence analysis. Upon hearing his words, everyone except Afeifa showed little hesitation.
They had all come through hell and high water; many were no strangers to such dire situations.
Just as they faced an obstruction in front and deadly gas behind them, footsteps echoed from the passageway they had entered. Clearly, the Mossad Captain, who had been restricted earlier, was regaining his mobility.
The cage had just been broken open for less than a third of its total.
Lucas and Shadow of Death had been trying hard to expand their gains, but the cage's sturdiness limited their actions. The main force still came from the team member responsible for cutting through.
“Damn it! Just give me two more minutes—no! With these two helping to push, a minute and a half will do!”
It seemed they had noticed the pursuers behind them. Although his sleeve was stained with a foul smell, the cutting team member still managed to encourage everyone with his voice.
“Tsk, my arm injury isn’t suitable for brute force; I’ll leave this to you. I’ll find a way to hold off that fellow.” Hakim had completely thrown caution to the wind at this point. He turned away from the cage and moved in front of Yang Xiaoyou, watching as the figure in the passage became increasingly natural in its movements and faster in speed.
He reached out his hand, intending to push Yang Xiaoyou back.
“Don’t touch me with those hands covered in that stuff. I’ll handle this with you; don’t worry, my shooting skills are pretty good.” After casually stepping aside to avoid the other’s unwanted advance, Yang Xiaoyou replied lightly, simultaneously casting a discreet glance at Afeifa, who had just pulled up her shorts and finally completed her ‘mask.’ If necessary, having Bait around could increase their chances.
At that moment, Hakim didn’t have time to ask why Yang Xiaoyou wasn’t making her own mask. He held little hope for her assistance; all his focus was on the Gray-Clad Man who had pushed aside the broken iron door and entered the room.
As always, he was filled with a violent aura. However, the centipede-like blue veins on his face had faded. Aside from slightly redder eyes, he looked no different from an ordinary person, as if he had shaken off the troubles of parasitism and returned to normal.
But although he appeared more ‘gentle’ on the outside, once he stepped into the room, he brought an immense pressure that overshadowed even the gas being released from the surrounding ventilation ducts.
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