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"Indeed, it has been improved. It seems the infection capability has been reduced; no wonder they dared to sell it directly to the Mafia. Hmm, it should be an inactivated version of the Eleven Virus." Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and spitting, Yang Xiaoyou nodded thoughtfully at the three chunks of bloody, rotten flesh in front of him.
These three Lickers were relatively more docile compared to those he had encountered before; it seemed the organization had made adjustments to the virus within them.
After all, unlike traditional terrorist organizations that purely sought destruction, this organization had always focused on how to increase its own benefits and expand its influence.
In reality, a large-scale virus outbreak in major cities would only bring them trouble; aside from causing chaos, it offered them no real advantage. If they truly wanted to conduct experiments, they could do so in less monitored areas.
The mature products being sold before him clearly reflected this understanding.
Of course, being products of a virus, Yang Xiaoyou estimated that if he were attacked and scratched by them, there would still be a high infection rate. However, the chances of dying completely after infection would significantly increase, and with the airborne transmission capabilities removed, releasing these creatures would still cause panic and destruction but would not easily lead to several large-scale outbreaks.
In fact, from Yang Xiaoyou's memory, aside from some accidents, the organization itself had suffered greatly during several world-shocking disasters; these were never their intention. Often, similar incidents occurred when another organization obtained Virus Samples and conducted their own research and experiments.
Now was not the worst-case scenario Yang Xiaoyou had anticipated. Since that was the case, he set aside several automatically generated contingency plans in his mind and continued with his original purpose.
Shaking his hands, silver Silk Threads emerged from the pile of rotten flesh. After dancing in the air for a moment, they all collected into his wrist guards.
Yang Xiaoyou then vanished from his spot.
"Activate everything! Even if it spirals out of control, I want you all to die first!" Bartholomew shouted with a fierce expression as he activated all the buttons on the control panel at his waist. His frenzied tone made the two subordinates beside him turn pale.
If those monsters were released and truly went out of control, they might not escape within the Hunt zone!
Recalling some videos that demonstrated their destructive power made both men’s jaws tremble. Although they were skilled marksmen with blood on their hands, facing such inhuman Cannibal Monsters sent chills down their spines; no one wanted to become lunch for those creatures.
Then they watched as their boss pulled out a syringe and plunged it forcefully into his chest. The blood-red liquid inside bubbled as if boiling while he forcibly injected it into his body.
It was evident that his facial muscles twitched as if he were enduring immense pain.
In a corridor of the warehouse, a gray figure continuously bounced and weaved through gunfire. The flashes of bullets seemed to cling closely behind him; despite being so near, there was always a slight gap that felt like an insurmountable chasm!
After a series of continuous jumps, the gray figure finally kicked off hard against one side of the wall and landed back at the entrance of the staircase. It slid across the ground for quite a distance before coming to a stop, his chest heaving as sweat dripped from his face, revealing that his recent evasions were not as effortless as they appeared.
He was younger than Yang Xiaoyou, possessing exceptional skills in assassination and reconnaissance, and had already reached the level of Fein.
"This won't work; the terrain is completely in their favor! I can only last for another fifteen seconds at most. If they send even one more person, it will be very difficult for me! There's no way to break through; their marksmanship is too good!" After reaching cover, Fein spoke into the communicator with a voice that had calmed down.
"Try again in one minute and thirty-three seconds." After Fein finished reporting, he received a response from the communication channel that left him somewhat puzzled.
One minute and thirty-three seconds? With only his team in the offensive group, what could delaying for a while accomplish? Was there an unexpected situation with the Virus Carrier? Or was there additional support?
Fein took a deep breath to steady himself, then tossed two pill-like granules into his mouth. He closed his eyes to focus on recovering. Having just exerted himself, the consumption had taken a toll on him. In this environment, every bit of regained strength meant an increased chance of survival.
The heat released from the rations he had just swallowed brought a slight flush to his face.
Although he didn't understand why such an instruction was given, since command was in Yang's hands this time, he would comply. He wanted to see what unique qualities this strange official member possessed, who had left them hanging upon first meeting.
"Damn it! What was that thing just now? It was like an eel, practically on par with those inhuman monsters!" A suited man kept his vigilance trained on the entrance of the passage.
At that moment, he paid no mind to the dust and ash clinging to his once pristine suit, nor did he bother to wipe away the sweat dripping from his forehead. He remained focused, gun raised, staring intently at the calm entrance.
As if something primal lurked within.
"Relax; they must be feeling it too. The instructor taught us in our first lesson that even the best warriors can't sustain their peak performance for more than fifteen seconds. He should need a moment to recover. Compared to that, I'm more concerned about what those things are up to. Our leader is playing it dangerously this time; if things go wrong, even if we can see them now, we might end up in a passive position. I'd rather die fighting here than be devoured by those things."
Beside him, another companion with a vigilant expression leaned against cover while aiming at the exit and spoke up to ease the tension.
In such a heavy atmosphere, if their opponents were resting while they couldn't afford to do so themselves, it would surely take a toll on their mental state after several rounds of this standoff.
"I'll grant you that wish."
However, what awaited him was not the response of his companions, but a whisper in his ear. Turning his head, he discovered that at some point, a stranger had appeared in the spot where his companion had been!
At that moment, the stranger was raising a gun aimed directly at him!
Almost instinctively, he reacted by raising his own weapon and firing first, shooting the stranger in the head.
As he saw the body fall to the ground still clutching the gun, he let out a sigh of relief. If he had hesitated for even a moment, it would have been him lying dead on the floor!
But how had this person managed to approach him silently?! Where had his companions gone?
Before he could fully process this confusion, another gunshot rang out from behind him; it was the last sound he heard.
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! How could this happen!” The last remaining gunman looked at his empty magazine and then at the pile of corpses on the ground, his face twisted in despair.
Why was this happening? He had clearly killed all of them! Yet why were all his former comrades lying in pools of blood?
Staring at the familiar faces that were lifeless or contorted with rage, the last gunman mentally crumbled.
The gun slipped from his hands as he clutched his head, pulling at his hair and tearing off large patches of scalp, blood streaming down; he looked utterly terrifying.
At that moment, a familiar gray figure burst forth from behind cover again. It was clear that even this person was taken aback by the sudden change, pausing for a moment.
Originally, this attack should have been perfect, but the remaining gunman failed to seize the opportunity and remained in a daze.
Without hesitation, Fein closed in and thrust a blade toward the stranger's throat while emitting a sharp whistle that signaled his companions to emerge from hiding and occupy optimal attack positions.
“Tsk, still hesitating. Looks like you're still too young.” From less than two meters away in another corridor, Yang Xiaoyou scattered the powdered remains of a jade ring from his hand, shaking his head as he turned to leave in another direction.
If there had been anyone left alive on the other side just now, although they might not have died, Fein would definitely have been injured due to that momentary pause. In such situations, Yang Xiaoyou would never intervene to save someone; everyone must pay for their own actions.
However, the recent results of focusing on Mental Refinement were gradually becoming evident. When the opponent's emotions were tense, dealing with those who had not yet reached the Momentum Level, using his unique illusionary momentum to manipulate their five senses, gave Yang Xiaoyou a feeling akin to playing puppet master.
Now he could slightly understand some of the true mysteries of the Spirit Realm. The Dream Butterfly was indeed terrifying.
"Firepower Suppression! Don't let it get close! Good! Switch!" Lucas commanded the remaining members, steadily utilizing their ranged advantage to turn one Licker into a puddle of mush, and he couldn't help but make a gesture of triumph.
Compared to others who might panic upon encountering such a monster for the first time, the members of Hive Security Company were true experts in this aspect. With their strength properly displayed, their combined firepower network posed no threat to a single Licker.
"It should be Fein and the others who succeeded; otherwise, if they had come together under artificial control, it would have been quite troublesome." After seeing another lone Licker fall, a smile appeared on Lucas's face.
Although unexpected changes had indeed occurred in between, they ultimately remained in control.
"Don't celebrate too early; there's still a Beekeeper, and his condition seems a bit strange." Just then, that seemingly all-knowing voice came through the earpiece again.
Hearing this voice now evoked a sense of awe even among those formal members who had initially been dissatisfied with Yang Xiaoyou's abandonment.
Ming Youyue felt it was unnecessary to be single again this year during both Singles Day and Qixi Festival. Constantly stepping on painful toes was driving everyone mad. It was just right for a class reunion; they couldn't bring girlfriends anyway, which didn't seem too bad after all. To be continued.
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