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It seemed that Dingbao Mountain truly had not uncovered Xiao Qiang's identity, continuing to regard him as someone from this era. Otherwise, he wouldn't have mentioned the Blood Glacier, which was beyond the scope of his mission; there was no need to investigate the historical appearance of the Blood Glacier.
The engine might have aged. Each time it started, it emitted a wheezing sound akin to an elderly person's labored breaths, yet the car still failed to start promptly.
As dusk approached, the mundane sorrow gradually faded away with the intensifying cold wind. Xiao Qiang resolutely pushed open the car door, his gaze sweeping across the vast land, lingering on the mist that floated over the distant mountains. He heard countless hisses, murmurs, and mournful cries echoing in his ears. After a moment of contemplation, he fixed his serious gaze on Dingbao Mountain and asked, "How far is it to Eagle City?"
"About fifty miles or so. There's a shop not far ahead that will satisfy you."
Xiao Qiang understood what the other meant; the shop was involved in the illegal sale of firearms and other violent weapons. Such shops seemed quite ordinary in this era, though even ordinary ones dared not flaunt their business openly. Let's not forget about the International League Supervisory Department.
The International League Supervisory Department served to monitor violent activities across various countries, keeping an eye out for terrorist organizations and their potential harm to innocent people.
Who knew if the International League Supervisory Department operated like the International Rescue Team's Kabo Corporation, merely putting up a facade while engaging in dubious dealings?
However, with increasing prohibitions leading to more underground activities, this was hardly a good sign. It was evident that the International Alliance's supervision was more about intention than capability.
Feigning ignorance, Xiao Qiang remarked, "We do need supplies, especially for your old car." He walked to the front of the vehicle while Dingbao Mountain remained inside. Chixia and Redemption of the Fallen followed him as he stepped out.
"You old man, take your time fixing the car; we'll head out first."
"Hey, are you really going like this? Planning to walk into death or something?" Dingbao Mountain hinted at Xiao Qiang's lack of weapons and questioned his chances of survival.
"Eagle City awaits," Xiao Qiang replied with a carefree smile as he began to walk—just an ordinary stroll—but surprisingly quick; in the blink of an eye, he had vanished from sight.
Dingbao Mountain twisted the car key, flames erupted from under the hood as he slammed his fist against the dashboard. Cursing under his breath, he muttered, "The story isn't over yet; you have no idea how much disaster that virus mutation has brought upon humanity." As he spoke, a sudden vibration shook the car after another hiss; he couldn't help but be astonished and thought: Hey! This is bizarre; one punch should have done it; I would have knocked you out long ago.
Finally, like an old bullock cart starting up, the vehicle lurched forward. Yet no matter how much power he tried to muster, he could not catch sight of Xiao Qiang and the others.
"Are these three evading the ground, or can they fly?" Dingbao Mountain muttered in frustration, his madness returning as he cursed aloud, "Damn it! You foolish bastards, your brains are filled with nothing but tofu dregs."
As the night fell, the mist thickened, rolling like a blanket over the mountain paths and fields. With no one left to listen to his ramblings and voice his fears, he grabbed a bottle of liquor that had been set aside and took a deep swig. The sharp, spicy sensation transformed from cold to warm as it slid down his throat and into his stomach.
His eyelids began to feel hot, and through his drunken haze, he seemed to return to those terrifying years.
Xin Li died from an attack by a Ground Turtle, her face crushed as Li Yishan desperately lifted a rock and smashed it down on the creature.
The Ground Turtle was dead, but Xin Li's face was mangled beyond recognition...
It was during their escape in a cave from the relentless attacks of a Mutated Antelope. Meanwhile, unspeakable horrors were unfolding back at their camp. A girl was suffering from a high fever that wouldn’t break; she writhed in pain during her sleep, mumbling incoherently for help.
In her lower right abdomen, something was writhing. What could it be? No one knew! But it certainly felt ominous. Someone suggested throwing the girl out.
That was not a good idea; there were monsters outside, and she would undoubtedly die if thrown out. An unbearable silence followed, and the air grew thick with tension.
An invisible pressure weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts. They even began to wonder if this virus could be airborne. As they waited in agony, they realized that aside from the infected girl, their own conditions were deteriorating without any noticeable symptoms.
If air pollution was ruled out, then it must be blood contamination—meaning the virus had invaded through wounds and was eroding their bodies en masse while reproducing within them.
This cycle of transmission—evolving, mutating—seemed endless... too terrifying. They dared not speculate further until someone decisively suggested using a knife to dissect the girl's abdomen and extract whatever was writhing inside with tweezers.
Once this suggestion was made, there were no objections. They sprang into action with Lao Wu taking on the role of surgeon. They heated a knife in flames fueled by alcohol before performing a rudimentary operation on the girl.
Lao Wu soaked a towel in an overdose of morphine and placed it over the girl's mouth and nose to induce deep sleep. This way, she wouldn’t feel any pain; even if she woke up, it would only be localized discomfort. As long as the surgery went smoothly and they successfully removed the writhing entity, she would escape Death's pursuit.
The crowd gathered around the girl, and Lao Wu's gaze shifted towards them. One by one, they nodded at him, their eyes filled with encouragement.
Lao Wu gently parted the writhing mass, and a stream of abnormal black blood gushed out. Then, he used his tweezers to grasp something, slowly pulling it out bit by bit from the opening.
What emerged from the girl's abdomen was a Mutated Worm Body, startling everyone present. It resembled a cocoon-like Mutant. It seemed their suggestion had been correct; the Mutated Cocoon was still in its developmental stage and had not yet transformed into a deadly monster.
Lao Wu directly pierced the head of the cocoon with his tweezers. After killing it, he tossed it into the Furnace to burn it completely. The cocoon emitted sharp, eerie sounds as the flames consumed it, chirping in distress... The crowd erupted in laughter; this was the first time they had triumphed over a Mutant, and their laughter trembled with relief.
They knew well that things were not so simple; while the girl was saved, what awaited them outside...
A thunderous banging echoed from the door. Listening to the drum-like impacts, their recently relaxed nerves tensed up again. They exchanged glances, hesitating over whether to open the door and take a look.
"Help me..." someone cried out. Their gaze turned to the Mine Leader, who held the most authority and decision-making power among them. He decisively walked over and pulled open the door.
Outside stood a man covered in blood, his face swollen and riddled with blisters. He limped inside, his swollen eyes locking onto the girl lying on the bed. He shouted and lunged forward, trembling fingers reaching out to touch her face.
At that moment, the blisters on his face suddenly burst one by one, releasing swarms of mutated insects. Instantly, the room transformed into a world of bugs, with flying creatures armed with sharp stingers carrying viral pathogens attacking these defenseless individuals.
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