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The icy breath of the Snowy Mountain Plateau surrounded a solitary power station, standing coldly amidst the towering mountains. A plane landed on its rooftop, and Xiao Qiang slipped into the building, following the route indicated by a previous vision.
A narrow corridor lay ahead, illuminated just enough to see. In the empty, desolate environment, he could hear his own breathing and heartbeat as he cautiously advanced step by step. Descending the stairs, he entered a dark space devoid of light.
Nervousness was inevitable. This colossal creature was not comparable to the Skeleton Mutant; it possessed exceptional intelligence and extraordinary sensory abilities. It might be lurking in a corner, waiting for Xiao Qiang, the unsuspecting prey, to wander into its grasp.
As Xiao Qiang descended the stairs and approached a spot where dazzling lights flickered below, he peered into a circular pit that was over ten meters deep. It was completely empty—there was no sign of the supreme behemoth that Jack had mentioned.
Taking a deep breath, he retreated back to the dim underground passage. Suddenly, an ear-piercing screech echoed from behind him. He spun around to see a Mimetic Organism with waving antennae just a short distance away.
Hadn't Jack said there was only one supreme creature here? How could there be low-level Mimetic Organisms guarding it? Just as this question surfaced in his mind, movement caught his attention from the right side.
This was bad—he was caught between two threats: one low-level Mimetic Organism and one dominant-level Mimetic Organism. However, neither of these creatures matched Jack's description of the Y-class super-dominant female Mimetic Organism with human-like central nervous system control and intelligence.
He had been deceived. Before he could think further, the phosphorescent Supreme Being launched an attack. Xiao Qiang's weapon was snatched away by its fierce antennae, which also grazed his arm.
Blood gushed forth, inciting the Supreme Being to pounce at him with frenzied aggression. If he fought back directly, he would only end up captured; being captured was worse than ending it himself.
Xiao Qiang rolled away, slipping through a narrow gap between stone slabs and into the frozen reservoir below. The frigid water hovered around minus ten degrees Celsius—there was only one way out: death.
Meanwhile, Lin Yu discreetly inquired about Wildfire's situation. Both Old Teammate and K had been called to the club for a gathering, where they shared a glass of whisky that left them slightly tipsy.
"I dreamed about him again," she said.
L looked surprised. "You mean..." He hesitated to utter those words that might hurt her, deliberately swallowing half of what he wanted to say.
"Yes, every time I feel so close to him, yet when I wake up, I can't remember what he looks like."
"Come on, you're just missing him too much, that's why you're having these hallucinations," K said as he downed the drink in his cup, wiped his lips, and placed the empty glass on the counter. "Another glass of whisky."
Lin Yu, known as Goddess No. 22, Metal Slut, in their eyes was not a woman at all but more like one of the guys, a hard-hitting warrior on the battlefield whose outrageous actions indirectly subverted her goddess image in the minds of men.
"Missing a man isn't that hard. How about we play a game?" L winked at K and nudged Lin Yu with his elbow.
"What game?" Lin Yu asked seriously, genuinely concerned. L hesitated to continue teasing her and took a sip of his drink, shaking his glass to hint K to elaborate.
"A game that can make you more gentle," K said with a mischievous grin.
Lin Yu brought her glass to her lips, took a sip, and with an enigmatic expression, she moved closer to the two of them.
K and L had never seen her like this before; they exchanged glances, unsure of what outrageous act she was about to pull next.
"How about one of you marries me?" Lin Yu said with a smirk that held a hint of mischief, her gaze fixed intently on both of them. "What do you think?"
L and K felt their hearts racing, momentarily unsure how to respond... Suddenly, she stomped down hard—specifically on just two spots—and they both grabbed her foot in a playful chicken-fighting game.
Lin Yu successfully ambushed them and stepped back to lean against the counter. She tilted her head back and finished her drink while under the astonished gaze of the bartender. She shot him a cold glance, causing him to quickly turn away.
"How about that? Isn't this game fun?" She had only used a third of her strength during training but had stomped down hard enough to temporarily save their toes. They might not be able to walk for days or even weeks.
"You’re ruthless! It was just a joke!" L complained, his face contorted in pain as sweat beads formed on his forehead.
K wasn’t faring any better; he held his breath and endured the pain in his toes while glaring at her. "You did this for nothing; I still have to waste time..." He noticed Lin Yu's expression change abruptly and dared not continue, instead inhaling sharply as he tried to ease the pain.
During the Cosmic War, Lin Yu had risked everything to save them both by using her Ability to eliminate the approaching abominations. However, after her teammates successfully defeated the monsters, she was captured by one due to exhaustion.
Because of this incident, both men felt guilty deep down. Even when she acted excessively, they merely complained verbally while harboring no ill intentions in their hearts.
Lin Yu looked at L and spoke clearly, "L, I want to know where our new team member Wildfire came from."
"Help me out here," she said, hopping awkwardly. It was truly embarrassing; after all, she considered herself a person of management level. Yet here she was, allowing those new recruits who had once been punished by her to laugh at her behind her back.
Lin Yu suppressed a smile and reached out to pull her closer to the counter. "Tell me, what kind of person is he?"
"Hey, you're pulling him, what about me?" K shouted in frustration, still two feet away from the counter. In a huff, she jumped over to the edge of the counter and, with her usual boldness, began teasing again. "You’re not falling head over heels for him, are you?"
Lin Yu's expression darkened, prompting K to quickly shut up.
L actually wanted to see her continue to deal with K; it would give him some psychological balance. He casually picked his nose and began explaining the situation regarding Wildfire to Lin Yu.
"Wildfire is an exception; he's the first recruit sent here without special training. He must have some exceptional qualities; otherwise, the talent agency wouldn't send an ordinary War Correspondent into the line of fire."
"Yeah, Tomorrow's Battle. I want to observe him," Lin Yu replied. At that moment, she didn't remember her own name; she only recalled her codename, 22nd Metal Slut, which left her feeling somewhat unsettled.
Not only did she feel suspicious about everything here and had a strange sense of confusion, but L and K shared similar thoughts. The three of them had gone upstairs several times trying to find answers.
L and K provided cover while 22nd Lin Yu infiltrated the area. She triggered an alarm that alerted the guards at the research base. It was during this time that she first met Han Ming. Han Ming helped her evade capture and discussed advanced topics related to life sciences and memory implantation technology.
"Let’s talk about serious matters," L said earnestly, staring intently at Lin Yu and K. "When can we get our hands on what we need?"
"Han Ming has gone mad," Lin Yu lamented.
K was surprised. "Who told you that?"
"Jack."
"The words of a USA Person carry some weight," K always had an extreme attitude, questioning everyone.
"Stop talking nonsense; he’s my mentor," Lin Yu argued back.
"Fine, but how do you know what others say is true if you haven't seen it for yourself?" L chimed in with a question.
Lin Yu fell into deep thought and suddenly said, "I have a strange feeling that our secret is something the new Wildfire should know."
A loud bang echoed as someone entered the club, and the saying "Speak of the devil" came to mind. The newcomer was none other than the rookie, Wildfire.
Ignoring the many scrutinizing gazes from the club patrons, he walked straight to the counter. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the surface, producing a series of popping sounds to catch the attention of the bartender. "I'll have a whisky coke," he said.
"Look, Goddess, he's come to find you," someone remarked.
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