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Creak, creak—

Fear permeated the darkness, and from the depths of the corridor came a series of grating, metallic screeches that set one's teeth on edge.

In the ghastly green vision provided by the activated night-vision goggles, the "cells" reinforced with alloy steel were opening one by one, releasing the "monsters" imprisoned within.

However, no one could clearly see what was rushing towards them in the darkness.

Swish!

A tracer round fired by a soldier tore through the darkness.

In that instant of light, they finally saw the shadows surging forward—a group of emaciated patients rushing out of the cells, some crawling along the walls.

No.

They were not human at all!

Their body temperatures were extremely low, as if they were soulless ghouls, making them difficult to detect even with night-vision goggles.

Earthworm-like blood vessels writhed beneath their ashen skin, and some had bloodied, festering sores, resembling skeletons stripped of their flesh.

As they opened their mouths to hiss and roar, their jaws stretched to an impossible angle for humans, revealing canid-like fangs.

And this was just the surface; the real horror was yet to come.

The monsters seemed ravenously hungry, actually tearing at and devouring the corpses of the soldiers who had been killed earlier.

Crunch, crunch.

The distinct sound of chewing sent a wave of instinctive revulsion and dread through everyone's hearts.

"Fire!"

The squad leader's pupils constricted, and he immediately issued the order to engage.

Countless gun flames erupted in the confined corridor, and the splashing sparks illuminated the cold walls and ceiling.

But even with such fierce firepower, the monsters were not killed and did not fall.

Instead, they wobbled and stood up again, then opened their mouths wide, brandished their claws, and continued to pounce on the soldiers.

Seemingly empowered by some kind of roar, they became more ferocious, moved more nimbly, and were even fearless of bullet attacks.

Seeing that another team of soldiers was about to collapse under the monsters' assault.

Two figures suddenly appeared from behind, rushing to provide support.

"Get out of the way!"

Along with a furious shout, a burly man wielding a riot shield slammed into the first few monsters that reached the front line, sending them flying.

Crack, the faint sound of bones breaking could be heard.

Immediately afterward, the burly man strode forward, charging directly into the monster horde like a tank.

One hand used the shield to smash and block the attacks of the surrounding sharp teeth and claws, while the other hand gripped a large cleaver, constantly waving and slashing.

This knife was black all over, made of some unknown material, and appeared exceptionally sharp.

Combined with the burly man's astonishing strength, each attack was often effective.

Sometimes a cold light flashed, bringing with it a shower of blood and flesh, and sometimes it struck a monster's neck, severing it in two with a single blow.

Even if some could not be cut through, they were left with their heads half-hanging, losing the ability to continue their rampage.

At the same time.

The other white-haired man who came to support stood in front of the line, firing with both hands.

Even in the darkness, he seemed to be able to see clearly.

The pupils of his eyes flickered like lasers, accurately locking onto the movement trajectory of each monster.

The two large-caliber pistols equipped with armor-piercing rounds in his hands continuously spewed fire.

Each gunshot splattered a puff of black, ink-like blood, as if a god of death was reaping the targets felled by the burly man.

With their seamless cooperation, they actually suppressed this group of terrifying man-eating monsters again.

The white-haired man took advantage of the moment to reload and quickly explained the situation to the soldiers:

"Don't think of these guys as living people. They have no sense of pain at all. Shoot them in the eye sockets, or chop off their heads, or pierce their hearts. That's the only way to kill them."

"Yes, sir!"

With a backbone to rely on, the soldiers quickly calmed down, barely overcoming their fear of the monsters.

Although they were ordinary people, they were also from well-trained elite units, and their marksmanship and combat skills were not bad.

In this way, under the leadership of the two Special Search Team officers, the dozen-person combat team advanced step by step.

They managed to temporarily control the situation in the eastern corner of the fifth floor.

The burly man wielding the shield and cleaver slapped a monster away with force, panting slightly:

"Damn it, weren't we told that all the Mutators had been transferred away, and the rest were just small fry? What's the deal with these guys?"

The white-haired man fired to cover him, then explained in a deep voice:

"The Ghoul Leader can create mental resonance, increasing the activity of RC cells in the bodies of the surrounding Ghouls in a short period of time."

"As long as we take out the biggest one, the other smaller ones will quickly run out of energy and quiet down."

As he spoke quickly, he looked ahead.

His gaze, like two sharp arrows, pierced through the darkness and fire, suddenly discovering a rather strange figure of an old man in the chaos.

The old man seemed ordinary in appearance, with a thin and withered figure, but he vaguely exuded an unspeakable air of majesty.

The sunken eye sockets flickered with a dark green light, and the bloodied jaw was raised proudly, a unique sign of a beast preying on its prey.

"He's there. We'll charge straight over and ignore the other Ghouls for now!"

"Alright!"

The two Special Search Team specialists cooperated with each other, forcibly tearing open a gap in the midst of the successive monster horde, and quickly approached the target.

At the other end of the corridor.

Jiang Chen calmly sucked the blood of a soldier, then casually threw away the withered corpse.

Just as he was enjoying the pleasure brought by eating, he suddenly noticed a gaze falling on him.

Jiang Chen immediately looked up, his eyes flashing with ghostly fire, staring at the two troublemakers who were charging towards him.

"These two are quite skilled, with vigorous blood energy, and are qualified to become the top dishes for this old man's welcoming feast tonight."

He then turned his head, looked at Professor Zheng hiding behind him, and issued an order:

"Leave these people to me. You lead the others to continue releasing the imprisoned compatriots and clear out the rabble."

"Yes, Master."

Professor Zheng immediately obeyed respectfully.

At this moment, his glasses were shattered, and he was covered in blood, with several shocking bullet holes remaining on his chest.

Yet he seemed to be fine.

Originally, he had been a little frightened, but after personally experiencing the bloody slaughter and witnessing the miracle of bullets not killing him, his state of mind underwent a sudden change.

Now, he could be said to completely regard himself as an Undead, treating ordinary humans as prey to be hunted, and completing the identity transformation without any psychological burden.

"Everyone listen up, some of you protect me to open the doors, and some of you continue to advance, killing all the guys with guns in their hands!"

Professor Zheng glared with bloodshot eyes, his face twisted and ferocious, constantly issuing orders and directing the battle.

After receiving Jiang Chen's empowerment, in addition to his physical strength being far superior to ordinary people, he also possessed a special ability.

He could communicate mentally with other Ghouls, making those mindless guys obey his orders.

At this moment.

Looking at the many soldiers firing ahead, looking at Jiang Chen using overwhelming force to fight against the two Special Search Team specialists, displaying his fierce power.

Professor Zheng couldn't help but grit his teeth and secretly become ruthless.

I am no longer an ordinary human now, or rather, I am not a living person in the normal sense.

Since... you insist on stopping me from resurrecting my wife, stopping the Master's great cause.

Then, all of you, go to hell!

In the dark and chaotic corridor.

The smell of blood, the smell of gunpowder, the smell of chemical medicine, all kinds of smells mixed together, forming an indescribable stench.

But for some inhuman monsters, it was like a strong stimulant, stimulating their numb nervous systems.

Just as Professor Zheng was acting like a fox exploiting the tiger's might, hiding in the camp and directing the low-level ghouls to deal with ordinary soldiers, wreaking havoc, a figure silently landed, appearing not far from him, in an even darker corner.

At first, he simply stood there quietly, like a cold, stiff corpse.

The blood throughout his body had almost stopped flowing, and his body temperature had dropped below the human limit.

Even those ghouls, extremely sensitive to flesh and blood, didn't seem to notice the figure's existence.

Or perhaps, they simply mistook the figure for one of their own.

Gradually, the figure suddenly had a trace of life, as if he had come back to life.

Blood gurgled and flowed, making a faint sound.

His body temperature rapidly rose, as if he were a corpse thawing.

Second after second passed.

The sound of blood flowing in his veins became louder and louder, even emitting a buzzing tremor.

Boom, boom, boom…

Like muffled thunder faintly coming from the distant horizon, causing the foul air in the corridor to tremble slightly.

At the same time, the aura emanating from the figure became more and more vigorous, more and more fiery.

If viewed with night vision goggles, it would look like a blazing torch in the darkness, emitting dazzling infrared radiation.

The ghouls rampaging around finally smelled the unusual aura and suddenly discovered the figure's existence.

They stopped chewing on bones or attacking living people, and turned their heads to look at the source of this life force.

Their mouths were wide open, making hissing sounds, and drops of fishy, foul-smelling saliva dripped down.

It was as if they were seeing the most delicious delicacy in the world.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Twisted and deformed gray figures flashed out of the darkness one after another.

These ghouls finally couldn't resist the temptation and pounced on the figure like hungry wolves, vying to get the first bite of fresh flesh.

Their eyes flashed with bloodthirsty madness, sharp fangs pierced out from the corners of their mouths, and long, sharp claws sliced through the air like steel knives, making a hissing sound.

Under such a terrifying siege, any creature would probably be instantly torn to pieces, leaving not even a trace of bones.

However, something unexpected happened.

A ghoul took the lead, leaping high and stabbing its right claw straight at the prey's chest.

It looked like it was about to disembowel, rip out the heart and lungs, and torture him to death.

The figure, however, didn't dodge or evade, still standing there like a wooden stake.

Only when the claw touched his chest, his upper body almost instinctively shrank and moved to the side, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

Immediately afterwards, three more ghouls attacked from different directions one after another.

The one on the left swept a claw, bringing a gust of fishy wind; the one on the right crouched and pounced, reaching for the figure's abdomen.

The one behind even raised its claws high, slashing down fiercely, trying to tear the figure in half.

However, strange scenes happened one after another.

When these ghouls' claws landed on the figure, they always uncontrollably veered to the side, thus dissolving the attack in an instant.

It was as if they were just a gust of wind, and the figure was a calm lake.

The wind blowing across the water's surface, besides causing a few ripples, had no other effect.

If there were a martial arts grandmaster here, he would be able to see the clues.

The figure seemed motionless, gentle and weak, but in reality, it contained an inner strength derived from the body's instinct.

As long as the external force did not exceed this inner strength, it could always be properly neutralized, causing the successive attacks to fall into the sea like mud cows, all landing in empty space.

At this time, Professor Zheng, hiding in the ghoul group, also noticed the abnormal situation.

He turned his head and looked, seeing those ghouls driven by appetite and out of control, and also seeing the figure under siege, yet unscathed.

When his gaze met those eyes, like orange flames burning, full of intense killing intent.

His pupils suddenly shrank, realizing some kind of danger, and immediately shouted loudly:

"Come here and protect me!"

"Hululu—"

Fang Cheng opened his eyes, his breath surging, as if a flash of lightning streaked across the darkness.

His entire body's skin was flushed red, like a kettle boiling water, constantly emitting steam and white smoke.

Especially the muscles in his arms, which had expanded to the extreme, far exceeding the limits of normal human body temperature, were so red that they seemed about to burn.

Tonight, he was like a patient predator.

Earlier, taking advantage of the melee, he had secretly sneaked here, hiding in the monster group by entering fetal breathing, as if severing his life force.

Even the ghoul leader who called himself "Jiang Chen" was deceived and unaware.

Now, he had finally waited for this biggest threat to fight with others, leaving the target's safe distance.

The opportunity to launch a fatal blow had come.

How could he allow the prey that was about to be in his hands to escape!

At this moment, with the help of the passive defense effect brought by "Force Cancellation", in a state surrounded by enemies, the ultimate move "Qilin Arm" was clearly ready.

Looking at the ugly monsters that were still pouncing on him, treating him as food.

Fang Cheng suddenly raised his eyebrows, glared angrily, and shouted:

"Get out of my way!"

At the moment of exhaling and opening his voice, the internal organs, tendons, bones, and muscles in his body seemed to tremble in unison with this breath.

In an instant, like a fierce tiger roaring in the mountains, the thunder that shattered the horizon surged and rolled over.

The sound waves shook the entire floor slightly, and also made all the monsters and humans in the battle tremble and pause for a moment.

Boom—

The thunder roared, and the aftersound echoed and reverberated.

Almost at the same time, Fang Cheng kicked his right foot, quickly bent down and sprinted, twisting his waist and waving his arm.

The true energy in his body surged and overflowed, like the roaring waves.

Whoosh.

The fist that burst out with amazing power slammed out violently, and the surging airflow followed it.

It seemed like only one punch, but the momentum was like a storm.

Everything that dared to block it, whether people or things, would be swallowed by it.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Like a short sonic boom, the bodies of those ghouls blocking the way were easily blasted through like cutting tofu.

The arm that swung the fist vaguely brought out a string of sparks in the instant of passing through the air, as if it were a missile ejected.

All the way forward, charging straight, invincible!

…

Professor Zheng, who had become the target of the hunt, was stiff all over, his eyes full of horror.

Seeing the low-level ghouls blocking in front of him being instantly killed one by one, and it was about to be his turn, his nerves couldn't react at all, and he couldn't even move his legs.

"Presumptuous!"

Jiang Chen, who was fighting with two Special Task Force members, couldn't help but roar in anger when he saw this.

The bone spurs on his back suddenly waved, and the target of the attack immediately shifted to the assassin who suddenly appeared.

This also allowed the two Special Task Force members, covered in blood and critically wounded, to catch their breath slightly.

Whoosh!

As a sharp sound of breaking wind rang out, the dark red bone spur turned into a scythe extending more than ten meters, instantly slashing at the enemy who dared to offend his majesty.

Fang Cheng still didn't dodge or evade, completely focused on hunting the target.

Watching the shadow of the fist getting closer and closer, becoming bigger and bigger, Professor Zheng's soul was about to fly out, and he shouted frantically in his heart:

"I have an immortal body, I will never die, how could I be smashed to death by a mere fist…"

Bang!

A heavy punch wrapped in true energy contained unimaginable power, passed through the bone spur's obstruction, and hit Professor Zheng's forehead.

Then, his head instantly exploded like a watermelon.