radicalducati Chapter 141 As long as we can get to that place
Chapter 141 As long as we can get to that place
Chapter 141 As long as we can get to that place
"What's going on? My body isn't responding to my commands?"
The man was astonished to discover an unbelievable situation: the commands were sometimes effective and sometimes not, as if the left and right hemispheres of his brain were fighting each other.
A sense of sluggishness spread through his connection with the monster on his body.
He wanted to command the monsters on his body to begin shaping him, to make him into a form that could squeeze out of the nest.
However, such instructions went unanswered and failed to make any impact.
Just a few minutes ago, it was as simple as breathing.
What's going on?
He instinctively wanted to scratch his head, but this habitual action made him feel even more uneasy:
The monsters remained motionless where his left arm was. The organization seemed paralyzed.
Not right.
Could it be that there are too many units being controlled, exceeding the processing capacity of my brain?
However, just then, that damned sluggishness miraculously lessened. Was control returning, perhaps a little?
Like a toddler learning to walk, he tried to give commands to the monster attached to him: wave its tentacles.
The nerve impulse was transmitted. After a brief delay, the monster executed his command precisely. Immediately afterwards, the sluggishness receded like the tide.
He breathed a sigh of relief, confidence returning to his mind.
Sure enough, I just haven't fully gotten used to this new power yet.
He stopped dwelling on this minor incident and began to rethink his plans.
Previously, he had arranged with those guys to meet at the garage exit near the main gate of the residential area.
Those idiots are probably still there anxiously waiting for me to provide them with a solution to the barnacle problem in their sewers, right?
Then, I'll suddenly appear and give them a surprise they'll never forget!
His enormous, twisted body finally wriggled and squeezed out of the narrow nest.
The underwater world was his domain. He navigated it with ease, rounding one corner after another.
Finally, a murky light pierced through the darkness ahead. And—three blurry figures on the water's surface.
Great, it's here!
"Square face! Underwater—it looks like something's moving!"
Beside the square-faced man, a henchman suddenly shouted loudly, his voice tinged with barely suppressed tension.
The square-faced man snapped out of his daze, his boredom instantly vanishing.
He reflexively aimed the ugly contraption made of six pipes tied together at the source of the water's ripples.
The next second, a huge creature burst out of the water, splashing water as it pounced toward the three of them!
In that instant, Square Face saw the outline of the guy—a half-dead man's head embedded in a writhing mass of flesh haphazardly pieced together from various monster remains and barnacles.
"Hey—he's really fucking ugly." The thought flashed through Square Face's mind.
But that's all there is to it. He's been through countless battles; he's seen plenty of disgusting monsters in this world!
He didn't retreat an inch, his index finger already on the trigger, a sinister smile spreading across his face.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he saw that the expression on the man's head seemed to change.
That self-righteous arrogance was instantly replaced by an incomprehensible astonishment.
The thing seemed to try to twist its body to dodge, but clearly, it was too late.
"boom--!"
Six improvised incendiary bombs blasted into the surface of that lump of rotten flesh at almost zero distance!
"Boom! Boom!"
Two smaller explosions followed immediately afterward, as the two henchmen opened fire with their weapons.
The orange-red fireball instantly engulfed the monster. The thermite, like a persistent leech, burned wildly on its body.
"ah--!
""
The man let out a roar that was not human. —Although he was no longer human to begin with.
Even buried deep beneath layers of flesh and armor, the terrifying heat still penetrated all barriers and reached his body.
He thrashed about frantically in the murky water, trying to extinguish the flames on his body. However, the orange-red flames clung stubbornly to his skin.
Fear overwhelmed him. However, the biological instincts emanating from the thing within him made the decision for him.
A brave man cuts off his own arm.
He could clearly feel that the connection between himself and the monstrous tissue on his body was forcibly severed.
As the excruciating pain subsided slightly, he once again plunged into the darkness of the underwater world. His heart, however, was consumed by immense confusion and humiliation.
Why?
These people—they actually set up an ambush! How did they discover it? Where exactly did their plan go wrong?
Countless questions exploded in his chaotic mind, but he didn't have time to think about them because he had realized something, something quite important.
There were only three people on the other side.
The weapon in his hand was a crude, homemade shotgun, and he could tell at a glance that its reload speed was ridiculously slow.
This is an opportunity.
Thinking is pointless; we must fight back!
While they're frantically reloading their ammunition, rush out and cripple them all!
Without further hesitation, he gathered his remaining strength and broke through the water once more, rushing towards the three figures!
They remained standing in the same spot.
Very well, go to hell!
However, just before the attack was about to hit, the man sensed a strange sense of unease.
Beneath their feet—it seemed to be ice?
These three people are actually standing on a solid ice surface? How is that possible?
And their expressions—no fear, no panic. The square-faced man leading them didn't even bother to glance at him.
Just then, a flash of fire streaked across the sky.
Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force slammed into his torso.
He felt another large piece of his body being instantly torn apart and pulverized.
And that enormous kinetic energy, like an invisible hand, pressed his no longer enormous body back into the water!
Only then did the belated, deafening sound reach his ears.
"Bang-
""
High in the sky, Bai Shuyuan calmly looked at the Thompson Contender pistol in her hand.
Sure enough, firing large-caliber rifle bullets with this single-shot pistol at this distance was somewhat difficult.
The ballistic dispersion was greater than expected, and the accuracy was nowhere near that of my own NTW-14.5.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
Anyway, he can't escape it.
After recovering from his shock, the man's first reaction was to examine his injuries.
The body itself is unimpeded.
However, the barnacle armor that had been painstakingly cultivated was almost completely wiped out by the two rounds of attacks just now.
Two of the takeout monsters attached to the surface of the body were also gone.
However, it was precisely because of these cannon fodder that he survived. They shielded him from almost all the fatal attacks—
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hurt.
well.
Anger overwhelmed his reason before fear and pain.
He finally realized that he had fallen into a trap.
From the very beginning, the transactions via walkie-talkie were a complete trap.
Those guys were fully prepared, just waiting for me to run headlong into them.
But so what? I still survived.
He was the ultimate winner. The others were in the open, while he remained in the shadows.
The complex's extensive underground network is his best refuge. There are over a dozen exits; they can't possibly station guards every single one, can they?
An idea took shape in his mind. Without further hesitation, he immediately changed direction and swam towards his former home.
He emerged silently from the stairwell leading from the underground parking garage to the building.
Sure enough, there was no one there.
He covered his head with the few remaining barnacle tissues like a helmet as a last resort.
Then, he peeked out and cautiously observed his surroundings.
Quiet.
Apart from the sound of rain, you could hear nothing else.
Very good, very safe.
However, just as he moved his body and took a few steps out of there, an old but powerful command suddenly rang out.
"shot!"
"boom!"
Before the man could even react, three dark gun barrels suddenly appeared from the blind spot in his field of vision!
Three tongues of fire erupted simultaneously, striking his body with pinpoint accuracy once again.
"Seal off his escape route!"
It was still that person's voice.
However, this time, the man realized what was happening.
Just before the flames reached him, he used the same trick again, severing his connection to the flesh and armor on his body and throwing it away as a sacrifice.
However, just as he escaped the sea of fire and prepared to fight back, the old man who was leading the attack suddenly unleashed astonishing agility!
The old man precisely bypassed the burning mass of flesh and blood, directly blocking the man's only passage back to the underground garage!
What's going on?
How dare he? He already fired a shot, why did he dare to get so close? Is he looking for death?
The man's mind was in complete chaos.
However, before he could figure out the key to this, the old soldier had already calmly pulled out another gun from behind his back!
He reacted instantly, and the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything.
He abandoned the fight, turned around in a disheveled state, and prepared to flee.
The entrance to the upper floor was blocked by another somewhat overweight man.
The exit to the ground was also half-occupied by one guy, but there was still a gap on the other side!
That's it!
In that instant, he seized this only chance of survival and, like a trapped beast, burst out through the gap!
However, when he rushed out of the building and into the open area of the community, he was met with a net.
People were everywhere.
Moreover, it is two groups of people with very different styles who are working together to besiege him.
A group of people looked like lunatics who had just stepped out of some post-apocalyptic movie. Their clothes were extremely bizarre, and some of them even had mohawks on their heads and were grinning at you.
The other group, though small in number, was extremely efficient in their positioning and movements, exuding a chilling aura.
Fortunately, the weapons these guys were carrying all seemed to have very short ranges.
The power bestowed upon him by the monster within him allowed him to move at speeds far exceeding those of ordinary people in this stagnant water.
He was absolutely confident that he could break through the encirclement if he could find a gap in the formation!
He pinpointed the weakest point in the encirclement and suddenly accelerated!
However, at that very moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of two points of light under the blood-red sky.
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What is that? A drone?
The moment the thought crossed his mind, a deadly chill ran up his spine.
He instantly became alert; it was definitely something extremely dangerous!
The bullet that just fell from the sky—it must have been fired from one of those points of light!
How did those damn cops manage to get their hands on a military drone like this?
Only at this moment did he finally realize that these guys were never his prey.
They are not the pathetic creatures they imagined, merely clinging to life in the apocalypse.
They are hunters.
And I was the foolish prey who walked headlong into the trap.
High in the sky, the duo who were mistaken for drones by the poor creature below were quietly observing everything.
Sure enough, he fled in that direction.
Bai Shuyuan's voice rang out calmly.
"Yes, it's pretty much as planned."
Little Green nodded in agreement.
Rather than describing this as a tense encirclement and suppression operation, it was more like a carefully planned live-fire exercise by Bai Shuyuan for the survivors.
"Letting them personally participate in a successful raid is more effective at building confidence and team cohesion than any preaching."
"This is crucial for our future survival," Bai Shuyuan added.
"—Speaking of which, you haven't actually commanded troops before, have you?"
No.
Almost all thinking has ceased.
In the man's mind, only one primal thought remained.
escape!
However, the community is gated.
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At the nearest exit, by that dilapidated gate, stood three men, weapons in hand, hoping he would run into their firing range.
A net stretching to the heavens and the earth.
He felt a sense of despair. However, at that moment, something suddenly occurred to him.
No, there's still a way!
Like a drowning man grasping at a last straw, his gaze was fixed on a manhole cover not far away!
"boom!"
Gunshots rang out again from behind.
He could feel that the last bit of flesh and armor on his body had been almost completely burned away.
But he no longer cared.
Pain or humiliation, it doesn't matter anymore.
At this critical moment, he used his last bit of strength to lunge at the manhole cover and pry it off!
Below is the sewer, his domain, which these guys on the surface can never reach!
As long as we can get to that place—
"boom-!"
"Ah—it sounds like Xiaobai's landmine exploded."
Xia Zhaozhao turned to look at Sasha beside her and shrugged.
"It seems we won't even have a chance to make a move."
Her tone carried a hint of regret for not being able to personally beat someone up.
However, Sasha shook her head.
"Huh? That guy's that tough? He's got incredible resilience!"
"It's alright, we still have the harpy dogs in the sewers!"
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