The shrill alarm stabbed at everyone’s nerves; panic swept the lab like a raging storm, swallowing every corner. Shouts and screams echoed as people dashed around blindly. Then, from deep in the corridor, a chorus of “Move!” and “Outta the way!” thundered closer, boots pounding—a squad of over thirty heavily armed soldiers barreled through.
These weren’t just regular combat suits; you could spot exoskeleton armor at their joints and vital spots. Their guns? Not your average firearms—blue light ran from the stock to the muzzle, swirling like something out of a sci-fi movie. This gear was the real deal, not just for show.
But the real kicker? Every one of these soldiers was packing Dragon-Elephant Level Two vitality. Their eyes burned with a freaky mix of killer instinct and emptiness. The tech from Manchester and Tiberius Labs finally created true super soldiers—smart, networked, soon able to share visuals via nanobots. These guys were so overpowered, it was almost unfair.
The researchers in white coats looked like panicked chickens, while the super soldiers were lions and tigers. They shoved aside the scrawny scientists and charged deeper. Suddenly, an indescribable light cut through the corridor floor—Jill Young’s Xuan Divine Weapon. It sliced a perfect circle like tofu, and with a loud crack, a thick slab was lifted and tossed aside.
"We didn’t bust down any doors, so how’d the smart system know we’re already in the core zone?" Jill Young leapt out, blew out a couple cameras, and yanked Father Michael out of the hole. "Don’t tell me there’s surveillance in that cave too?"
"No way." Father Michael shook his head, dead certain. "This passage was built in ’93 and hasn’t been used since. No way they set up a surveillance network down there."
"Then how do you explain this madhouse?" Jill figured the smart system would come after her. She’d trashed every camera, but there was no surveillance in the cave, so as far as the system knew, she was still in B12. Normally, the enemy would send a ton of armed goons straight to B12, letting her slip past and hit the core zone.
But for some reason, the smart system wasn’t buying it—it dumped all the heavy troops in the core zone. What kind of move is this? Is this AI seriously channeling Zhuge Liang, pulling genius tactics out of nowhere?
Jill shut her eyes and listened hard, soaking up the endless noise—like casting a giant net for sound. Her brow furrowed instantly. It was pure chaos, like every spot in the core zone was having a meltdown. She wasn’t Lady Simone in this area; she could tell something was wrong, but couldn’t get precise intel.
If her ears didn’t cut it, she’d use something else. Jill sniffed the air and caught it right away: "Smells like blood—" She jerked her head up, grabbed Father Michael’s shoulder, and hissed, "It’s up ahead!"
Whoosh—the wind slammed into Father Michael’s face, making his loose skin ripple and his eyes water so bad he couldn’t see squat. One second, they were flying like a roller coaster, the next, dead stop. Father Michael clutched his chest, gasping for air, totally shell-shocked. It took him ages to get his bearings.
Then, he saw a red corridor.
Red—red everywhere. Not just from the warning lights, but fresh blood. It looked like someone had gone wild with buckets of gore, turning the corridor into a scene straight out of hell. Severed limbs, shattered bones, bits of flesh splattered all over—every scrap came from someone’s body.
Squish, squish—like stepping on raw beef. A monster crawled out from the far end of the corridor. It looked downright freaky, like a person chopped off at the limbs and then stitched on four extra arms. These arms sprouted from its back like a spider, hauling it through the sea of blood.
Its mouth was crammed with sharp teeth, face twisted and wild, chomping away on some mystery organ. Bloody goo dripped from its lips—it was pure nightmare fuel. The moment Father Michael spotted it, the thing spotted them, too. It let out a savage roar and, arms pumping, charged like a maniac.
Smack! Blood splashed everywhere as the monster leapt at them, radiating pure menace that left Father Michael’s mind totally blank.
Then, Jill just slapped it aside—smack! The monster spun through the air, crashed into the wall, and splattered into a giant bloody mural, adding a fresh stroke to the corridor’s hellscape.
Father Michael’s jaw dropped like a busted puppet—he just stood there, mouth hanging open, unable to close it for ages.
Jill pointed at the bloody mural. "What the hell is that?"
"That…" Father Michael stammered, still dazed. "That’s some kind of… experimental subject…"
Why does your lab only make such freaky junk, anyway?
Uh... Father Michael was speechless. This was a brand-new bio-weapon prototype, still in early development, miles from the final product—but not totally useless. Just the fact it could hook up nerves and graft four working arms where there were none was mind-blowing. But looking at the wall full of debris, Father Michael stared at Jill with even more awe.
He’d thought this girl worked for Jonathan, but now, it looked like that wasn’t the case at all.
I bet this red alert isn’t because of me—it’s probably a major leak or accident. In a way, that’s good. Let’s keep moving; when the water’s muddy, it’s the best time to fish. We’ll sneak in and grab the data while chaos reigns! Jill wasted no time, grabbing Father Michael and striding ahead.
Jill dashed onward, seeing even more chaos along the way. All kinds of monsters popped out—who knows how many freaky bio-experiments this lab’s running?
Boom, boom—somewhere, explosions rocked the lab, shaking everything. Lights flickered and popped, the power system clearly under attack. The shadows and flickers made the lab look even scarier, like something out of a horror movie.
A bloodcurdling howl echoed from the corner—a stitched-up meat mountain stomped out, its wolf head on its shoulder howling like crazy.
Honestly, this lab’s breakthroughs in stopping rejection reactions are insane. Any doctor who saw this stitched-up beast would risk anything to catch it—the key to solving the head transplant problem is right there.
But Jill wasn’t a doctor—she just kicked the stitched-up monster in the gut. The wolf howl cut off, and the meat mountain flew off into the distance, finally landing with a dull thud. Dream Monroe winced, picturing a watermelon exploding in her mind.
Something’s off. We haven’t met any real resistance, but this isn’t just some random leak—someone let these things out on purpose.
On purpose?' Dream Monroe finally spoke up, her voice in Jill’s mind. 'You mean…?'
Whoa!' Suddenly, droplets of blood exploded from the floor, and Jill felt signals pulsing up through her feet. She sprang into action: 'Follow me, this way!'
A few snaps, a few strides, and Jill was showing her real skills. A streak of red light shot down the corridor, then stopped on a dime. Father Michael, numb from all the wild rides, almost got used to it. He shakily took off his glasses, breathed on them, wiped them clean, and put them back on—just in time to see a whole new hellscape.
It was another corridor, with blood and bones everywhere, but this time, the battle scars were way more intense.
It was like a rampaging dino tore through here—the high-tech corridor was wrecked. The floor was a mess, the walls looked like they’d been blasted by cannons. Over thirty super soldiers died here, their fancy gear and powers didn’t mean squat.
But their deaths gave Jill something to work with. She opened her psychic eyes, scanning every clue in the corridor. In her mind, time rewound, piecing together the battle scene.
She saw a figure—about eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and long arms—facing off against the thirty super soldiers. Every step left a crater in the floor, every punch blasted holes in the walls. Each move got clearer in her mind; Jill started to figure out the mystery fighter’s style.
Honestly, this guy’s fighting skills were nothing special—his punches and kicks were rough, like he couldn’t handle all that power. But one thing was for sure—
Dream Monroe looked at Jill, puzzled. “Judging by this mess, it kinda looks like you did it.”
No doubt about it—this mystery figure was insanely strong. Out of all the chosen ones she’d seen, this guy was the toughest.
I wouldn’t lose control fighting these small fry, but we’d better hurry—' Jill’s face grew serious. 'Looks like we’ve got real competition.'