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When He Yu came to his senses, someone was rushing towards him with a knife. He moved quickly and snapped the man's neck in the blink of an eye. Then he put the body down without making a sound.

The man reacted quite quickly, stabbing the knife into his ribs before dying. He took the blow squarely, and the blood soaked through his clothes.

It didn't hurt much, and he wasn't sure which part was wrong, but he didn't care. The wound was deep, piercing through several vital organs, so he picked up the knife, aimed it at his throat, and slashed it. After the backflow ended, he continued walking forward.

Aimless, like a walking corpse that hasn't woken up yet.

He was wearing a black suit, the same one that Yu Yun had bought, and she had naturally reimbursed him for the cost. He was currently deep inside the Dolphin Hotel.

He had seen it in some movies and TV shows, some of which were from Jerusalem. They seemed to be high-end things like suspense dramas. The island of revelry was like a shining holy light, but the underground area of ​​that paradise was full of dungeons, execution grounds and labyrinths. Here, the heavenly luxury was mixed with the garbage of rotting flesh, which seemed to be a kind of hybrid feature. It was so classic.

Fifteen minutes ago, the security personnel of Unit 832 finally discovered their intrusion, and now they have fully tightened control and are searching in different areas.

He Yu dealt with wave after wave of enemies—killing many, some men in cleaning uniforms, some women in security uniforms, in a chaotic manner. He didn't remember how many people he had killed in total, maybe twenty or thirty, maybe more, but it didn't matter—he walked deeper into the area without hesitation, something was calling to him.

The limbs of the "Guardians," dismembered and mutated after the massacre above, piled up and fell to the ground. He strolled through the corridor, where human heads and limbs were neatly arranged like trophies and even inlaid on the walls, each with a different expression, as if they were high-end works of art. He saw monsters of all shapes and sizes, some of which were frantically hunting and killing each other, which would be considered insane even by the standards of the idiots in Jerusalem.

Even in death, a decaying human body is still bound by iron chains, forever rotting in the dungeon with this inescapable shackle.

Walking through it is enough to make one feel cold to the bone.

Just then, the life detector on his wrist flashed, and the red warning markers started flashing wildly. This was a new feature that Yu Yu had forcibly added to him after he returned, saying it could prevent many unnecessary dangers. The interface displayed an emergency alert, indicating that a monster had already selected the target.

He Yu didn't stop and continued forward.

The watch was still flashing a bunch of warnings. The protection was based on Eoubs' exclusive joint access – a pretty good trump card – which could tighten instantly before a fatal blow was received and remain in place until the attack completely stopped. No one could deactivate it.

Then, he turned it off with a cold face. He knew all along that this was a dead end.

But he wasn't afraid; he didn't need a way out.

But for a moment, those hallucinations resurfaced, and he couldn't help but look up.

Yu Yu had just gotten off the plane and was walking out of the airport with her suitcase in that bright sunlight somewhere. He Yu felt a headache coming on, then slipped into a door and shot the scene in the process.

The next moment, the footsteps of a security team echoed through the corridor where he had just stood, perfectly synchronized. Someone stopped and reported to someone, "Can't find it, damn it—"

He glanced at the magazine; bullets would suffice to kill these men. They were completely defenseless, but their physical abilities were ridiculously strong—they could still move even after taking a whole magazine of bullets. He pondered his next move.

At the same time, He Yu realized what kind of place he had hidden in.

This was a long-abandoned dungeon, but it had been locked for a long time, and the air was filled with a strong, pungent stench of rotting flesh.

He sniffed for a few seconds and suddenly realized that he was familiar with the smell.

So He Yu turned his head and saw... a person tied to the wall—the body was extremely rotten and swollen, and a bunch of maggots were growing on it. The face had long been eaten away and blurred, making it impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

He or she has a huge hole in their heart, emanating an unbearable stench, yet they are still alive, constantly wailing and whimpering, like a monster that has been pressed deep into the earth's crust for millions of years, a sound that is not human at all.

But this guy was indeed human, and had suffered indescribable torment. He thought that if this scene were in Jerusalem, it would definitely be corrupted by the morbid pleasure of some "god" in the castle. It took him a while to realize that the man had been talking the whole time.

He was saying, "Please, kill me."

He kept saying that his voice used to be very nice, and after some vocal cord adjustments, it wasn't hoarse at all. But he had long forgotten what he wanted. After being tormented by a storm, his brain was damaged, and he could only say this one sentence, repeating it day and night.

He Yu slowly walked up to the chained creature, which no longer resembled a human.

The space was pitch black. He stood there like an evil spirit that had escaped from another hell, disheveled, filthy, and sinister. Although he did not belong to this place, he was darker than anything else.

The man continued muttering, his pupils an incongruously pure dark gold, quite beautiful, perhaps preserved by some method, but appearing only strange and ironic amidst the vast carnage.

The pupils of those diamond-like eyes shrank to a single point, empty of everything—lifeless, devoid of desire.

Whoever this person was, all representations of humanity in the past have vanished. In this silent abyss, only filth, decay, and endless suffering remain.

He Yu felt that his mind was still not very clear. He had never been so confused before, but he still looked down at the person—he still couldn't tell whether the person was male or female—the face was shrouded in darkness, as vague as a shadow about to dissipate.

Then he raised his hand and fired a shot at the head with the "gem" eyes.

A vast expanse of filth and shattered bones exploded in the process of liberation, yet the place still appeared quiet and peaceful.

But soon, he heard wails coming from the top floor. It sounded as if countless people were scratching, crying, and pleading for help on the floor throughout the hotel, and it never stopped.

He Yu's head started to ache again, but he remained calm. He went to turn the knife over, intending to try and save his life again. He was sure he was fucking crazy, or that 659 had messed up again. In this darkness, he only felt a burning, obsessive light in his heart, without any fear.

He knew how much time he had left and how much of a chance he had of surviving.

The situation is really not good.