Chapter 146 Abandoned

If one had to recall, the rumor first came from a dying operative.

The speaker was a B02 ace. When the people in charge snatched him back from the forbidden object, he was on the verge of death; his body was covered in wounds, but his mind was unusually clear. He told everyone present that he had discovered a shocking secret—

When a characteristic is utilized to the point of being critical, you have a certain chance of breaking the original taboo threshold of thinking and being able to see a completely new space—the first fluctuation layer.

Sergio, driven by an intense will to survive, pushed the butterfly effect to its limits, achieving an unprecedented instantaneous spatial jump. However, this unlucky fellow was simply too fortunate—he was sent to a stronghold of a tyrannical organization in South Africa.

"I honestly can't understand a damn thing what you're saying, beautiful, so can you stop babbling like a duck? Your tongue's practically gone and you're still making a racket..."

"Damn...you might even be deaf? That's really bad. It's okay, those lowlifes in America who like to play with prostitutes like you are perfect. Even if you can't moan, they'll still enjoy it."

"Alright, buddy, you've really gotten rid of the lube. You've done your good deed to the end, so don't bother me anymore."

Sergio was only thinking about revenge—all the bastards he'd encountered on this raid—he was determined to grind them to dust once he met the person in charge.

He walked toward the door, but just then, a group of people in military uniforms approached from directly in front of the shelter.

"Your mother is dead? Really?"

Sergio knew very well that in his current state, let alone a soldier, he would probably be beaten to a pulp even if he wanted to have sex with a woman. He immediately shrank back, but he was too slow and was eventually discovered.

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When he regained consciousness, he saw five—well, then another one suddenly joined, making a total of six bastards—surrounded by these idiots who had discovered him, all dressed in doctor's uniforms. One of them was groping him, then said with ecstasy that he was getting aroused.

Sure, that's awesome, bro. Even though you're a damn black guy, at least you speak English, so I can understand you.

The mute man also regained consciousness and lay down beside her. He numbly turned his head to look at her for a moment, then looked away, probably thinking about what to do, how to escape, or to accept his fate.

It was like a makeshift operating room—separated by curtains, but not a private room; the area was very large, specifically prepared for this group. Sergio quickly learned where they came from.

One of the group laughed and said, "See? I told you this game would only get interesting once he's sober."

“That’s so funny, that’s what your mom told me last night too.”

The person next to him glanced at him and nodded in agreement. Then they discussed what kind of drug to use, right in front of him—"It has to be the kind of drug that can amplify sensory stimulation to the extreme," someone said excitedly as they went to get it—thinking that they must inject it into them, the scene would be very tempting.

Sergio immediately stopped talking. He had read a lot of information and found that the more you resisted these kinds of idiots, the happier they were. This kind of jerk's personality was just as annoying as his own, it was absolutely infuriating.

He habitually checked his surroundings, and as a seasoned veteran who enjoyed torturing people, he could spot any usable weapons in the vicinity at a glance.

The group around them just laughed. The person who went to get the medicine quickly returned, giving Sergio another injection with a sly smile. Another person whispered in his ear, "I can't wait, but I want to play with that woman first. She saved you... We'll repay her properly for you."

He laughed out loud, thinking that even if that mute guy got fucked to death, he wouldn't feel sad at all, and he could even buy some time. All I can say is, you're fucking smart.

A man in a white coat picked up a knife and cut open the girl's skirt, while another man walked up to Sergio with an extremely lewd fantasy on his face and forced his face toward the mute girl.

"I don't know how you ended up in the base," he said, licking his lips. "But you should take a good look; this is the welcoming ceremony for every breeding boar."

It was at this moment that he managed to snatch the name tag from the bastard's neck.

The edge of that thing wasn't actually that sharp, and it took Sergio quite a while to cut the strap. During this time, the group on the stretcher next to him were having a great time with the women. A newcomer also joined in, saying that he had heard the commotion outside the door, and that there were very few white people in South Africa to vent their frustrations on, so he was getting impatient.

They spent all that time messing around without getting anything done. They probably just wanted to create some atmosphere, but then they left someone out to force him to watch, and kept saying things they thought were vulgar but were actually incredibly stupid.

So as soon as Sergio was freed, he grabbed a knife from the metal tray and stabbed the nearest idiot.

Despite losing his special abilities, his killing skills remained intact. He almost instantly discarded all the knives he could see on the operating table. The group of people lay scattered on the ground, some dead on the spot, others groaning in pain, completely unprepared for the sneak attack.

"Fuck your whole family, how dare an ordinary person talk so arrogantly?"

Sergio rolled over, pulled a knife from one of the men's heads, cut the mute girl's restraints, and then stabbed through the necks of several soldiers who weren't quite dead yet.

"Sweetheart, you go out first, I'll come find you in a bit."

As he spoke, his hands never stopped moving. Even though the group of people were completely dead, he still used a scalpel to stab their genitals repeatedly, like playing a game of whack-a-mole, until the area was completely mangled and bloody.

Looking at the pile of corpses on the ground, the mute girl was stunned for a long time, as if struck by lightning. She collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Sergio shook his head in disappointment, ignoring her, and then searched the corpses... What a load of crap, not even a decent gun. What the hell is a single-shot revolver? How dare they tyrannize with this equipment? When we get back, I'll have all of Europe mobilized to kill your whole family.

He tore off a work uniform that was about the same size as himself, put it on quickly, and then discovered something he had been dreaming of.

"Takeoff! Takeoff now..."

—A satellite phone. Sergio was practically ready to drag that mute guy over and beat him up. Damn it… luck had finally come his way. The best part was that there was no encryption program yet. Although the interface he opened was in a language he didn’t recognize, he managed to open the dialing interface after copying it.

"Fuck you, I don't understand."

He had barely dialed the person in charge's number for five seconds when he heard the message "This user is not in service area," and he immediately deflated.

"Damn... I almost forgot there was still a living person here."

But soon, he came up with a new idea.