Chapter 246 Since We're Here

"You bastard! You have to give me money for my escape!"

When Pandora returned to the black market that He Yu had temporarily booked, carrying a bag full of boxed lunches and cigarettes, Whiskey heard an extremely suppressed wailing sound.

It's so familiar.

She immediately recalled the laboratory in Jerusalem where Beelzebub transplanted his own virus into a culture tank, creating thousands of mutated creatures—a terrifying monster that retained its primal instincts, was extremely lethal, and only appeared at the end of the altar—if you saw its face, it would be hard to imagine how many species' advantages it had combined to become so deformed.

Right there in the guest room, across from the dimly lit entrance hall, five figures wearing black plastic raincoats were kneeling on the ground, pressed tightly against He Yu's feet—speaking in a fanatical tone—when they noticed the sudden footsteps, they turned around sharply, revealing their faces.

To be precise, they had no "face"; their physical appearance had somehow vanished, leaving no wounds or sores—only a bloody mouth stretched wide to their ears.

Pandora was a little taken aback, because these people had even lost their eyes and were now completely monstrous.

At this moment, they acted like vicious dogs whose territory had been violated, showing hostility towards the visitors.

He Yubang slapped them across the face several times, then patted one of them on the shoulder and bent down to say something.

The five immediately kowtowed to Pandora, then took a few steps back, turned around, opened the window, and jumped out.

The movement was incredibly fast, almost like his mother was rushing to be reborn—but this was the twelfth floor!

Pandora stood there dumbfounded for a while, until she retrieved the data from the database and suddenly realized what was going on.

"You're pretty good. You've learned Weeks' method quite well."

"You flatter me, you flatter me." He Yu responded with an indifferent attitude, then feigned a sentimental expression: "As a last-minute replacement on stage, I simply gave those people what they had always wanted."

"I can be described as... an exceptionally good person."

If you were a good person, Eoubs would have been wiped out long ago. Humanity would have been dragged into the wave layer to be used as breeding pigs sooner or later, okay?

Pandora angrily threw the large bag of things into He Yu's arms.

The other person chuckled and suddenly said, "Let's not rush to eat; we need to go out for a walk."

"Want to browse around?"

"Yes, you heard me right, just browsing."

He Yu repeated it.

"Go out and watch some shows that are good to watch while eating, that will improve your appetite."

...

...

The deafening roar of engines came from the other end of the road.

Then, an armored vehicle with an exaggerated design, like something out of a space movie, stopped in the already cleared-out neighborhood.

Having just wiped out the gang members who had instigated the riot in District N52, the armed forces leader, who hadn't even had time to hold a victory celebration, had already returned with all his subordinates, incredibly efficient, and was waiting in front of the parking area.

As the inspector general, who had just finished a layoff meeting, stepped out of the armored vehicle with an expression that looked like he wanted to devour someone alive, the team leader felt increasingly annoyed.

It's hard to imagine that these people were the same ruthless characters who were able to slaughter those gang members like pigs not long ago. Now they're all bowing their heads and bending over, looking like complete idiots.

“Mr. Heseg, the situation is like this…”

"What the hell are you talking about? You're all a bunch of fucking trash. Don't try to explain yourself, you're all garbage. You're always being bossed around by the board members in the embassy district, they're shitting on your heads, and you still have the nerve to ask them if they need wet wipes? Sooner or later I'll throw you all into the modification lab to feed the pigs..."

The young man didn't bother listening to him at all. While cursing the highest authority within Heaven's Gospel, he took out several thousand tranquilizers from his pocket and swallowed them. The team leader had no reaction to what he heard, as if the other party wasn't angry at him at all. However, his originally burly body appeared even smaller under the angry shouts.

Thanks to the powerful pills, Heseg quickly regained his composure. Looking at his subservient subordinates before him, a slight satisfaction finally appeared in his eyes, but his tone remained harsh: "Alright, I'm too lazy to waste my breath on these good-for-nothings. New information: the remnants of Sector N52 have acquired a batch of incredibly powerful weapons. I'm here to deal with them—"

He paused, then continued, "You have more than just this many men, right? I'll give you ten minutes to move everyone over here."

"Don't worry, as an essential factor to boost morale... I will inject you with drug number 3."

The team leader, who was kneeling on the ground, felt no smugness upon hearing this. Instead, he lowered his head even further and dared not respond.

Potion No. 3?

That's the embodiment of the great power that Director Li personally branched out; the board actually deployed a genetic weapon of this caliber for these scoundrels...

This is not a joke I just casually mentioned and then forgot. That potion, which has undergone tens of thousands of adaptation, adjustment, and correction experiments, is a genuine and extraordinary substance that can turn ordinary people into gods.

Just 0.3ml, no, actually 0.1ml is enough to completely destroy the entire N52 district gang to the very bottom of hell.

Do you have any objections?

Seeing that he remained silent, Heseg clicked his tongue and asked unhappily, "Suddenly you've become mute?"

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