boom--

The tiger was slammed heavily to the ground by the snake's tail, creating a large crack in the ground. The tiger roared and stretched out its claws to scratch Wu Ming, who irritably swatted it away.

If you try to move forward, the tiger will block your way; if you try to kill it outright, well, this tiger has thick skin and is very resilient, so you can't kill it quickly...

Instead, the struggle between the snake and the tiger completely blocked the passage.

The mercenaries dared not give way to the two locked in fierce combat, fearing that if they passed by the battlefield, they might be caught in the tiger's claws or the snake's tail, and with a single grab or swing, they would be doomed...

"Wu Ming, move this tiger aside! Go kill that Zhen guy!" the officer said coldly through the communication device. "This tiger is not the mission target. If you can capture it alive along the way, bring it back to me."

Wu Ming remained silent, pretending not to hear.

"Wu Ming!"

He still ignored it.

The officer, unable to bear it any longer, activated the nanolock. The arrogant and domineering giant snake-man froze, and the tiger seized the opportunity to push away his tail and escape, running away quickly without looking back.

Wu Ming had no intention of giving chase; his body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Wu Ming! Why don't you go after him!"

"..."

He remained silent. When the nano-locks in his bone marrow cavity were activated, they directly damaged his nerves and bone marrow. Even Wu Ming was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Large beads of sweat seeped from his skin, rolling down one by one, icy cold. His face was deathly pale, and he clenched his teeth so tightly that his mouth tasted of blood.

If it were anyone else, the moment the nanolock was activated, they would immediately go crazy in pain, howling and rolling around, losing all consciousness, and even begging in a disgusting manner.

However, Wu Ming only trembled slightly without letting out a cry of pain. The officer, seeing his stubbornness, became furious and had no choice but to stop the torture, angrily asking, "Why don't you go after him?"

"...It hurts," he said slowly. "I'm out of strength."

The officer, who usually considered himself to have a good temper, was now so angry with Wu Ming that he was practically spitting fire. That damned snake was so stubborn and unyielding, and he really couldn't do anything about it.

Should we continue to inflict more punishment? Perhaps he's using the excuse of being in too much pain to distract himself from the mission—and the commander is genuinely afraid that Wu Ming will lose his fighting ability, causing the assassination attempt to fail and instead be captured by the special forces.

Not punishing them... is really infuriating!

"The mission continues. I'll punish you when you get back!"

The officer gritted his teeth and said in a gloomy voice.

Wu Ming grunted, twisted its snake tail, and slowly crawled forward.

Tong Su withdrew her X-ray vision, looked down, and saw that her hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Professor Hua looked at her with concern: "Are you injured too? Why do you look so pale? Is your wound hurting badly?"

“...It hurts terribly,” she said hoarsely, her eyes deep and filled with hatred as she stared intently in the direction behind her. “My heart is aching, aching so badly I feel like I’m going to die.”

How dare he, how could he punish Wu Ming like that?!

Professor Hua didn't understand and thought Tong Su had a heart condition, so he reassured her, "Don't worry, our gene therapy can cure any injury or illness."

Director Zhen added, "That's right. I've always said that the genes of mutants are all about evolution! If we decipher the mutant genes, we can enable the evolution of all humanity..."

"Director Zhen! Is this the right time to use these tricks?" Ye Qingxi caught up from afar and glared angrily at Director Zhen.

Director Zhen asked awkwardly, "You're injured?"

Ye Qingxi was seriously injured, covered in blood from head to toe, it was impossible to tell whether it was his or the enemy's.