Faced with the grim situation in southern Beijing, Liu Zhe, the special police captain with extensive experience in handling similar incidents, felt overwhelmed for the first time.
His intuition told him that there must be some special conspiracy behind this incident, and it was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.
Liu Zhe had just hung up the phone, then threw down his cigarette butt, rubbed his brow which he hadn't slept for two days, and decided to start looking for outside help as instructed by the bureau chief.
He knew that with his limited manpower, if this unexplained madness wasn't effectively contained, things would escalate, and the entire city would be plunged into panic.
Liu Zhe stomped the cigarette butt hard into the dirt, then glared and cursed:
"Damn it, why is it so hard to have a good New Year?"
...
Ten minutes later, looking at the target who had been brought back in custody, even Liu Zhe, who dared to fight dozens of awakened thugs hand-to-hand, was shocked.
This time, things are probably going to get really serious!
At this moment, the crazed young man on the ground had his face completely distorted. Even after being bound by various mental and spiritual shackles, he was still struggling desperately, unaware that he had drawn blood from the ground.
He had become so thin that he was skin and bones, with only a thin layer of skin clinging to his bones.
All the joints in his hands and feet were twisted and bent in reverse, and his withered and thin arms were eerily stretched to more than twice their original length, even longer than his entire body. From a distance, they looked like a giant spider lying on the ground.
His eyes were bloodshot, revealing a fierce light. His terrifying face was so distorted that his original features were no longer recognizable, making him appear exceptionally horrifying. Clear saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, forming long strands.
His body was still twitching and trembling involuntarily, as if he were in great pain.
At this moment, a young SWAT officer beside him seemed to feel sorry for him and wanted to step forward to use his healing ability to alleviate some of his pain.
But just as he got close, the man's neck suddenly stretched out and bit the kind-hearted SWAT officer.
Fortunately, Liu Zhe was close by and reacted quickly. He strode forward and kicked the man's neck at an odd angle.
Seeing the medical imp frozen in place, terrified by the sudden turn of events, the mutated man let out a snicker, laughing. It was unclear whether he was laughing at the young SWAT officer's cowardice or at Liu Zhe's weak and ineffective attack.
"Pooh!"
Liu Zhe spat on the ground and cursed a few times.
"Damn it, is this guy even considered an ordinary person? We've really been cursed today! And you guys, how did you control him?! Use your mental power to bind him up, don't let him move a single hair!"
He then directed the returning team members from a distance.
"Xiao Zhao, you take the men and send them back to headquarters. The rest of you come with me to the next location. Stay alert, everyone. Who knows if this is some kind of infectious disease? Prioritize your own safety, understand?"
"yes!!!"
With a loud response from the team members, the special police officers who had come and gone in a hurry quickly disappeared from the spot, then parted ways at the street corner and sped away.
At this moment, Liu Zhe, the once imposing Captain Liu, forced a smile onto his unapproachable face, and even the deep red scar on his face looked somewhat cute and less terrifying.
He carefully compared the map showing all the locations where the incident had been reported, and whispered into the phone:
"Hello, is this Captain Dang? Yes, yes, this is Xiao Liu, Liu Zhe from the SWAT team. I'm sorry to bother you so late at night."
"Here's the thing, something strange has happened in southern Beijing these past few days. We initially suspect it's related to the smuggled meat from Zhongshan Wharf last time. Would it be convenient for you to come here..."
...
As dawn broke and the first rays of light appeared, the soft glow filtered through the window and into the room, bringing a touch of warmth and tranquility.
"Snoring~"
A soft sound broke the silence in the room, and then a strong figure rolled out of bed and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
Who else could this be but Wang Zheng?
Since Wang Zheng returned home yesterday afternoon, he has started to increase his four-dimensional attributes.
However, this long-awaited boost almost caused him to lose his physical function.
Although he endured the feeling of dizziness and lightheadedness and practiced the horizontal stance exercise all day, his hands and feet were still trembling uncontrollably when his mother came home from work for dinner.
Wang Zheng's physical imbalance didn't improve until late at night.
Seeing Wang Zheng cultivate so diligently, even Wang Shengrong felt that his son had been spurred on. After returning from his trip, he had become even more hardworking, and Wang Shengrong was secretly pleased for a while.
Little did he know that Wang Zheng had no choice but to work hard!
If he doesn't work hard to recover, Wang Zheng might end up in a wheelchair before Chu Tianxing does.
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