Lu Zhaoming rushed out of the alley and had just straightened up when the huge red warning box on the system interface flashed wildly like a death notice, accompanied by a constant, shrill beeping sound: "Warning! High-energy fluctuations detected, suspected experimental subject tracking device has locked onto the target! Host is being tracked by the Global Positioning System (GPS), received!"
Lu Zhaoming cursed under his breath, "Damn it!" He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "Looks like it won't be easy for me to get away this time." His eyes suddenly sharpened like an eagle's as he glanced at the swaying figures in the dim light not far away. A playful smile appeared on his lips: "Alright, I'll play with you guys for a bit."
He took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his mindset, curled up into the posture of a scavenger, and blended into the wasteland refugee group ahead.
The blacksmith's identification card rustled softly in his pocket, bringing him a sense of reassurance.
To avoid arousing suspicion, he deliberately slowed his pace in the group and pretended to be exhausted.
After passing through a dilapidated iron gate, Lu Zhaoming finally entered the white-robed experimental field.
Inside the towering walls, the dim lighting and the pervasive smell of disinfectant made him feel nauseous.
He walked forward carefully, trying not to make any noise.
However, they hadn't gone far when a piercing scream shattered the silence.
Lu Zhaoming quickly hid behind a wall and peeked through the crack.
A modified experimental subject was seen struggling on a cold operating table, his painful screams sending chills down one's spine.
In an instant, the test subject's body suddenly swelled up, its skin cracked open, and it became a bloody mess. Finally, it lay motionless in a pool of blood.
Several scientists in white coats dragged the corpse away expressionlessly and casually dumped it in a corner, as if these once flesh-and-blood lives were nothing more than experimental waste.
Lu Zhaoming clenched his fists tightly, his anger and disgust almost bursting out of his chest.
He continued digging deeper, hoping to find more clues.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness and blocked his way.
It's Xiao Hu, the experimental subject who was modified by the white-robed man.
Little Tiger
"It's you, you little brat!" Little Tiger roared, revealing a set of sharp teeth.
Lu Zhaoming calmly looked at him, activated his Eye of Judgment, and instantly discerned the pattern of the other party's movements.
Every punch and every leap of Xiaohu was displayed before his eyes as if in slow motion.
Lu Zhaoming's lips curled up slightly as he quickly found his opponent's weakness. He took a side step to dodge and then delivered a precise elbow strike to Xiao Hu's side of the neck.
Xiao Hu immediately knelt down on the ground.
"You..." Xiao Hu's breath became weak as he whispered.
Just then, a prompt popped up on the system interface again: "The host can unlock the advanced form of the 'Special Ability Amplification Module', but must bear the risk of mental energy overdraft." Lu Zhaoming did not hesitate at all and decisively chose to activate it.
Instantly, a surge of violent energy erupted from his body, significantly enhancing his speed and strength.
Old Fox's pursuit team arrived just in time, but they posed no threat to Lu Zhaoming at this moment.
Lu Zhaoming was like a whirlwind, quickly defeating all the enemies, leaving behind groans and mangled limbs.
Old Fox's face turned ashen. He gritted his teeth and cursed a few times before turning around and fleeing in a sorry state with his remaining troops.
Lu Zhaoming did not pursue, but instead quickly headed deeper into the experimental field.
He stopped in front of an inconspicuous room and peered through the crack in the door.
The room was filled with various experimental data and documents. Lu Zhaoming quickly glanced at them, and his face instantly turned ashen.
The white-robed man's new plan was completely exposed by him: to select so-called "perfect survivors" through large-scale human experimentation, and then eliminate all humans who did not meet the standards.
An uncontrollable rage ignited in Lu Zhaoming's heart. He gripped the document tightly, his eyes resolute.
At this moment, his determination to stop the man in white robes became even stronger.
However, just as he was about to leave, the system interface flashed again:
"Host, a new mission has been issued, please check..." However, just as he was about to leave, the cold system interface started flashing restlessly again. This time, the message box that popped up had a ring of rapid red light around the edge, as if frantically hinting at some major event: "Warning! Abnormal high-intensity activity has been detected in the core area of the experimental field. According to the energy model comparison, the suspected target 'White Robe' has personally arrived at the scene!"
Lu Zhaoming gripped the stack of documents that could practically nail his white robe to the pillar of shame, his knuckles turning white from the pressure, the edges of the papers unconsciously frayed from his carelessness.
He suddenly looked up, his deep eyes seeming to pierce through layers of walls, shooting straight into the deepest part of the experimental field—that core area that exuded an ominous aura yet seemed excessively quiet, where a huge vortex seemed to be waiting to devour everything.
"Heh, finally willing to come out for a stroll?" Lu Zhaoming murmured, a cold yet slightly mocking smile curving his lips, his roguish charm returning. "I thought you old fox were planning to hide in your shell forever, getting moldy and hairy!"
A surge of electric-like excitement, mixed with intense fighting spirit, shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, making the hairs on his body almost dance.
He took a deep breath. The air, mixed with rust, disinfectant, and a faint smell of blood, did not make him frown. Instead, it was like a hungry wolf smelling the aroma of meat, instantly igniting the powder keg in his chest. All that was needed was a match!
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and his fists clenched unconsciously, making a slight "crackling" sound between his knuckles, as if a ferocious beast about to pounce on the final BOSS was stretching its muscles and bones, preparing for an extreme maneuver.
“It seems,” his deep voice held a barely suppressed restlessness, like muffled thunder rumbling in his throat, “that the real contest has only just begun.” He glanced around at his surroundings, his eyes flickering, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: “Oh? This setup…”
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