Chapter 718 A Bizarre Appearance, Feng Mu's Danger Level
When the four white masks appeared one after another, Zhang Shenyi immediately sensed something was wrong and rushed out of the bungalow, running as fast as he could.
His heart pounded like a drum, and he wished he could sprout wings and fly to his teammates instantly.
But he can only run, not fly.
He could only watch helplessly as the status indicators of his teammates in his tactical goggles turned red, representing serious injury, or even gray, representing death.
His deployment and command were all correct.
The problem is that the enemy appears too quickly, and the battles begin too quickly; everything happens in the blink of an eye.
The three-fold advantage is gone!
The double advantage is gone!
I wonder if the double advantage still exists?
The instant a circle of scorpion tails, like a death cage, surrounded Akh on the tactical goggles screen and fell in unison.
Zhang Shenyi abruptly stopped, the momentum of his run pushing him to plow two deep tracks into the grass.
His heart seemed to freeze instantly, time seemed to stretch out, and everything fell silent.
His eyes were wide open, fixed intently on the eyepiece—as if the scene had been slowed down countless times…
The image appeared to blur and shake for a moment, as if some strange energy field flashed by, and the magnetic field readings monitored by the drone fluctuated violently.
Looking down from the perspective of a high-altitude stealth drone, a "black line" that is almost invisible to the naked eye is winding its way closer from deep within the dense grass.
That wasn't a physical movement; it was more like a... trace.
A flowing shadow, like ink spreading in still water, moved silently yet swiftly like lightning, defying the laws of physics.
Wherever it passes, the grass blades are not separated by wind pressure, but gently "smoothed" by some invisible force field, lying flat for a moment, and then quickly returning to their original state, leaving almost no trace of its passage.
What's even more alarming is that the black line is extremely faint, almost blending into the grass and shadows. As it moves at high speed and the dappled light and shadows intertwine, it is almost impossible to distinguish it from the background with the naked eye.
The attention of everyone in the Relief Studio was drawn to Ahe as if by an invisible magnet, focusing entirely on his raised scorpion tail.
No one noticed the deadly anomaly that was silently creeping up from the bushes.
"Warning! High-intensity energy disturbance detected! An unknown living entity is approaching the battlefield at ultra-high speed!"
"Coordinates locked, overlapping with Ach's location!"
"Energy mode not recognized! Expected arrival at contact point in 0.1 seconds!"
"Repeated! Contact in 0.1 seconds. Recommendation: Highest alert!"
Even when Xiaoyou's cold warning suddenly rang out on the communication channel, they were too slow to process it, and may not have even heard it clearly.
Shadow Scorpion, preoccupied with wanting nothing more than to tear Akh to pieces, focused all its senses on its prey and failed to notice the black lines approaching from beneath its feet.
"Die!!"
A ring of shadow scorpions roared in unison, their tails slamming down.
Ah closed his eyes reluctantly.
Then……
A full second passed.
The expected excruciating pain of being pierced through the body did not come.
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, and the senses became both unusually sharp and unusually dull.
He thought blankly to himself:
"So... time really does slow down before you die... But this waiting process is taking way too long...?"
Something's not right!
Ah suddenly realized that not only had time slowed down, but everything around him had also become unusually quiet.
There was complete silence on the communication channel, which was understandable; his teammates were probably mourning his death.
But... what about the enemy?
Shouldn't that disfigured white mask let out a triumphant grin or cheer?
Why is there not even a sound?
It was as if both enemies and teammates had been muted!
This eerie silence is more unsettling than death itself!
Ahri opened his eyes abruptly, filled with suspicion and a sense of relief that even he couldn't comprehend.
The sight that came into view left him momentarily stunned.
All he saw was the illusory shadows of scorpion tails, raised by a ring of shadow scorpions, piercing through his body like realistic light and shadow effects—these were, of course, fake and could not cause any harm.
The only real, menacing metal scorpion tail stopped precisely an inch in front of his brow.
He could even clearly feel the chilling intent of death and a slight stinging sensation.
But it stopped.
It froze solid in mid-air.
What happened?
A chill ran down Ah's spine. He stiffly turned his gaze upwards, following the motionless scorpion tail...
Then he saw a palm.
A hand with distinct knuckles, its skin a slightly cool-toned white, conveying a sense of coldness and resilience like iron and stone.
It was this unfamiliar hand that gripped the top of the scorpion's tail.
His fingers didn't seem to be exerting much force; his posture was as relaxed as if he were holding a pen that was about to fall, or catching a falling feather.
But with this seemingly casual pinch, the mechanical scorpion tail, infused with the Shadow Scorpion's full power, was held motionless in mid-air.
No, it's not completely still!
Ah's eyes widened, his pupils contracting to their maximum. He could clearly see that the scorpion's tail, which was being pinched, was trembling violently at an extremely high frequency.
It wasn't a free shaking, but rather like a venomous snake being gripped at its vital point, struggling and writhing frantically, trying to break free of its restraints.
At the exoskeleton joint where the tip of the scorpion's tail connects to the shadow scorpion's back, the armor plate is slightly deforming, and the drive shaft is making a faint creaking sound, trying to press down or retract the scorpion's tail.
Clearly, Shadow Scorpion has pushed its power output to the limit!
No matter how much power the Shadow Scorpion exerted, the fingers that were gripping the scorpion's tail did not even wrinkle the surface of the skin.
Absolute power brings absolute suppression!
Ah couldn't recall anyone in his team possessing such terrifying strength, capable of arm wrestling with an exoskeleton armor with their bare hands.
"Who...who saved me?"
Ah's heart pounded, and he struggled to turn his eyes, his gaze following the unfamiliar hand upwards.
From his position lying on the ground, looking up, the first thing that catches the eye is the exceptionally crisp black uniform sleeves, meticulously covering his arms.
Above them was a black uniform that outlined a tall and slender figure with straight shoulders, exuding a restrained sense of power.
Further up, there's a sharply defined jawline, tightly closed thin lips that reveal no emotion, a straight, knife-cut nose with a hint of coldness at the tip.
And a pair of cold, thin-rimmed glasses with a metallic sheen.
And behind the glasses were eyes as calm as a deep pool that had never turned over in millennia.
There was no trace of emotion in those eyes—no anger, no murderous intent, only a chilling coldness.
It was as if the struggle of the Shadow Scorpion and Ah's survival were nothing more than the insignificant emotions of an ant.
"This face is... the mission target—Feng Mu?!"
In Ah's mind, a name suddenly burst forth like a thunderclap.
He was completely stunned, utterly unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.
Their mission target, the person they attacked and captured, suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield like a god descending to earth, and then caught the white mask's fatal attack with his bare hands, saving them?!
What the hell is going on here?
At the same moment that Ah recognized Feng Mu, the "silence" effect that enveloped the battlefield seemed to be lifted.
The communication channel erupted in chaos, filled with shocked exclamations from teammates:
"Ah?! You're still alive?!"
"You...you were saved by Feng Mu?!"
"Mission objective... saved you? What the hell? Captain, are you looking? Aren't they all in cahoots?!"
Zhang Shenyi, standing in the distance, felt as if a blender was running at full speed, throwing his mind into complete chaos.
He was overjoyed at Ah's escape from death, but also deeply shocked by the fact that "his savior was Feng Mu".
This was completely beyond the limits of his imagination.
Could it be... that I was wrong all along? They weren't working together at all? This wasn't a trap to lure the enemy in; Feng Mu and the White Mask were actually enemies?
Could it be that the white-masked man, like us, is also here to ambush Feng Mu?
Our Relief Studio and White Mask were supposed to be working together, weren't they?!
Ahhhhhh—
An almost absurd possibility suddenly crashed into Zhang Shen's mind, and he felt a tightness in his chest, as if he were about to vomit blood:
"It's all that client's fault for talking nonsense... Damn it, he ruined my life!!!"
Countless questions and speculations flooded Zhang Shenyi's mind, leaving him unable to sort them out for a while.
He could only grit his teeth, suppress his turbulent thoughts, and continue charging toward the center of the battlefield, regardless of whether Feng Mu was friend or foe, or whether the white-masked man was friend or foe.
In short, everything is in complete chaos.
What four times advantage, three times advantage, two times advantage, one time advantage? These are all just guesses, aren't they? The current script is unfolding, so don't say he couldn't have predicted it.
None of the alternative plans in Smart Brain Worry's list are suitable for the current situation.
As the team leader, his only option was to get to the center of the battlefield as quickly as possible, and then live or die with his teammates...
……
Only the men from the maintenance department remained in the bungalow.
He stared at the computer screen, dumbfounded, his mouth agape in a round "O" shape, but no sound came out of his throat.
“…”
Is it my fault?
Is it because they can't win the game that they're starting to blame me?
no!
How can you blame me for this?
Who outside doesn't know that Du Changle, Li Xiang, and Feng Mu are all members of Wang Xinfa's camp? Which part of my statement was fabricated?
My judgment is clearly logical, well-founded, and every word is justifiable!
If we really have to blame someone... well, who should we blame?
The man in the maintenance department had images of wrecked vehicles on the highway flashing through his mind, along with scenes of white spiders "murdering and kidnapping corpses." Suddenly, his thoughts shifted, and he had a sudden realization.
—That's all the fault of Congressman Wang Xinfa! He failed to manage his subordinates properly!
The truth has been revealed!!!
Congressman, do you even realize that your own men are fighting amongst themselves behind your back? This is really getting us into serious trouble...
……
Because of Feng Mu's unexpected appearance, the entire battlefield seemed to be suddenly put on pause.
Whether they were members of the Relief Studio or members of the White Mask, everyone's attention was instantly captured, and they all turned to this sudden change.
The iron claw abruptly stopped its pursuit, its seven sharp mechanical limbs digging deep into the ground, abruptly halting its charge and kicking up a cloud of gravel and dust. The white mask suddenly turned to the side and rear.
The fire crow hovered a foot above the ground, its huge wings slightly tilted, and its electronic eyes constantly zoomed in, locking onto Feng Mu.
Xu Yingyan and Shanmao quickly exchanged a glance and silently turned their guns around in tacit understanding.
Despite suffering a severe abdominal wound and bleeding profusely, Fortress instinctively placed the ion shield in her hand between herself and Feng Mu.
Feng Mu's appearance was too sudden and too strange, making him feel a little unsafe.
In the distance, Chen Zhen, who had just crawled to point B as ordered, couldn't help but look back.
Unbeknownst to him, just a few meters behind him, the tips of the grass blades silently parted to the sides and then gently closed again.
Further away, a group of members who were originally going around to meet him also slowed down and looked in Feng Mu's direction.
The one who was closest, whose mind was most shaken, and whose feelings were most profound was naturally the Shadow Scorpion who was intimately touched by Feng Mu.
He didn't even see how Feng Mu appeared—it was as if his vision had just blurred, and Feng Mu had appeared out of thin air in the very center of his circle of phantoms.
The speed was so fast that he almost thought it was just a false illusion.
However, the terrifying sense of stagnation emanating from the scorpion's tail told him with unmistakable truth—this person before him was as real as could be.
"Shouldn't this guy be in the car? Where did he come from? I didn't notice him, and the shadow at my feet just now... did it flicker?"
Shadow Scorpion stared intently at the calm-faced Feng Mu, a strange sense of unease creeping into his heart.
He frantically activated his exoskeleton, attempting to generate even greater power. But the hand remained motionless; instead, a piercing overload alarm continuously blared in his ears.
If the fight continues, his own scorpion tail will probably snap off first due to the reaction force.
Only now did Shadow Scorpion vaguely understand why the captain had repeatedly emphasized that "the objective of this mission is extremely difficult" and even allowed them to assess the danger level themselves.
"Putting aside his bizarre entrance, the power emanating from that hand alone... is already very strange."
Shadow Scorpion swallowed silently, an absurd thought rising in his mind:
"He doesn't look particularly strong, and there's no sign of him using his muscles... Could this guy also be wearing an exoskeleton? And a smaller, more advanced one at that, one that can be directly implanted into his body... an endoskeletal armor?"
He couldn't help but speculate, and in a daze, he felt that Feng Mu's slightly thin figure (relative to the exoskeleton armor) vaguely overlapped with the captain's unusually short stature.
He knew better than anyone the terrifying power hidden within the captain's small frame.
The sense of oppression that Feng Mu brought him at this moment was somewhat similar.
"What a joke... I must be overthinking it. No matter how dangerous Feng Mu is, he can't possibly be on the same level as the captain."
Shadow Scorpion forcibly deleted the absurd associations from his mind. He admitted that he was indeed startled by Feng Mu, but he was definitely not really scared.
At most, it was just a momentary lapse in judgment, where the opponent struck first and startled us.
How could Shadow Scorpion possibly be afraid of battle?
Even if they were to flee, it should be called a tactical retreat.
Then, Shadow Scorpion heard a voice coming from his headset...
(End of this chapter)
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