Chapter 106-105- Monster
"...By the way, Miss Wuming, Mr. Cromwell, how is your beheading operation going up there?" After a moment, thinking of what happened before, Donnell couldn't help but ask.
The human traffickers outside were very agitated before, and it seemed that they had received orders. Many of the younger brothers downstairs rushed up to support, causing the victims hiding on this floor to sweat for the two people above.
Afterwards, due to the large difference in the floor levels and the fear of being discovered, they did not dare to go out, so they were not quite sure what happened. They did not even see the cyborg jumping off the building. They just occasionally heard heavy noises outside and guessed that it was a heavy object like a refrigerator falling.
Now seeing that the two of them have returned unharmed, it should mean that things are going well, right?
"It's all taken care of." Yvette said briefly and continued downstairs.
Not having received any details, everyone focused their attention on Cromwell, hoping that he would reveal some details of the situation.
Cromwell was silent for a moment, shrugged at the dozen or so victims, and looked as if he had nothing to say.
In fact, it’s not that he has nothing to say, but the situation is too outrageous and he can’t explain it clearly at the moment.
In response to this, everyone clearly showed a hint of disappointment and dissatisfaction.
Cromwell caught a glimpse of their expressions and felt that this was not a good idea. He said in a complicated tone, "In short, it is very perverted."
"Pervert?" Donnell was puzzled.
"Yes, a pervert." Cromwell said without explaining, and quickly followed Miss Wuming.
Donnell, Reese, and the other victims were speechless, wondering what was going on. "Why don't you just tell me what's going on?" "What do you mean by 'very perverted' here?" "How perverted could that be?"
The Riddler of the Grooves!
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Walking out of the shadow of the ground floor of the building, the cold but free night wind blew in my face. The lights on the roadside pierced a small piece of darkness, illuminating the mess on the road.
Although they were still surrounded by the barbed wire fence of the industrial park, the open environment and the wind that blew away the blood still slightly eased the anxiety accumulated in the chests of the 18 survivors, and a slight dizziness of seeing the light of day again lingered around them.
At this moment, Donnell's girlfriend suddenly let out a "Huh!" She grabbed Donnell's arm, pointed to a shadow at the edge of the light not far away, and said in panic: "What... is that thing?"
Everyone looked in the direction she pointed and saw an indescribable, twisted, fused mass of organic matter and metal fragments. They could barely make out some broken, sturdy robotic arms, electrical sockets, and prosthetic eye parts. The biological tissue oozed bright red blood on the ground, creating a particularly eerie scene.
"Could this be the heavy object that fell from the building earlier?" Reese guessed.
Upon hearing this, except for Cromwell, the remaining 17 victims all came closer curiously. But after taking a closer look, they were frightened and their faces suddenly changed color, and they retreated one after another.
This turned out to be a cyborg that was twisted and deformed and smashed into a meat patty made of iron!
Why did he die here?
Was he thrown down after his death? That's why he fell so terribly?
Everyone finally understood what Cromwell meant by "perverted," and sighed, wondering if Miss Wuming, who looked so cool and gentle, could have such a fierce and aggressive fighting style? What a wonderful contrast.
But isn’t it a bit inappropriate to describe it as “perverted”?
However, Cromwell shook his head again at the crowd, revealing an even more enigmatic expression as he said, "No...you still don't understand."
"Mr. Cromwell, what exactly do you want to say?" Donnell's fists stiffened.
Cromwell said slowly, "What if I say that it wasn't Miss Nobody who threw him down, but that Miss Nobody was so powerful that she frightened him so much that he jumped from the building and died?"
The other seventeen survivors fell silent, their shock and speechlessness even greater than before. They thought that if this was true, it was indeed extremely abnormal.
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Passing through the dead-silent path and the wasteland rustling in the night wind, another "industrial park" appeared under the night sky diagonally in front.
Standing in the shadows, Yvette looked toward the industrial park. The buildings resembled the previously destroyed den, though slightly smaller. High-intensity searchlights mercilessly sliced through the darkness, illuminating the interior as bright as day. A large "X-Ray Security" company emblem, affixed to the wall, reflected a striking light.
Immediately, she asked the 18 rescued people to hide temporarily in the sparse woods outside the park, and she herself silently passed through the open iron gate and walked in.
Inside the park, all the lights were on, and incandescent light poured out from every open window, dispelling the darkness in every corner.
The monitor wall in the surveillance room had gone black, and the video storage module had vanished. Someone was not sure who had taken it. Several coffee machines still emitted a faint whiff of steam and the lingering aroma of coffee. The defense turrets crouched on their commanding heights, their guns lowered, their power indicators indicating standby.
But the strange thing is that there is no one here.
The chair in the security booth was tilted, a half-drunk cup of coffee was on the corner of the table, and a kettle was spilled on the floor. Scattered on the roadside were scattered bullet casings, document pages, and even a worn leather glove.
Frowning, Yvette checked around here in confusion, but after finding nothing, she walked silently into the main building.
The corridor was also empty, the doors of the prison cells were locked, and most of the people inside were thin and haggard faces.
Yvette opened the cell doors one by one and unlocked the handcuffs with the keys she had picked up. The rescued people immediately gathered in the small central square downstairs under her command with great joy.
Ten minutes later, after confirming that all 13 victims had been rescued, Yvette came down from upstairs and asked everyone, "Do you know what happened here? Why are all the traffickers here gone?"
Several victims shook their heads in confusion. Before the incident happened, they were all asleep because it was already late at night.
But just as Yvette was feeling disappointed, a figure slowly emerged from the crowd. It was a young man, pale and trembling uncontrollably, as if he had suffered a great deal of fear.
He said in a very uneasy tone: "I... I seem to know what happened, but I'm not sure if it's my hallucination, or if I'm confusing dreams with reality..."
"You tell me, and I'll judge for myself," said Yvette.
"I think... I think they might have all turned into monsters..." The young man's expression became increasingly horrified, and he trembled as he spoke, "I... I didn't see the whole thing! I was also handcuffed to the bed at the time, and I only vaguely heard some strange screams in my dream. When I opened my eyes, I saw... I saw a face! It was stuck outside the window on the door where food was delivered! The gap in the iron window was very small, but that face... that face was squeezed in there..."
His descriptions were filled with such strong emotions that one could not help but feel as if they were there, and the mere description of the current situation was enough to make him almost collapse.
He continued, "...Its face was very strange, with multiple eyes, and its hair looked like worms that would wriggle! Its face would split open, turning into a huge mouth full of fangs! But it only appeared once and then left... I don't know where it went, and later, I fainted from fright..."
The square was eerily quiet. The pale light of the searchlights fell silently, outlining the stiff contours of everyone's bodies.
But unlike the others who were terrified, Yvette felt a familiarity from this description.
The head is deformed, and the face splits into a large mouth full of fangs... This seems to be the characteristic of the first stage of humanoid deformation...
Thinking of this, Yvette looked at the 13 rescued people again and did not see the two so-called "little girls under 10 years old".
She thought she might know who the two little girls were.
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(End of this chapter)
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