"That can truly be called Hell; regardless of the past glory of civilization, now only ruins remain."
"Those who go inside see nothing but the wreckage of buildings and monsters twisted by radiation, with no intelligent life to communicate with."
"To be honest, the humans of our world have also been through an apocalypse, yet we survived, propagated, and rebuilt civilization, which is like winning a cosmic lottery."
"How do you know so much?"
Fei Ying fiddled with the Butterfly Knife, squatted down, and waved the tip in front of the Masked Guest’s nose:
"Are you making up stories to fool us?"
"I’m not making it up! I crawled out of there alive!"
The Masked Guest’s voice suddenly rose, and he suddenly lifted his hand to take off the mask on his face, revealing an extrely ugly face.
That face was covered with dark purple spots, like scars gnawed by mold, terrifyingly hideous.
"A year ago, Big Bear and I were part of the daredevil squad forced by the military into that ruin numbered 03."
"Before going in, experts gave us special training; these are the knowledge they personally explained."
"The environnt there is deadly poison for ordinary people; you must wear biochemical protective suits like astronauts and survival masks to barely hold on."
"But even so... more than half of us died inside, and most of the rest went mad or turned into blood-drinking monsters."
"These scars on my face are left from prolonged exposure to radiation!"
At this point, he glanced at Big Bear’s huge corpse not far away, a complex sadness flashing in his eyes:
"Of course, Big Bear and I were relatively lucky not to die in there; we benefited from the misfortune and mutated. I awakened Telekinesis, and Big Bear turned into a powerful monster."
Listening to the Masked Guest, Old Chen couldn’t help but ask a question:
"Did you go inside just for adventure and resources?"
"No, those are secondary."
The Masked Guest shook his head, his voice dropping:
"Our main task is to establish a long-term outpost and perform ’live assimilation’."
"Live assimilation?"
Fang Cheng, hearing this inexplicably intimidating term, was montarily stunned.
"In simpler terms, it’s live sacrifice."
The Masked Guest forced a bitter smile, his tone full of self-mockery:
"The environnt there is full of pollutants, naturally repelling us outsiders, the ancient viruses inside alone are deadly."
"So, scientists devised a thod of mass-migration of our world’s animals and plants there, to neutralize the pollutants with them."
"In this process, these organisms undergo violent mutation and evolution, cultivating new species that better adapt to the ruins’ environnt."
"In the beginning, the military even threw a large number of death row prisoners and war captives in, making them work and act as ’human filters’ to carve out a safe zone."
"It wasn’t until later that those experts developed special protective suits, providing us with added safety asures."
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but frown slightly, his tone growing colder:
"Are you also capturing orphans for the so-called live sacrifice?"
"No, they are more advanced ’active material’."
The Masked Guest shook his head again, gritting his teeth:
"The mad scientists in the military laboratory discovered an astonishing research result: the blood of mutants with special abilities contains natural antibodies against pollution, enabling longer survival in the Otherworld."
"Particularly young mutants, who have relatively pure blood and adaptable genes due to less pollution, are the best living blood banks."
"They extract specific gene sequences from the blood to produce a neutralizer, which is injected into explorers, allowing ordinary people to operate in the ruins like in the normal world."
"To mass-produce this agent, the Xiao Family, like mad dogs, capture loose cultivator mutants everywhere. Our Bloodthorn rcenary Corps took on their task, forced into these outrageous acts!"
At this point, the Masked Guest squeezed out tears, beginning to pitifully plead:
"Chairman Fang, brothers, I really have no choice..."
"Even though I and Big Bear gained special abilities, we also developed mutant sicknesses, enduring agonizing ntal torture daily, only subdued by that kind of agent."
"I didn’t want to kill people, once I was a law-abiding citizen who helped old won cross the road."
"It’s the Xiao Family and those military bastards forcing us to do such vile deeds! They made us enter the ruins, forcing us to work for them, collecting experintal materials everywhere, I’m truly a victim too!"
"Phooey!"
Fatty Hu unceremoniously spat thick phlegm on his face:
"Earlier you were so arrogant, wanting to kill our whole family, now you’re the victim? Your face is thicker than Big Bear’s hide."
The Masked Guest dared not wipe it, continuously pleading:
"I was wrong, I was really wrong! We had no grievance before and no enmity now, it’s all a misunderstanding."
"In that case, I can compensate you for dical expenses, and give all the five hundred million in the Swiss bank to you."
"And regarding that ruin, I know a hidden smuggling route that can bypass the military blockade."
"I am very familiar with the environnt opposite, and can be your guide. All the good stuff in there, we will split twenty-eighty... No, all of it is yours!"
Fang Cheng looked at the guy pleading at his feet, pondering silently, seemingly seriously considering it.
The silence lasted a few seconds.
Those few seconds felt longer than a decade to the Masked Guest.
Then, Fang Cheng suddenly spoke, asking an extrely untily question:
"I just killed your brother, you don’t hate ?"
"Hate? How could I hate!"
The Masked Guest seed to hear a joke, his head shaking like a rattle as he swore up and down:
"He was just not skilled enough! In this dog-eat-dog world, being weak is the original sin, can’t bla anyone!"
As if the reason wasn’t sufficient, he hastily added a few more sentences, spitting all around:
"Besides, Big Bear’s brain had been burned out by radiation long ago, turning him into a monster that only knows how to eat at and drink blood."
"Keeping him would only be a curse, dying at the hands of a peerless mighty person like Chairman Fang is a blessing cultivated over eight lifetis!"
"Really, I should be thanking you for your great kindness, liberating him from his stinking body!"
With these words, the atmosphere on the rooftop beca sowhat awkward.
Fatty Hu beside him opened his mouth wide, looking at the Masked Guest like an alien, finally unable to hold back, turning away with disdain:
"Damn it, I used to think I was bad enough in the underworld, but compared to you, I’m as pure as a school kid."
Even Fei Ying, this cold-blooded assassin, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, his hand with Butterfly Knife paused for a mont.
As for Fire Dragon crouched in the distance, he listened with a shiver, like eting this usually swaggering boss for the first ti.
To survive, the esteed leader of the Bloodthorn rcenary Corps had completely lost face.
Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes, lightly rubbing his chin.
Although this person is spineless, the chips he holds are indeed sowhat valuable.
The five hundred million cash is secondary, the key is that hidden passage leading to the ruins.
The Illuminati wishes to expand, inevitably—
If gaining ancient ruins’ black technology or cultivation materials, the entire organization’s power will have a qualitative leap.
Moreover...
Fang Cheng recalled the "death world filled with monsters and radiation" described by the Masked Guest.
If it were an ordinary person, they might feel fearful.
But what surged deep within him at this mont wasn’t dread, but a long-lost excitent.
Stronger monsters, harsher environnt.
Wouldn’t that imply higher experience points and opportunities to break the limits of the body?
"Sounds pretty nice..."
Fang Cheng calculated silently.
As he was about to speak up.
Thud thud thud thud—
A muffled rotor sound ca from afar, breaking the silence on the rooftop.
"What sound is that?"
Old Chen cautiously raised his head, listening intently.
Everyone then followed the sound with their eyes.
In the pitch-black night sky far away, a few red signal lights blinked urgently.
Between densely packed high-rises, the neon signs flickered mysteriously.
A matte deep gray-coated ard helicopter, like a giant Black Hawk tearing the night, rapidly diving towards the top of Silver Wing Building.
Under its belly, the gaping machine gun muzzles glead with cold tallic sheen in the searchlights.
Crouched in a corner, when Fire Dragon saw this, his originally grim face suddenly overflowed with joy.
He jumped up, waving his hands, shouting as if seeing his own father:
"They’re here! It’s our people! The military’s reinforcents have arrived!!"
Seeing this, the Masked Guest also imdiately brightened up.
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