Tss!
It was a person.
A person with dark bluish skin exposed to crimson muscle tissue, his face was sowhat obscured, but his eyes reflected a hint of green light, resembling those of a vicious wolf. He had well-developed chewing muscles, making his face appear sowhat deford, his exposed teeth extrely creepy, pale mixed with bits of bloody froth. His body was riddled with bullet holes, yet blood did not gush forth. Instead, as his muscles twitched, bullets were squeezed out with a clinking sound.
"What kind of monster is this? Is this still a human?" Su Ziyu felt a bit tense.
Not only him, but the people from the Freelancer also felt tense.
They were calling for backup!
Not far away, the man from the Brotherhood had already jumped down, and Su Ziyu didn’t know where he went.
At this mont.
Su Ziyu heard so low and raspy murmurs, and the eerie sound made him feel a chill shoot straight to his skull, his spirit montarily confused, accompanied by an inexplicable hunger.
"hungry!...at!..."
"hungry!...at!..."
Hungry...
at...
It was the monster!
The strange sound Su Ziyu heard several tis ca from it!
No.
Why did the Freelancer Organization refer to it as a test subject?
Are they secretly conducting human experints?
The way this monster moved seed familiar; Su Ziyu thought for a mont and recalled the hideous corpse ghosts he had seen inside the Southern Cross.
However!
The corpse ghosts seen in the Southern Cross were almost dried-up, their muscles and skin nearly completely depleted, resembling ancient mummies. Yet the monster in front of him had fresh, full muscle tissue, both in power and speed far exceeding the corpse ghosts.
Half a minute later.
The Freelancers’ reinforcents arrived, two additional people wearing exoskeleton power armor surrounded the monster.
A burst of frantic shooting erupted.
Su Ziyu saw the monster’s head being blown apart, turning into a indistinct ss, no longer showing any trace of human form.
The Freelancers began cleaning the battlefield.
So wearing biochemical protective suits were reclaiming the monster’s corpse, spraying what seed to be disinfectant nearby.
Soon, the Freelancers withdrew.
Su Ziyu was filled with confusion, quietly sneaking away to return to the hotel. But as he entered the alley, he suddenly heard extrely restrained sobbing. Without thinking, he drew his weapon, dashed forward, and controlled the person hiding behind the wall.
A cold, black short blade was pressed against the person’s neck, Su Ziyu wanted to twist his opponent’s joint but felt a cold chanical arm instead.
"Don’t move!" Su Ziyu said in a deep voice.
Fortunately, the opponent seed inexperienced in combat, trembling with fear upon being controlled, easily subdued by Su Ziyu.
"Don’t kill ... I know nothing..." A sowhat timid male voice sounded.
Su Ziyu glanced around, sternly said: "Don’t speak. Follow . As long as you obey, I won’t hurt you."
He led the man into the alley with his knife.
The young man was thin and weak, more like an ordinary resident than a combatant.
"Don’t kill !..." The man’s voice carried a hint of sobbing.
Minutes later.
Su Ziyu took him away from the scene, into a dim alley. Only then, in the faint light, did he recognize the young man as soone he had seen before, responsible for street cleaning and had swapped his deford arm for a roughly made chanical prosthetic just yesterday.
"Why were you there?" Su Ziyu still held the knife to the man’s neck.
"I... I..." The young man’s face was full of fear, seemingly on the verge of tears from Su Ziyu, weakly struggling as he said, "I... I live there..."
A trace of blood seeped from the neck.
Su Ziyu frowned, sternly said: "Next, you answer my questions. If I discover you lied to ."
"Don’t bla for being rude!"
The young man seed quite timid, Su Ziyu had rely let a bit of blood flow, and he divulged everything he knew.
His presence here was simple.
Because he knew the monster!
The monster’s na was Will, a fifty-year-old man, who had once adopted the young man for a while but later disappeared, and everyone who knew him thought he was dead. The young man succeeded Will’s job, responsible for cleaning the camp garbage.
But a few days ago, he suddenly saw Will near the sewer.
By then, Will had already transford into the current form, but retained so sanity and did not harm the young man, only repeating the sa words incessantly.
"hungry!...at!..."
"hungry!...at!..."
From then on, people in the camp quietly disappeared. The young man initially unaware, tried to send so at over daily until he saw a devoured corpse in the sewer, and fled terrified.
The reason he appeared here was largely due to fear yet irresistible curiosity.
"How did Will disappear? Did he say anything to you before?" Su Ziyu continued to press.
The young man had cald a bit, thought for a mont, stamred: "I... I don’t know... I was sick from radiation infection... Old Will said he had a way to save ... Then he brought back so dicine... disappeared the next day..."
Su Ziyu struck, knocking out the young man.
"Human experints? Or sothing else? What are the Freelancers up to? Creating such terrifying monsters!..."
The night enveloped the camp like a curtain.
The sharp chill of the night wind carried bone-piercing cold, Su Ziyu gazed at the distant high wall, feeling like it was a prison, black as ink. He vaguely sensed so information, but a veil of mist shrouded the truth, the Freelancer organization wasn’t so simple, what were they secretly doing?
Does Pasha know all this?
Is she still trustworthy?
.........
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