Soon, dozens of monster insect Mutants were completely slain, and the members of the Operations Team had safely withdrawn.
However, on the common channel, the Bartender’s old and distressed voice rang out, "Be careful, that thing is still alive."
The carcasses of the monster insects and the thick black sludge kept wriggling, congregating.
The demoness Selena wanted to scream again. However, after opening her mouth several times, she could no longer make a sound. She had been a bit too wild these past few days, and her condition was awful; the scream she had just uttered had exhausted all her strength.
Melincha sprayed ultra-high-temperature flames from her Mecha, but it had little effect, leaving her at a loss.
All the corpses and black sludge gathered. With a fierce tremble, they swelled into a massive black, mollusk-like Mutant over five meters tall. It was viscous and repulsive, and its damp, crimson, beastly eyes snapped open!
At that moment, from a tall building near the battlefield, a figure leaped down gracefully. He was dressed in a black, tight-fitting leather outfit that highlighted his almost perfect musculature. A silver cape, its edges adorned with golden patterns, draped over his back. He glided in like a great peng with outstretched wings.
Chen Gu heard a member of the Operations Team beside him exclaim in admiration, "Lord Silver Eagle is so cool!"
Chen Gu couldn’t help but curl his lip. The flashier they are, the faster they die!
Silver Eagle glided forward, his silver cape rippling in waves behind him. He approached the gigantic mollusk-like Mutant. Nonchalantly, he spread his arms as if to embrace it. Two visible streams of particles shot out from his palms, striking the Mutant and inflicting strange damage. The Mutant’s entire body began to shake uncontrollably, like a piece of jelly being jiggled.
Suddenly, another figure appeared atop the Mutant’s head and, upon landing, lightly placed a hand on its body.
The Mutant exploded entirely. Foul-smelling slime and black tissue scattered in all directions. The figure, having anticipated this, vanished in a swift flash.
Lord Silver Eagle, however, was too close. Despite hearing the warning to "Get away," he couldn’t react in time. He was drenched from head to toe, an indescribably wretched sight.
Silver Eagle was stunned for a moment, then said with a touch of grievance, "Leader, you should have said something sooner."
Marcus stood to the side, holding something. "That was the safest moment to act; it couldn’t be missed."
Director Mei, his expression dark, flung open his car door and rushed to the battlefield, grinding his teeth. "Dammit! I said I wanted it alive! The Mutants’ activities have increased greatly recently. I need intelligence, intelligence! This is the only Mutant we’ve managed to capture recently! Damn it, Bartender, you’ve ruined everything!"
Marcus raised his hand, cradling a limp, black brain in his palm. It was covered in blood vessels, some of which were still pulsating.
"It’s still alive," Marcus said, offering a sycophantic smile to his superior. "The Mutant’s vitality is strong; this brain can remain viable for at least another ten minutes. Safety first. This way, we preserve the intelligence, and the Mutant can’t harm us."
"Dammit, Marcus, you just wait! I’m going to trash you in the mission report!"
Director Mei dared not delay. He quickly returned to the command vehicle. "Head back to headquarters immediately! Notify headquarters in advance to prepare the highest-level Life Support System! My God, that Life Support System is worth three million five hundred thousand! This operation has massively overrun the budget again! Damn Bartender, I’m not finished with you!"
Following that, the cleanup team entered the scene to erase all traces. They scanned the area with precision instruments, ensuring they didn’t miss even a shred of Mutant flesh, as that could potentially create other Mutants.
The cleanup team surveyed the devastation and wailed in anguish, "Marcus, this was your doing, wasn’t it?"
Marcus’s expression became even more troubled. He pulled Silver Eagle along. "Hey, kid, I’m taking you back. You’ve been in contact with Mutants; you need a thorough examination."
The Special Ops team strode off, giving Chen Gu a wave from a distance.
Chen Gu waved back as they left. The Operations Team had to remain to protect the cleanup crew—according to regulations, the Special Ops team shouldn’t have left either.
The Mutant’s death had been gruesome; black organic matter was scattered everywhere. The cleanup team cursed under their breaths as they meticulously scanned every inch with various advanced instruments, collecting all the Mutant tissue into sealed containers.
It took a full two hours to complete all the work. The entire team was exhausted. They boarded the vehicles under the protection of the Operations Team to return to the precinct.
Chen Gu, rifle in hand, followed the others back. Before departing, he glanced back at the battlefield and couldn’t help but sneer. That’s it?
Chen Gu criticized inwardly. A trap, a battle, and it’s over? Such a plot is too thin and simple. If this script were handed to producers, they’d definitely shake their heads. It’s not good enough.
It was now three in the morning. Everyone had been awake for three straight nights and was exhausted. Once in the vehicles, they leaned against their seats and dozed off.
But Chen Gu suddenly jolted awake. The keen perception he had gained from Milna Katerina, the Nuclear Explosion Nun, had suddenly sensed something... Danger!
This was when everyone was most exhausted, their alertness at its lowest. As living beings, even though they knew they shouldn’t relax at this time, the limitations of their biological functions meant they inevitably succumbed to their current drowsy state.
Chen Gu analyzed. If I were the enemy lurking in the shadows and had further schemes, I’d definitely choose this moment to strike. He had become deeply engrossed in his role recently, gradually adopting the mindset of a "master detective" and "commander."
Chen Gu straightened up, quietly drawing upon the memories of Milna Katerina, the Nuclear Explosion Nun. The Mind Belief skill granted him even sharper intuition.
A strong sense of danger engulfed him like an icy flood! The sensation was like a slimy, cold venomous snake flicking its tongue right behind him in the infinite darkness, baring its sharp fangs.
Chen Gu’s thoughts raced. Something is definitely going to happen! How should I warn everyone?
Speaking out directly is definitely not an option. I’m not a Professional yet, and I wouldn’t be able to explain how I knew a conspiracy was imminent. I can only pretend to stumble upon it...
Chen Gu closed his eyes, focusing on his "mind." Among the Nuclear Explosion Nun’s abilities, the more he focused on his inner self using Mind Belief, the sharper and more accurate his intuition became.
The moment Chen Gu immersed himself in his mind, his perceptual range indeed expanded—but along with it, a young girl’s obsession and attachment to "atoms" surfaced!
An uncontrollable, girlish whim suddenly surged in his heart: a yearning to "devote herself" to the object of her faith!
Caught off guard, Chen Gu emitted a flirtatious, intoxicated whimper from his nostrils!