Chapter 480: Chapter 255 Startling Discovery
The deputy team leaderâs desperate eyes lifted, and he saw his fingertips touching the opponentâs cold metal War Armor.
His body heat was quickly conducted away, the unseasonal cold spreading from his fingertips to his heart.
Then, his gaze moved upward, and he saw the terrifying mask, like that of the Death God, with one blood-colored eyepiece flickering with a red glow while the other eye stared expressionlessly at him.
âDo you want to⊠take it?â
A raspy voice sounded, and this extremely cruel and ruthless man spread open his palm, within which lay a large-caliber silver pistol.
The deputy team leader desperately wanted to snatch the gun, but just looking into this manâs eyes, it was already a miracle that his mental defenses hadnât collapsed.
He shook his head tremblingly, his body beginning to retreat subconsciously.
Suddenly, his retreating steps unknowingly stepped on something, his foot twisted, and he fell backward, fortunately supporting himself with his hands on the ground.
ButâŠ
Why was the palm of his hand warmâŠ
And somewhat sticky?
He squeezed it, and it was somewhat soft.
The deputy team leaderâs mind was in chaos, and only then did he seem to realize something, tremblingly lowering his head to look and glancing backward.
Just one look, and his abdomen immediately started twitching, the deputy team leader violently twisted his head back and then vomited.
âAh!!! Donât kill me, donât kill me, I beg you not to kill me, I have a wife and children at home, I donât want to die.â
The deputy team leader, who seemed quite tall and imposing, had completely broken down mentally now, with snot and tears mixing together, his legs too weak to stand; he no longer retreated but desperately crawled forward.
What had tripped him was a legâŠ
He didnât know whose leg it was because it was a severed leg, the thick and warm sensation on the ground was blood.
That one glance he had only looked backward half a meter, and then he couldnât continue watching.
As a deputy team leader of the Gaoling Familyâs elite squad, he had taken a few lives with his own hands, but he had never seen a murder scene like a slaughterhouseâŠ
His former comrades had been dismembered into pieces, all within just a few seconds before.
Now he only knew his intense desire to survive was urging him to live on.
âI donât want to die; I canât die, please let me go.â
The people facing death have the most dignity and the least dignity.
How one faces death truly tests a personâs real courage.
For nearly over 99% of people, maintaining composure in the face of such a human slaughterhouse scenario is virtually impossible.
The deputy team leaderâs survival instinct was infinitely magnified at this moment.
He didnât know how he had crawled over, his blood-covered hand desperately clutching the opponentâs leg covered in metal Armor.
A cold hand pressed on his head and then forcibly straightened his head.
Indifferent eyes met those fearful eyes.
âCan we now⊠converse pleasantly?â
This man seldom spoke, but every time he did, his voice, like rust scraping, combined with an extremely slow tone, created an immensely oppressive atmosphere of terror.
The deputy team leader shakily nodded, âWhatever you say, whatever you say, I agree, please let me go.â
His left hand released from the deputy team leaderâs head, then slowly covered his right palm, the large-caliber silver pistol nestled in it.
Without any visible force, merely a gentle rub, and then the deputy team leader saw his beloved service gun crushed into a lump of scrap metal.
Then, thrown away like trash, it was tossed to the ground.
Finally, this man spoke softly, âGo to the material⊠laboratory; if you canât go⊠you die.â
The word âdieâ was as simple as breathing coming from his mouth.
The deputy team leader, who dared not lower his head, shudderingly nodded, terrified that speaking too slowly would leave him dismembered like those behind him.
âI can go, I can go! The key is in this room; Iâll get it for you, donât kill me.â
Seeing that the man had no intention of attacking, the deputy team leader scrambled to his feet and ran to the safe in the corner, trembling as he opened it and took out a black card.
âThis is it, the access pass to the workshop.â
He dared not say he couldnât enter the laboratory inside; all he wanted was to live.
âLead the way.â
His tone was noncommittal as he watched the deputy captain, retracting the claw blades on his fists with a âshingâ.
But when the deputy captain turned around, he finally saw the bloody scene in the room.
He gagged~
Leaning on the table, he vomited a large pool and eventually stumbled out of the Security Room.
Now, he could only hope that his brothers outside would see the Demon behind him and blow his head off with a single shot.
However, reality dealt him another heavy blow.
When he walked out of the room, his gaze subconsciously aimed at a few obscure points.
But now, inside the factory area, there was only the lonely sound of insects and the footsteps of the two of them.
No one was around!
A few steps later, a faint scent of blood drifted through the air to his nostrils.
Sniffing, the deputy captain followed the scent to its source.
Then, he finally saw the hellish scene around the cornerâŠ
There were a few pieces of chopped-up firearms and then the bodies of six hulky men, all sliced in half.
Thick blood had dyed the soil beneath these bodies a deep red; under the starlight, some of the yet to solidify blood reflected a profound red.
His stomach turned again, and the deputy captain forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart, pushing himself to keep going, even if the chances of survival were one in ten thousand, he would fight for it.
Like a walking corpse, he stepped over the bodies and blood of his comrades, heading straight to the smelting workshop nearby, followed by a terrifying man who walked at an unhurried pace.
Their reflections under the lights stretched longer and longer.
âŠ
Ten minutes before.
Mu Fan was walking along the corridor of the laboratory, curiously observing the items displayed inside the showcases.
âBlack, isnât it necessary for a factory to have generations of technological accumulation?â
âIt is necessary.â
âSo, do you think itâs necessary to steal their technology?â Mu Fanâs gaze moved across the series of glass.
âNo, I have no interest in their technology. What you see in these glass showcases, are partly rare ores, which we can analyze with equipment.â
âAnd the other part is probably some products obtained from other factories they want to try and analyze. Just take a look. The role of these glass showcases as shelves is much more significant than their role as analyzers.â
After saying this in quick succession, Black looked down on these methods of the Chad Factory, although he was currently controlling the factoryâs instruments.
Oh, forgot to add, this factoryâs equipment is far more awesome than their technology.
Hearing Blackâs dismissive words, Mu Fan stopped asking and continued browsing.
This seems to be a shoulder Armor, relatively intact.
This seems to be a component of an assault rifle.
Um, thisâŠ
Wait!
What is this?!
Mu Fanâs eyes bulged.
In front of him, a Armor module lay quietly in the glass showcase, with a diameter of about 70 centimeters.
The Armor module was intact and undamaged, but it bore signs of combat, though only minor scratches, with absolutely no dents or deformations.
Mu Fan hadnât paid much attention to this Armor module at first, merely furrowing his brow because a very familiar feeling had surfaced in his heart.
But when he stepped forward swiftly, he finally noticed a line of tiny characters in the lower left corner of the Armor!
And it was this line of characters that made Mu Fanâs breath quicken!
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