novelhk Chapter 42 Murderous Intent
Chapter 42 Murderous Intent
Beside the off-road vehicle stall, everyone fell silent for a moment. Heads rolled around on the road, and the person who should have been the corpse stood in front of the headless body.
Like a demon from a fiery hell.
The blade on my wrist, I don't know whose blood it is.
tick, tick...
fall to the ground.
"Bastard! Die!!!" Reed's roar brought everyone back to their senses.
Rifle bullets rained down on the other side of the road.
Xu Yang's eyes turned cold.
With an agility attribute of up to five points, coupled with the speed of nerve reaction, the trajectory of bullets in the field of vision is faintly visible, like countless swift venomous snakes.
Avoid it.
His figure swayed like a twisted shadow, heading towards the indistinct black line. Under the control of his muscles, he subtly altered his movements, sacrificing less important parts of his body to save only his heart and head.
Bang bang bang!
The bullets pierced through the charred bulletproof vest and its cushioning lining; they had reached their end in the flames.
Hollow bullet holes were left in the shoulders, waist, and legs.
Xu Yang's expression remained unchanged.
regeneration!
When the special ability is pushed to its limit, along with the depletion of physical strength, the air vibrating between the bullet holes is almost entangled with the bullets that pierced through the body, and flesh and bones reconnect.
The distance suddenly closed.
15 meters!
The moment the gunshots died down, the bayonet pointed forward, its cold gleam trembling.
12 meters!
Reed abruptly threw down his rifle, his eyes filled with malice, and quickly grabbed the rocket launcher on the ground.
9 meters!
A fierce glint flashed in Xu Yang's eyes as the rocket was being driven into the gun barrel.
5 meters!
His leg muscles were stretched to their limit, death seemed imminent, but—
in time!
Bang!
A gunshot rang out from the side.
Out of the corner of his eye, he was shot by a cold gun among the survivors who were watching.
Xu Yang's pupils suddenly contracted.
The bullet pierced the muscles of the side waist, causing a slight jolt as the muscle fibers burst open.
however--
The crouching figure suddenly looked up, with a gaze as if looking at a dead person.
The cannon muzzle was on the shoulder.
Move it slightly.
3 m.
The air was filled with an almost pungent, acrid smell of blood, sweet yet suffocating.
bang——
The dark green shells pushed aside the blast wave.
Xu Yang's body leaped forward rapidly, his calves and thighs pushing forward simultaneously, unable to stop his pace. He only had time to raise his hands to his chest.
The blades crossed.
0.1 seconds.
Bang! ! !
The flames suddenly exploded, kicking up a cloud of light gray smoke, and the outline of the golden flower at the center peeled away.
The heat of death permeated the air, brushing against the faces of those around, sending chills down their spines...
……
"Dead?"
Someone swallowed hard.
After the smoke and dust cleared, only a charred pit remained on the ground.
"Cough cough..."
Reed scrambled to his feet, the rocket having nearly shattered his body. Blood trickled from between his teeth as he forced a bitter laugh.
"He's dead."
……
Meanwhile, high in the sky, beyond the reach of the crowd, a streamlined airship was quietly hovering.
The airship's interior was decorated in an antique style, with a man and two women sitting facing each other.
A man in a silver fitted uniform and a woman with a scar near her eye are looking at a holographic image that is showing a scene on the ground.
"Minister Huang, it's quite lively outside your gathering point number nine. We didn't find the node, but we did get to watch a good show."
Beside the man, Huang Xi glanced at the video and said indifferently, "It seems that the survivors had some conflicts before."
She stood up. "I'll go downstairs and take a look."
"No, wait a minute," the man said with a smile, stopping her. "Since it's a matter for the survivors, let them handle it. We can go down and ask them after this is over."
Beside the man, another girl dressed in the same clothes frowned slightly: "How can we be sure they're telling the truth?"
The man's lips curled into a smile: "He won, so of course he's telling the truth."
"The show isn't over yet, let's keep watching."
As he spoke, he glanced at a corner of the video...
One side of the road, in a corner.
A damp ground covered with soil and sand.
His blood-red body knelt on the ground, a patch of white Achilles tendon sewn into the flesh.
With weak breathing, he tried to get up with difficulty.
A swaying red.
Finally, someone noticed this scene.
A trembling human voice came from beside the SUV:
"He... isn't dead yet!?"
On the ground, Xu Yang swayed as he stood up, a sudden wave of overwhelming fatigue washing over him, making it almost impossible for him to lift his eyes.
The regeneration feature consumes a lot of physical strength.
Seconds earlier, the instant the rocket struck the blade, countless possibilities flashed through his mind; after filtering through them all, only a sliver of hope remained—
To sacrifice oneself.
The essence of the collision is displacement; avoid the center of the explosion!
With that thought, a strange force twisted the muscles in his legs into a knot, almost defying all common sense of physics, and sent him flying backward.
But the force of the explosion also swept across the entire front of the body.
Silence returned.
At this moment, the white sternum was exposed to the air, a dark red heart pounded between the gaps, and the entire face was almost half shattered.
He is still alive.
The gasps of life lingered between his mouth and nose, a sweet taste that could be either blood or death.
A painful lesson.
Xu Yang understood a principle: before the enemy dies, one should go all out regardless of the cost. The so-called "just right" shot only requires a subtle shot to almost kill the enemy on the spot.
If he had chosen to sacrifice himself to kill Reed earlier, he wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state.
Fortunately, he still has a chance.
The regenerative function was running non-stop, but his strength was gradually waning. He was so tired that he almost wanted to fall asleep, and his blurry vision swept towards the front of the off-road vehicle.
The survivors were all staring at him, some of them shouting in fury, "Keep shooting!"
Xu Yang smiled inwardly.
A group of survivors were holding heads in their hands, the heads of infected that he and Newt had cut off, their eyes overflowing with ugly hatred.
so good.
"die!!!"
Finally, Reed gritted his teeth and raised his rifle first, aiming the muzzle at the swaying figure.
Bang!
The instant the gunshot rang out.
At the same moment, the mangled body, trailing a trail of blood, crashed violently toward Reed.
Bang! ! !
A sound even deeper and more viscous than gunshots rang out as two bodies exploded almost simultaneously, denting the trunk of the car and sending it staggering back several meters.
Blood mist drifted in the air, and then silence fell.
Red "pigment" filled the black space.
Suddenly, an arm moved.
"Cough cough..."
Xu Yang could barely lift his eyelids. His fingers seemed to touch something. He opened his eyes and saw that he was holding that thing in his hand.
Lift high——
A head that has lost half of its flesh and blood, with the bones at the neck broken off.
Did we win?
He tried to prop himself up, but his arms suddenly gave way, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.
The almost suffocating pain lasted only a moment, but the brain had already lost the ability to process it.
Now, he only feels a cold numbness.
It doesn't hurt or itch, it's just cold.
Exhausted and with his regenerative abilities almost completely halted, Xu Yang found himself in a near-death situation.
His gaze swept across the road, and Newt lay on the ground, his black body seemingly rotting.
In a daze, two hazy gazes met.
No one can save anyone else...
Snap, snap, snap, snap.
In the silence, a burst of playful applause broke out.
Accompanied by disordered footsteps.
The survivors gradually approached Xu Yang, their eyes gleaming with an unusual light. Among them, a man in a red shirt stepped forward and exclaimed in admiration:
"Wow, kid, you managed to take down the opponent after withstanding two rockets."
"If you hadn't gotten injured in the first place, tsk tsk."
He clicked his tongue, paused, looked around, and suddenly changed the subject: "I just came from the transport truck. Including those being held, there were twenty-three heads in total."
I don't know who I'm talking to.
……
Some people in the crowd were talking in hushed tones.
Xu Yang looked at the man in red, who was carrying an axe and had an ordinary-looking face close to his face.
He said with some regret, "Unfortunately, we don't know which community your friend is from, and I suppose you won't tell us either, so I won't ask."
"only--"
A ruthless glint flashed in the man's eyes, and he shouted sharply:
"You can't even handle 46,000 contribution points!"
An axe swung down fiercely!
Clang!
A white blade leaped from his wrist, blocking the slash in an instant.
"Cough, cough..."
Under the impact, Xu Yang coughed up another mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with uncertainty.
The spiked gauntlets were pressed against his chest cavity, the red flesh squeezed together, making strange cracking sounds from below, and his bones were almost broken.
I can't breathe...
A flicker of contempt flashed in the red-clad man's eyes, and he couldn't help but smirk: "Don't struggle, kid!"
Bang.
Another bullet struck Xu Yang in the shoulder. In the crowd, the survivor who had previously fired the sniper shot struck again.
A cold voice came: "As long as we kill this guy, the stuff is ours."
Impatiently, someone grinned, "Just an accomplice of the fugitive, he's not worth dying for!"
"Well said!"
The atmosphere among the crowd became lively, with unrelated survivors on one side and the unresolved 46,000 cases on the other.
Everyone made the same choice; some shouted in agreement, while others pulled out weapons.
A variety of unusual gazes fell upon the figure struggling to hold on.
It was like a vulture staring at a corpse.
feast!
Xu Yang remained silent, his eyes lowered, almost like a dead man.
Like a dead person that everyone is looking forward to.
Have we reached the finish line?
In a daze, a tired voice appeared in his ear.
Xu Yang's eyes were filled with the excited crowd, his hazy gaze revealing a coldness, as if he were looking at a pile of dead people.
Yes, no one could save him.
Apart from……
Yourself.
In the final moment before darkness descended, a voice within consciousness rang out:
"Guide, add some points."
……
In an instant—
It felt as if a string had snapped beside my ear; in my heavy breathing and pounding heartbeat, a vision beyond the senses rose.
Within the black void, vibrant sequences deep within the genes are revealed, breaking apart bit by bit, forming a more "elegant" structure.
A sense of understanding gradually dawned on me.
It turns out that each time points are added, it is essentially a micro-evolution of genes.
When translated into cold, hard numbers, it becomes the most direct—
Strength +1
The free attribute points awarded from the mutation missions have, at this moment, had the effect of bringing the dead back to life.
The situation is the same as after each point is added.
The mind instantly cleared, and the body, exhausted, was like a withered tree sprouting new life, nourished by a new stream of water, nourishing the entire desert.
The previously dormant regenerative properties—
Start operating!
In an instant, the flesh and membranes of the blood-red humanoid body surged in waves, and the muscles, bones, and skin healed together.
Xu Yang suddenly opened his eyes.
The axe blade that was pressing down hard on his chest, with its uncontrollable force, now seemed as ridiculous as a child's toy.
Clang——
Sparks flew from the blade, and an irresistible force was applied outward from the axe blade. The man in red fell backward, his face suddenly filled with terror.
"How can this be—"
*Crack!*
The blade on his wrist pierced through his neck.
"Heh...heh..."
The man stood there, vomiting blood.
However, the blade only lingered for a moment before slicing across the face of the horrified onlookers. A hand gently pressed down on the red-clad man's head and snapped the half-broken bone with a crack.
The man's head was gently removed, dripping blood, like an ugly fruit, as the fingers loosened—
thump.
It fell to the ground.
"grass!"
"monster!!!"
Screams erupted from the crowd, and a hysterical survivor pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang...!
Xu Yang shifted his body to the side, blocking the headless corpse of the man in red. Bullets were deflected in front of him, and his eyes were cold with a hint of self-mockery.
This morning I was thinking about whether these increasingly cruel changes would extend to humans.
Now it seems that it really is true—
A prophecy!
Xu Yang suddenly ripped open the corpses and rushed out, his blood-stained blade reaping lives without hesitation, leaving only a barely perceptible warmth as each life vanished beneath the metal blade.
The heat of blood.
Several corpses lay dead on the ground, their heads separated from their bodies, and the curses and roars that had been raging finally fell silent.
Dead silence.
The remaining survivors realized a fact: without a powerful weapon, they could not defeat the seemingly seriously wounded enemy before them.
Under the shadow of death, an emotional breakdown quietly ensued, and cries for mercy finally broke out. Someone cried out, "I was wrong, I was really wrong, please let me go."
"No, I'll give it all back to you, but I don't want the reward anymore! I don't want it!"
Several infected heads were thrown on the ground.
"Spare my life!"
A fat man in black looked at Xu Yang as he approached, his gun trembling.
"Don't come any closer!!!"
bang bang bang-
Click.
With a casual gesture, Xu Yang severed the fat man's head and strode resolutely toward the crowd, showing no hesitation in the face of their pleas for mercy.
When they were killing people, they huddled together, all thinking about profiting from the blood. Now that people are dead, they start to regret it and want to get away with it.
Why didn't you do this sooner!
Xu Yang strode closer, and wherever he passed, blood splattered everywhere.
Like some kind of malicious flower, blooming petal by petal...
*Crack*
The blade was inserted into the enemy's mouth, and after being twisted, red and white substances mingled together. It was then withdrawn from the blade, and a spurt of blood gushed out.
The last body lay on the ground.
Xu Yang exhaled, shook the blood off his wrist, and looked in another direction.
Newt's body is festering.
He ran quickly to the transport vehicle, braced himself against the scorching hot frame, and climbed into his previous seat.
zizi...
The metal scalded his flesh. He gritted his teeth and pulled a backpack from beside his seat. Perhaps because his body had withstood the main firepower, the backpack was still intact.
However, the items inside...
Xu Yang took out the last two bottles of Thorn Blood, the glass bottles still hot to the touch.
God knows if the medicine will still work, but there's no other way; we'll try anything.
He rushed to Newt's side, pointing the bottle at the latter's mouth.
Bang!
A sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Xu Yang suddenly turned his head—
A tall, curvaceous, and aloof woman in a black, fitted trench coat fluttered in the wind as she stood on the road.
Fall from the sky.