It's time to improve the strength of the infinite world

Chapter 104 Fate
"Incredible..."

“It’s really incredible…”

"Under what circumstances could such a peculiar structure be formed..."

The researchers in chemical protective suits gathered together, their tone full of excitement and surprise, as if they were discussing a mysterious topic beyond human cognition.

The corpse on the dissecting table in the middle was clearly identifiable, and it looked like it was still wearing an American military uniform. However, listening to their heated discussions, they sounded so serious, as if they had gone beyond the boundaries of human anatomy and were more like studying some kind of alien life or legendary alien species.

"..."

"..."

The middle-aged researcher's face was pale. He silently mingled among them, not daring to raise any voice of dissent.

I was afraid that if I showed even a little bit of my incompatibility, I would be in some danger.

He keenly noticed that although his colleagues’ dissection skills were still proficient, just like in the previous human experiments that could not be made public -

When treating the body of the American soldier, it was no different from the way they had treated the homeless and illegal immigrants in the past. Whether they were dead or alive, the same human dissection experience and techniques were used.

But this is clearly what is being done, yet what they are discussing is something completely different.

——I am doing human dissection and using human dissection techniques, but I naturally feel that what I am dissecting is not a human, but another species...

——However, no matter how you look at it, the body lying on the dissection table is still an American soldier who died in the turmoil not long ago...

The middle-aged researcher even knew the guy on the dissection table for about an hour or two, although they only talked for a few words when he went to get coffee in the busy late night.

It was precisely because of this level of acquaintance that he could intuitively sense the absurdity of the scene before his eyes.

There is a slight morbid feeling in the madness.

Listening to the discussions around you, you can understand that these are not jokes from hell or racist remarks, but their true inner thoughts.

These people really believed that they were studying a creature that had never been seen before, and they were filled with great enthusiasm.

Unable to bear such a contrast and shock, the middle-aged researcher found an excuse and quietly retreated. He changed back into his original clothes and walked out of the tent.

He gritted his teeth with difficulty, looked around with a chill all over his body, and shivered when the cold wind in the early morning blew.

Those bird-beak masks were gone, as if they had quietly vanished at some point after daybreak. Along with them, the young man with black hair and black eyes also disappeared, but even though he disappeared, the influence he brought did not disappear.

Major Jackson is ordering the remaining soldiers to redeploy...

The researchers who rushed back were obsessed with studying the American soldiers...

——No one noticed anything was wrong.

It even seemed that even the General Intelligence Agency was unaware of what had happened, as if the satellites in the sky were unable to monitor anything... The middle-aged researcher couldn't help but wonder if he would only see false images of the camp if he checked the satellite images at this time.

so.

Is this the reason why those things have not been detected for all these years?

Now it seems that it is not that they cannot detect it, but that they cannot find it even if they do... Thinking about the abnormal state of Major Jackson and others, the middle-aged researcher couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

——Do you want to report it?
——No, this definitely doesn’t make any sense.

After all, everyone is in this situation. He doesn't think he can bypass that person's restrictions and can do anything... and he doesn't dare to do it.

After all, as a middle-aged man he no longer has any ambitions, nor does he have any fanatical patriotism or loyalty to America. He just wants to survive and has no intention of sacrificing himself for justice.

As a smart man, the middle-aged researcher knew very well that he was not an exception and was only let off because of his intelligence.

Looking at the strange atmosphere in the camp, recalling the scenes not long ago——

No one noticed the missing person...

No one paid attention to the extra people...

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. Who cares? As long as he can survive, it's fine! Even if the truth is exposed later, he can pretend that he has become like everyone else, controlled by some evil witchcraft!

woohoo-

In the distance, the sound of propellers could be heard, blowing the wind violently.

An armed helicopter also landed on the tarmac. People in the cabin were shouting, and several strong soldiers were carrying a rectangular metal box and walking towards the helicopter.

Several people struggled to carry the heavy metal box into the cabin.

Not long after.

The helicopter took off, quickly gained altitude, and flew off into the distance. Soon it turned into a small black dot at the end of the sky, until it completely disappeared. The middle-aged researcher withdrew his gaze, for he knew what it was.

Compared to the objects that those obsessed colleagues were studying, the heavy metal box actually contained an extraordinary thing...it was a bird-beak mask.

He saw with his own eyes that young man commanded such a thing to lie in the metal box, and in a matter-of-fact tone, "persuaded" Major Jackson to transport the thing back as a trophy.

It will be transported to the nearest military base.

Perhaps after that, they will be sent directly to the other side of the ocean.

The middle-aged researcher didn't know what the plan was, nor did he know what purpose the strange existence wanted to achieve through this, but he always felt that it would not be a good thing.

Of course, these had nothing to do with him anymore, he could only pretend he didn't know.

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the other side.

After breakfast, Xia Zhi leisurely took the middle school master out.

Looking back on the usage of the treasure, he felt that it was quite convenient, although the number of Killing Hunters was currently limited, only a few hundred; and their individual strength was limited, probably only much stronger than an adult.

But it will only carry out the will of the one who releases it, will not be afraid, and will not retreat, which is a very good advantage.

Moreover, they are not real creatures and have no flesh and blood, so it is difficult for them to be destroyed by ordinary people's attacks.

In addition, as long as the Noble Phantasm remains deployed, the Killing Hunters will continue to be replenished. Although there is an overall upper limit and there is no way to exceed this number, the parts that are destroyed will be replenished quickly.

To some extent, this can also be seen as a strong regenerative ability, as if it can be resurrected infinitely...

That’s basically it, and it seems like it’s enough to make a cameo appearance in the Friday the 13th series - of course, it’s just a cameo, and it’s best to limit it to the early stages for now.

After all, since he first appeared in 1980, he has been tirelessly engaged in the dead-end job of killing. Jason, the boy who has killed hundreds of people and starred in twelve horror films in a row, has evolved abilities such as possession, teleportation, electrical manipulation, hacking, and so on.

The quality of individual soldiers is still higher and more comprehensive, which is where the killing hunters in the balanced mode cannot compare for the time being.

And according to the test results, once the number of differentiated individuals reaches or exceeds 500, their strength will begin to become significantly weaker than that of ordinary people.

If the number of differentiations can be strictly controlled and limited to within thirty people, then the ability value can be close to that of low-level servants.

What he needs to do now is to find a reasonable way of distribution. It would be best to gather a few so-called leader-level killing hunters with higher-intensity combat power, while trying not to let the number of ordinary killing hunters decline too seriously.

"Good morning, Mr. Fu..."

Walking downstairs to the apartment building, Xia Zhi greeted Fu Yongta with a smile.

"Good morning..."

Fu Yongtai was still a little embarrassed. He also greeted him, and then asked uneasily: "Mr. Xia Zhi, did...something happen last night?"

"You heard it too? It seems you were not asleep at that time?" The young man looked at him, his eyes lingering on the slightly visible dark circles under his eyes, and then nodded and said, "Something happened, but it was far away and not aimed at us..."

In fact, he was targeting others.

It is said that the one who comes has bad intentions, but he is the one who comes.

"is that so……"

Hearing such a confident statement from an authoritative person, Fu Yongtai finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I feel relieved."

He said, what qualifications does an insignificant little Karami like him have?

It is definitely impossible for those things to target me, come specifically for me, and start a war for me.

"By the way, Mr. Fu, have you tried the effect of that contract?"

Xia Zhi smiled slightly and said meaningfully: "The power brought by the transformation is actually quite considerable. If you feel it is necessary, you might as well try to use it at a critical moment... Anyway, this is indeed a good card."

"How, how could..."

Fu Yongtai smiled subconsciously, but it was a forced smile, and his tone of denial was not firm enough.

At the same time, he couldn't help but exert a little force with the hand holding the schoolbag. The dazzling soul gem was placed in the schoolbag. Although he was indeed very conflicted, he couldn't help but take it with him before going out today.

Is this a very dangerous signal?
Could it be that my subconscious mind is shaken?
The boy couldn't help but let out a cry of despair in his heart. He always felt that sooner or later he would walk onto that dangerous road. He had a subtle premonition, as if he was facing his own destined fate.

(End of this chapter)