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Chapter 504 Ghostly Abilities
Ma Zhaodi's words drew the attention of the three to a corner of the room, where a small space seemed to have been specially set aside to form a separate room.

Through the heavy iron gate of the room, the three could clearly see the general situation inside—in a space of about fifteen square meters, there was a table, a bed, a television, and a chandelier, all crammed together, making the room seem rather small and cramped.

Under the table, a disheveled woman was huddled with her knees drawn up, her eyes glued to the television program.

"There was wine piled on the table, along with a lot of empty cans, but no other personal belongings were visible; the iron gate was very thick and heavy, much more protective than ordinary iron gates, and it was custom-made; the television was showing a Japanese TV program, and the woman looked quite dirty."

Ma Zhaodi arrived at the door at this moment and patted Franky on the shoulder: "Put the lock pick away for now. The other party is a superhuman who has been imprisoned for a long time, and his mind is very abnormal now—a normal person would ask for help or threaten us the moment we appear."

"But I still think we should rescue her."

"I have no objection. We'll start the rescue after we find compound number five."

"but"

Franky looked at the iron gate, wanting to say something more, but then the sharp eyes of the breast milk and the butcher swept over him.

"Stop messing around, Franky. If that superhuman inside goes crazy, we're all going to die."

"If you ask me, we shouldn't have saved her—Old Ma, you didn't save anyone in the middle of the sage bushes, why are you thinking of saving someone this time?"

"Wrong. We also need to save the people in the Sage Forest, but we can't afford the cleanup work after the rescue, so we're putting it on hold for now—but there's only one crazy superhuman here, and we can manage him for now."

"She might be Japanese."

"That made me hesitate for a moment. But in her current state, it's hard to even call her a person. Let's check her ideological background after we've rescued her."

"You're really going to investigate?"

"Otherwise what? If she has mental problems, I wouldn't mind finding her an auspicious burial site and burying her there, so she won't harm anyone."

During the conversation, the entire room was searched, but there was still no sign of Compound No. 5.

The butcher asked, "Old Ma, why isn't your nose working properly anymore?"

"The room is filled with the smell of compound five, and the smell is strongest in the woman's room, so she probably injects it regularly."

Ma Zhaodi shrugged: "It looks like we might have to go out and loot some compounds from those Filipino gunmen."

"Aren't they Chinese?"

"No, the people in Chinatown are a very diverse group. Those people weren't speaking Chinese, but Korean or Japanese. To me, they sounded like they were from the Philippines."

"Regardless of where they're from, I absolutely dislike this crazy idea of ​​a direct assault."

"Pistols against rifles? Well, if we shoot accurately enough, we can probably take out a few with a sneak attack, but other gunmen will soon hear the noise and come to the basement to help."

"No gun needed."

Ma Zhaodi waved his hand: "Wait here for a moment, I'll be right back."

After saying this, he turned and went out, disappearing into the darkness. The three listened intently, but could not hear his footsteps.

Where did he go?

"do not know."

The light bulb outside the door emitted a dim glow, and none of them could see what was happening outside. It seemed to be completely silent, with only the static and program sound from the old television in the room.

"What exactly did you go to do?"

Franky kept glancing back at the iron gate. His sixth sense told him he should open it and save the girl—and his sixth sense had always been quite accurate. But he dared not move now, because the lesson from last time was still fresh in his mind, and Ma Zhaodi had already told him that this woman was dangerous.

Time ticked by, but there was still no sound outside. Although it was only less than two minutes, it seemed to stretch on endlessly. The three of them grew increasingly uneasy in the oppressive and quiet environment, and the unpleasant and grating static from the old television was also irritating.

Just then, the breast milk suddenly spoke: "Huh? Why are those people outside so quiet?"

These words sent chills down the spines of the Butcher and Franky. They realized that when they entered the room, they could still faintly hear the sounds of several people eating noodles and talking outside, but at some point, all the sounds seemed to have disappeared.

"Gudu."

Franky's swallowing sounded so loud at that moment. The group exchanged glances, gripped their guns tightly, their hearts began to race, and sweat beaded on their foreheads.

"How about we go out and take a look?"

"Okay, be careful."

Step, step.
The faint sound of footsteps slowly extended into the darkness. Several people left through the door and, a moment later, moved to the center of the hall. The sight that greeted them sent a chill down their spines.

The three people who were just eating noodles and chatting are now sitting quietly in their chairs, eyes closed, sitting upright and motionless. Three bowls of noodles are placed in front of them, and the scene suddenly has an indescribable eeriness.

"This is fucking weird!"

Breast milk rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and followed the others to other corners of the room.

"Holy crap, there's one here too."

"There's one here too."

One after another, gunmen were discovered lying on the ground. As their search expanded to the entire basement, the chill in their hearts grew stronger. The gunmen's chests were still rising and falling, but they lay motionless on the ground, as obedient as corpses.

In the entire basement, seventeen armed thugs wielding rifles were silently turned into breathing corpses, and the Butcher and his men hadn't heard a thing.

They could almost imagine the despair, the terror of discovering their teammates had suddenly vanished in the dark.

"What the hell did Ma Zhaodi do?"

"Is that guy a superhuman? Or one of those Eastern dark wizards? I've heard some stories about Chinese wizards before, and I couldn't sleep well that night."

"You're kidding me."

dong dong——

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from the darkness, and a body rolled down at the feet of the group. Ma Zhaodi then stepped out.

“They were just sleeping for a while, they’re not dead—I found eight vials of Compound V, still in their packaging, we can go rescue that woman.”

"You took care of these gunmen all by yourself?"

"We don't accept apprentices, thank you."

Ma Zhaodi led the group of people, each with a different expression, into the room, casually taking out the small bag containing the compound: "This package has a name on it, 'Samaritan's Embrace.' Has any of you heard of this name before?"

"Have not heard."

"Have not heard."

"Have not heard."

(End of this chapter)