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Chapter 99 Large-scale Mysterious Shopping Mall (3)

"What are you writing!" An Jing elbowed You Long in the ribs, causing You Long to hiss in pain.

She retorted to the captain without hesitation, "We haven't even gone in yet, how unlucky! You're the captain, how can you lead the way in lowering morale like this?"

Youlong groaned, clutching his ribs and taking a half-step back, looking somewhat embarrassed: "An Jing! I haven't even gone in yet and you're already trying to break my ribs."

This girl has a really strong grip.

"Serves you right!" An Jing put her hands on her hips, her ponytail swinging with her vigorous movements, her voice crisp yet carrying an undeniable force.

"Cheer up, everyone! With me here as your 'power bank,' you're all guaranteed to survive!" Her sharp gaze swept over the agents around her, whose faces were grave and whose atmosphere was tense.

"Is everything checked? If you're ready, go in! Don't dawdle!"

You Xin looked up at this moment, forcing a smile: "Did you hear that? The power bank has spoken, and it's very reliable."

Yunji silently stuffed the half-written paper back into the pocket of his tactical vest.

Youlong looked at his battle-hardened subordinates, who were still visibly nervous, and finally his gaze fell on An Jing.

This college student, a temporary recruit and unofficial agent, still had a hint of youthful naiveté on his face, yet he was now the only one who could still muster the fighting spirit to try and illuminate this oppressive gloom.

A wave of intense shame lashed at his heart like a whip. He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and the composure of a captain returned to his voice:
"Attention, everyone!" Youlong's voice was clear and powerful, silencing all other noise. "According to the established plan, target the west gate of the shopping mall. Magnetic field monitoring shows that the concentration in this area is the lowest, assessed as a Level C threat."

The strongest new superpowered defender will lead the charge. I'll cover the rear. Maintain formation, three meters apart, high alert, and report any abnormalities immediately!

The ten-man tactical squad moved swiftly and quietly, passing through in a column.

A strong, nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell instantly enveloped everyone; it was the unique, deep-seated stench of death emanating from congealed and putrefied blood.

An Jing's pupils suddenly contracted, and he involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

Blood. Blood was everywhere.

Dark red and viscous, it was splashed on the smooth tiled floor, splattered on the white walls and ceiling, and gathered in the recesses to form unsettling little pools.

Mutilated corpses, like carelessly discarded garbage, were scattered in every corner of the field of vision.

Lying in the middle of the escalator, huddled in the boutique window, scattered by the flower bed in the atrium, the severed limbs and remains are indistinguishable as to whose they belong.

A lone hand landed less than half a meter from An Jing's feet, a small diamond ring on its ring finger reflecting a faint and eerie light in the dim light.

"How many people died, according to the report?" Yunji's voice was a little tense as he forced himself to look away from a disemboweled corpse.

"At least 70%." Youlong's voice was low, carrying a heavy sense of confirmation.

An Jing bit her tongue hard, the sharp pain suppressing the churning in her stomach.

The stark contrast between the cold, hard numbers and the shock of this hellish scene before my eyes is like night and day.

The numbers on the paper are just symbols, but here, each number was once a vibrant life, now only a silent tragedy and a glaring crimson remain.

She forced herself to lift her foot, the sole of her boot sinking into the pool of sticky blood with a chilling thud. "One o'clock, in front of the milk tea shop!" You Xin, who was leading the way, suddenly lowered her voice and quickly made a gesture to "stop and be quiet."

Her body, covered in a faint brownish-brown aura of supernatural power, leaned slightly forward, like a boulder blocking the front of the group.

Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on the past.

About twenty meters away from them, in front of a milk tea shop with a shattered signboard, a strange, thick, messy, hair-like mass of hair wriggled and stood out.

The clump of hair seemed to be slowly contracting and expanding, vaguely outlining a curled-up human figure.

An Jing stared intently, and at the center of the black hair that was wrapped around it, a girl's face was revealed, her skin a lifeless grayish-white.

“Mysterious. It’s feeding.” Youlong’s voice was extremely low, almost a whisper.

As the distance closed, even more horrifying details became clear: the clump of hair was tightly wrapped around a victim, a girl who looked very young.

The girl's legs had disappeared below the knees, and the fracture site had a strange appearance, as if it had been instantly melted and sealed by high temperature. There was no blood flowing out, only charred wounds.

But the girl was still alive. Her eyes were wide open, almost bursting, her mouth opened and closed silently, and her body trembled violently from extreme pain, but she could not make a sound. She could only watch helplessly as those hair tips, like fine straws, slowly and bit by bit, pierced into her still intact skin, carrying out a horrifying act of erosion.

"Save her! Quickly!" A new shout broke the oppressive silence, carrying an undeniable urgency.

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Youlong made his move.

He swung his right arm forward with a clean and swift motion, and a ball of bright orange-red fire, the size of a human head, shot out, tearing through the blood-scented air, and smashed with perfect accuracy into the writhing, devouring black hair!

boom!
The flames burst forth instantly, completely engulfing the clump of hair.

A sharp, piercing scream, exceeding the limits of human endurance, suddenly rang out. Black hair twisted and withered wildly in the flames, turning into a wisp of pungent blue smoke within two or three seconds, completely dissipating into the air, leaving only a charred mark on the ground.

Xin was the first to rush forward, followed closely by An Jing.

The girl who was eaten collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, her breathing so weak it was almost imperceptible.

Her eyes moved with difficulty, their focus unfocused on the face that had just approached her. Her chapped lips trembled violently, as if she wanted to say something, but could only exhale weak breaths.

"Holly! Hurry!" You Xin turned around and shouted urgently.

Holly, carrying a heavy medical kit, reacted quickly, taking a few big strides to the girl's side, and swiftly unloading the kit to prepare to open the first aid kit.

Just as she bent down to put down the box, the girl on the ground, who was on the verge of death, suddenly burst out with strength, raised her icy hand, and grabbed Dongqing's wrist, which she was about to manipulate!
Holly froze instantly.

The girl's unfocused pupils stared intently at her, or rather, through her, at some being in the void.

Two streams of murky, bloody tears slid down her cheeks, mingling with the grime on her face. With the last ounce of her strength, she forced three words from deep within her throat, her voice hoarse, filled with boundless pain and resentment:

"I hate it so much"

(End of this chapter)