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Chapter 146 [Hate for Flesh and Blood]

Russia, southern Siberia, on the shores of Lake Baikal.

In travel magazines, this place is often referred to as "the blue eye of Siberia".

But if you were lucky enough to stand on this permafrost, you would think that this eye is not only severely bloodshot, but also covered with disgusting pustules and cataracts.

This place has been completely "contaminated" by something that defies the laws of physics and basic biological knowledge.

The once straight coniferous forest now resembles a giant, skinned nerve bundle, with dark red, still slightly pulsating muscle fibers hanging from the tree trunks.

The once crystal-clear lake water now has a layer of extremely viscous, pale yellow fat foam floating on its edge, resembling the dissolution of some kind of internal organ by strong acid.

Here, you can't even tell whether you're stepping on mud or some kind of giant, writhing stomach wall.

[Hate flesh and blood].

An extremely dangerous infectious anomaly capable of forcibly assimilating all organic and even inorganic matter it comes into contact with into a pathological fleshy proliferator.

Two thousand meters above the ground, in the clouds, stands a stealthy tiltrotor aircraft with its fuselage painted in optical camouflage, reducing its radar cross-section to almost zero.

It hovered above this forest of flesh and blood.

Six fully armed elite strike agents, codenamed "Furnace" and belonging to the GOC Physics Department, sat listlessly in crash-resistant seats, swaying with the slight turbulence of the aircraft.

"I hate Siberia, and I hate Siberian winters even more."

The assault soldier codenamed "Wrench" issued his thirtieth complaint of the day via an encrypted tactical channel.

"It's freezing cold enough, but why did they assign our team this filthy job of cleaning up this 'pil of rotten flesh'?"

"What sins did I commit in my past life to have to deal with a bizarre biohazard in a minus thirty degree Celsius environment?"

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"Be content, Wrench. Cleaning up the abominations' flesh is disgusting, but at least their pathfinding AI is like an idiot, just yelling and charging forward."

Sitting opposite him, Scout Hawkeye wiped his plasma rifle and quipped carelessly, "Believe me, compared to those idealistic monsters, this carbon-based entity that only grows tentacles and tumors is simply the most innocent target in the world."

"Hawkeye is right. Anomalies that can be resolved physically are not anomalies, they are consumables."

The red tactical indicator light at the front of the cabin suddenly lit up, and the captain in charge stood up.

The heavy armored boots slammed into the alloy floor with a heart-pounding roar.

The plane had hovered on the edge of an abandoned village that had been completely devoured by blood and flesh.

The captain flung open the hatch, and a chilling Siberian wind, thick with the stench of blood, rushed in.

"Attention everyone, get ready to work."

The captain's voice, transmitted through a voice changer, carried an undeniable somberness and absolute professionalism: "Mask locked, internal circulation system fully activated. Air pressure maintained at a positive pressure state."

I'll say it one last time: Not a single spore, invisible to the naked eye, can be allowed to enter your lungs! If anyone's hazmat suit tears, shoot yourself in the head instead of forcing me to clean it up.

"Final equipment check, parachuting in in thirty seconds, get ready for a thorough cleanup!"

"Whoosh—whoosh" 7

Six dark figures followed the rappelling ropes, like six steel nails falling from the sky, striking the village ground, which was as soft as a giant stomach wall and still slightly undulating, with extreme precision and brutality.

As soon as they landed, several tentacles hidden under the dark red fleshy vines sprang up like venomous snakes whose tails had been stepped on, attempting to entangle the ankles of these uninvited guests.

"Sizzle—smack!"

Before the tentacles could even touch the agent's armor, an extremely dazzling blue arc of electricity erupted instantly!

The air was immediately filled with a nauseating smell of burnt meat. The tentacles were like those that had been plunged into a 20,000-volt high-voltage electric grid, instantly carbonizing into a pile of black ash.

"Hey, the electric grid coating on this black case is really useful. It's practically a giant electric mosquito swatter, perfect for dealing with all sorts of tentacle monsters and infertility."

Wrench kicked the carbonized residue on the ground and complained in the channel.

Apart from the captain, the five assault soldiers and scouts, including Wrench, were wearing the standard individual equipment that the G0C Physics Department was so proud of—the [Black Gear].

This thing is not only a tight-fitting smart nanoarmor that can provide ultimate optical stealth and kinetic energy buffering, but it is also equipped with the highest level of NBC protection (nuclear, biological and chemical protection) internal circulation module in biological warfare.

The most outrageous thing is that a continuous ultra-high pressure heating current was passed through the surface of the black cover.

Any flesh spores, parasites, or tentacles attempting to attach to the armor surface will be instantly scalded to ashes within a fraction of a second of contact. As long as the battery remains charged, they are like sterile antibodies walking through a sea of ​​flesh.

And at the very front of the five "black suit" agents.

The captain was like an unshakeable steel mountain, wearing the heavy assault armor [White Set] that struck fear into the hearts of all hostile forces.

If the black outfit is an assassin, then the white outfit is an unreasonable "human wall of sighs".

Its extremely thick, even somewhat clumsy, outer shell was covered with magical runes that were invisible to the naked eye.

This armor not only allows the wearer to ignore the physical impact of several tons of flesh and blood monsters as easily as ignoring a breeze, but its abnormal environmental regulation system and conceptual-level shield can even allow the wearer to stroll leisurely in a sea of ​​fire with temperatures of several thousand degrees or in space with absolute zero.

"Stop playing around and get to work."

The captain's deep voice rang out in the team channel.

His gaze, hidden behind the white mask, coldly swept over the village, which no longer resembled a human dwelling but rather the digestive cavity of a giant organism.

"Hawkeye, turn on your 'cheat code'. Find this rats' den for me."

"Understood. Activating the physical cheat."

Scout Eagle Eye reached out and tapped the side of his helmet.

[VERITAS Resonance Imaging System - Scan Complete]

On Eagle Eye's retinal screen, the world before his eyes instantly lost its color, stripping away all false pretenses.

This ultimate observation instrument, developed by GOC and combining thermal energy, ether waves, and life energy (EVE) detection, completely ignores the flesh and blood disguised as houses and trees, and sees through the entire stratum like an X-ray.

"Tsk, these tumors are pretty good at hiding."

Hawkeye, staring at the dense, intricate crimson veins on the screen, whistled and reported, "Captain, an extremely high density of life signs has been detected fifty meters underground. These monsters have hollowed out the entire village's underground, turning it into a giant breeding nest and parasitic node."

"receive."

The captain pulled out a heavy cutting blade radiating intense heat and high-energy plasma from behind his back, his tone completely calm, as if he were simply announcing which restaurant to have lunch at.

"All personnel, weapons safety disarmed."

"Following standard biochemical purification procedures, perform physical extermination. Don't leave them with a single cell."