Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

Tang Qiao did rush to the village immediately after the person died, but in order to avoid being noticed by the villagers, his group camped in the deep mountains far away from the village.

"Damn it, the informant is dead."

Tang Qiao spat on the ground, and the faces of the several superhumans following behind him all looked exhausted.

After traveling along mountain roads for several days without food or water, even they were exhausted.

"Captain, didn't the doctor say this village was very important to Shen Chengyin? I don't see how important it is." Someone asked from behind, their tone not very friendly.

"Who would have thought Shen Chengyin would actually take action? He's really not afraid of death."

Tang Qiao sneered and looked at the village entrance not far away. There was a low stone in front of the door with three crooked characters carved on it: Laoshan'ao.

The person at the back of the group quickly pulled out a sophisticated instrument and dozens of small jars from a huge backpack behind him.

Each canister is only a few centimeters tall and contains a dark blue liquid. Both ends of the canister have jet propulsion devices that, in conjunction with a launcher in each person's hand, maximize the canister's trajectory.

Tang Qiao took one shot and loaded it into the launcher in two quick motions.

The doctor's newly developed aerogel can temporarily disable the superpowers of those who inhale the smoke. However, the effect is unstable, lasting a maximum of fifteen minutes and a minimum of five minutes in clinical trials.

Five minutes is enough time for a person with superpowers to decide life or death.

The team of fifteen people took out their isolation masks and put them on; seven went into the village and eight stayed behind.

"Kill anyone you see, leave no survivors."

Behind the mask, Tang Qiao's voice was chilling.

The remaining six followed Tang Qiao into the village, spraying gel into every corner of the village as they advanced.

The village was already located in a low-lying area with no wind, and the wooden fence built to protect it from zombies almost enclosed the entire Laoshan'ao Village like a bowl.

The gel won't disperse in a short time.

A pale blue mist hung in the air; the informants who had entered the village earlier had already planted several launching devices within its walls. Activating them simultaneously would have a formidable effect.

Tang Qiao's gaze swept through the pale blue mist.

These medicines are extremely expensive, and there is only one chance: either bring Shen Chengyin back alive or bring back his corpse.

There was no one on the simple watchtower at the entrance of the village. They split up and kicked open the doors of several houses, only to find them empty.

Not right.

Tang Qiao frowned, took two more steps forward, and caught a glimpse of several figures darting through the mist.

"It's foggy!! Let's get home quickly!"

"We need to store the grain, otherwise it will get damp—"

It sounded like the voices of two villagers, with heavy accents.

Tang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. Without even firing his gun, he raised his hand and released a bolt of electricity at the two figures.

With a series of cracking sounds, two shadows convulsed and fell to the ground, silent forever.

The group then felt relieved and continued walking inside. The presence of living people in the village meant that the team leader's judgment was correct.

They didn't spare any living creatures. When they encountered a domestic pig running around, a metal-type ability user simply cut the pig in half vertically.

All the animals were killed, but no one was seen afterwards.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

There was only the soft rustling of a few people's footsteps on the dirt road. There were no pigs in the pigsty, no cows in the cowshed, and they didn't see a single person in any of the houses.

The crowd's expressions grew increasingly grim, and Tang Qiao glanced down at his watch.

"Time's almost up, let's retreat."

We haven't seen anyone yet, so Shen Chengyin has probably already run away with his men.

There are nearly a hundred people in the village, so many of them elderly, weak, sick, and disabled. How far could they run? He can just chase after them.

The seven men immediately retreated and returned to the village entrance.

"Wait, something's not right." One of the people in the group stepped forward and stopped Tang Qiao. "There's a big pit at the village entrance."

He is an earth-type ability user, capable of sensing.

Everyone looked at the flat ground, which was completely unmarked.

"A trap? How come you didn't notice it when you came in?" someone questioned.

"There really weren't any when we first came in. Would I lie to you?"

"Ouch, a mosquito is biting me—"

"What kind of weather is this with mosquitoes? Have mosquitoes evolved along with you? ...Wait, there really are some, and they bit me too."

"It bit me too, it hurts."

Several people had small red spots on their necks, which were no different from being bitten by mosquitoes, except that they hurt a bit.

A bad feeling began to creep into Tang Qiao's heart.

He led the group around the pit and headed towards the team that had stayed behind.

With a loud thud, Tang Qiao turned around sharply and saw someone stepping into the pit without hesitation.

The remaining people were still in shock when they found themselves out of control, staggering towards the pit.

Below the pit were several pitchforks standing upright; some people were dead, and some were lucky enough to survive. They tried to struggle out, but found they couldn't use any of their supernatural abilities.

Someone shouted "psychic ability user!" and Tang Qiao's gun was knocked away by a powerful force.

"Shen Chengyin—you ran away?"

Tang Qiao took a deep breath, but he didn't see anyone else around him. He had no target to attack.

Suddenly, he was stung on the neck by a mosquito.

The icy liquid instantly spread from the point of pain, gradually penetrating deep into the internal organs.

Tang Qiao shuddered; he was all too familiar with this feeling.

When the doctor invented the gel that neutralized superpowers, he used a sample of the drug brought from the Restoration Base as a benchmark. Using that sample on a test subject would cause excruciating pain.

His superpowers are no longer usable.