Excessive ferocity due to caution

This sternum is no longer of much use to him.

As the physical and mental pain was activated by the torture instruments, Zhao Yi clearly felt a tremendous power within them.

Implantation, control, deprivation...

There is also chaos.

An unseen hand seemed to be reaching out from the abyss, trying to pull Zhao Yi in.

Whenever Zhao Yi tries to draw power from the abyss, his hands become increasingly active and powerful.

"The power of torture instruments comes from depravity."

"Chaos is the bait; reason and pain are the trade."

"The power a torture device provides is limited, but once the owner has tasted the sweetness of this immense power, they will inevitably sacrifice their reason to the device in exchange for even greater power..."

"In the end, even when the instruments of torture could no longer provide him with new strength, he would continue to sacrifice his sanity, just like a devout believer."

"At that time, he no longer had his own judgment."

Zhao Yi felt power within the torture instruments, and also sensed that behind them lay an unknown abyss.

That should be the source of all the power of the torture instruments.

It is also a channel through which people exchange reason for power.

Zhao Yi would certainly not choose to exchange his rationality for more power.

This is not a fair trade.

It was plunder.

The power born from the pain inflicted by the torture devices on his body was enough.

He struggled to control the iron chains flowing through his blood, stitching the unwanted sternum back together with the original flesh.

This way, he can at least temporarily look like a human being.

As for changes in other parts of the body, they can be temporarily covered up with clothing.

Zhao Yi went to the forensic workshop, used the tools he had prepared in advance to suture his body, cleaned up some areas that didn't look human, washed his body, and finally changed into a set of solid clothing.

Finally, he sprayed on a strong disinfectant to cover up the smell of blood on his body.

After doing all this, he summoned Liao and Zong to help him clean up the wreckage in the storage room.

And the experimental data was burned.

"Is the experiment complete?"

Liao Hongqiao looked at Zhao Yi.

The latter took out a syringe containing the divine meteorite.

"This thing can be used to create a monster."

"This monster possesses immense destructive power and vitality, but it will lose its sanity, and as time goes on, it will lose more and more of its sanity, eventually going completely insane."

The two looked at the syringe in Zhao Yi's hand, their eyes showing apprehension.

"How do you plan to use it?"

"I need a great partner."

"Who?"

"The sergeant next to Denbai."

Why?

"Because he's stupid."

The two men looked at Zhao Yi with strange expressions.

"Brother Zhao... are you trying to destabilize the military region?"

Zhao Yidao:

"Let's find out what's going on first."

"The military region is mysterious; nobody knows what's hidden inside."

"Once we've figured it out, we can discuss the next steps..."

Zong Haisheng glanced at the instrument containing the divine meteorite with a look of trepidation.

"Brother Zhao, is it really okay for us not to hide this?"

Zhao Yi took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and thought for a moment before lighting it.

"Need not."

"The military will not have the opportunity to search this place."

"Chaos... is about to begin."

The two were filled with worry.

In this instance, the resources they possess are far less than the resources needed to complete the main quest!

This makes it difficult for them to see any hope.

Unrest seems like a good option.

But the problem is... it involves a great deal of uncertainty!

In the midst of turmoil, they may become the biggest winners, or they may become fish that die in troubled waters.

"By the way, could you guys help me look up some information later?"

"Regarding the former bureau chief..."

After Zong and Liao left, Zhao Yi lit the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth.

A faint red star ignited and spread backward.

Grayish-white smoke actually emanated from Zhao Yi's chest.

Although he had stitched up the wound on his chest, the area had been modified by torture instruments, and his body judged that it was not a scar, so it would not heal on its own.

Zhao Yi now resembles a cloth doll that has been abandoned for many years.

Covered in holes.

After finishing his cigarette, Zhao Yi looked at the Divine Meteor in his hand with a smile.

...

"You seem to have lied to me, Mr. Bai."

The Whiteman estate was completely sealed off; the military had surrounded the entire area.

Deng Bai stood in front of Bai Teman, his expression extremely gloomy.

A gun was pointed at Whiteman's forehead.

Butler Gan Tun was not spared either, and was surrounded by a group of people with guns.

Faced with Deng Bai's murderous aura, Baitman appeared much more composed.

Compared to his first visit, Butman was much better prepared now.

"Commander Denbai, what are you saying?"

"What did I lie to you about?"

Seeing that Whiteman was still being stubborn, Dengbai punched him hard in the stomach!

Whiteman vomited all over the place.

He clutched his stomach, lay on his side on the ground, curled up, and convulsed.

"Still pretending?"

Denby squinted and slowly took out a small tube from his body. Inside the transparent tube, a pale blue solution swayed, giving Whiteman a cool feeling in his chest.

Afterwards, in his haste to deal with the fall of the gods, he completely forgot to retrieve his hound-specific drug!

This time, someone caught them red-handed.

"There's a misunderstanding here!"

Bettman stated frankly.

"I haven't seen what the commander is holding."

Deng Bai squatted down, staring at Whiteman, whose mouth and nose were oozing blood, and said:

"Then tell me..."

What illness do you have?

Whiteman was panting heavily.

"Colorectal cancer."

"By the time it was discovered, it had already worsened."

"I just had a medical check-up at Xihua Hospital not long ago... Commander, you can take some people to verify this."

"Actually, I've always known that I have a health problem."

"In addition to that, I also have congenital Parkinson's disease, which will get worse over time..."

"I don't want to become like that before I even get old, needing someone to take care of me for everything, from eating and drinking to using the toilet."

"It wouldn't be difficult for the commander to verify these things."

Deng Bai scrutinized Bai Teman intently, his previously clear thoughts suddenly becoming jumbled again.

"Go check."

He said this to his subordinates.

The officer nodded and immediately left the manor.

"If I find out you've ever lied to me in any way, you'll know what cruelty truly means!"

Deng Bai said menacingly to Bai Teman.

...

Xihua Hospital.

Military personnel arrived in vehicles, entered with guns, and drove all the patients away, causing a large-scale riot.

The sergeant arrived inside the hospital and, on his way to the archives, saw a person wearing a trench coat and a hood, who was completely covered up.

He stood in front of a stone statue in the park, his hands in his pockets, seemingly deep in thought.

"Hey you, that's a military operation, get out of here!"

The sergeant immediately raised his gun and fired a shot to his side.

Bullets flew indiscriminately across the grass.

The man slowly turned his head.

A pair of familiar eyes.

A familiar face.

It was... Zhao Yi.

PS: First update.