Don't force me to use my right fist.

"Don't worry, you should be the one saying 'danger' to the people inside."

Chapter 568 Nursing Home

In front of a dark house far from downtown Tokyo, a black sedan that Saya would definitely recognize pulled up.

You might not recognize the three people who came down, but their familiar black suits and signature sunglasses made it easy to guess their identities.

"Captain, shouldn't we send more people for this? This concerns those guys from the Church of Truth; with just the three of us, it seems like we're not enough."

One of the burly men in black who got out of the car glanced at the obviously abnormal house and said to the leader with a bitter expression.

"You know how devastating the previous attack by those lunatics was for our organization. The fact that we're still able to assemble a small team is practically a blessing from the god of fortune, isn't it?"

The man in the lead sighed. He was well aware of the danger of this mission. Dealing with those guys from the Church of Truth, who knew what disgusting things those lunatics would do?

"However, the problem is not too big. Our main objective today is just reconnaissance. We don't need to fight the enemy. We just need to hide ourselves as much as possible and gather intelligence. Safety and intelligence gathering are our priorities. We can leave the rest to the Executor."

The team leader added that this was the greatest comfort under these circumstances; otherwise, he felt that with the strength of his squad, going in would be tantamount to suicide.

After remaining silent for a while, a slightly shorter man in black took a box out of the trunk, opened it, and then greeted the two men.

It contains weapons and equipment specially developed and manufactured by the distillery. If they want to move around in the city, even the distillery can only put on the equipment temporarily when they arrive at the location.

After all, if you dress up like a Terminator and parade around in public, it's hard not to attract attention.

After skillfully putting on his bulletproof vest and other equipment, the leader picked up his familiar crossbow and placed it behind him. Then he nodded to his remaining subordinates who were checking the equipment and tossed them two Bluetooth headsets.

"Maintain communication throughout. Remember, our mission this time is only reconnaissance. There is no need to risk your life. Your own safety should be the top priority."

He skillfully put the earphones on his ears, then the gorilla-like man swung the black iron bar in his hand and chuckled somewhat憨厚ly.

"Speaking of which, this shouldn't be more dangerous than dealing with the werewolves, but since it's a reconnaissance mission, why choose people like us who aren't good at this? Is the organization really that short-staffed?"

The question he asked was crucial, but unfortunately, no one present was able to answer it.

He took two more spray bottles out of the box and tossed them to the other two men. The man called the captain waved his hand, signaling him to stop talking.

"That's not something we need to worry about. We just need to carry out our mission well."

"This is something to reduce your presence and prevent strange things from noticing. Remember, once the spray's scent fades, you must reapply it, understand?"

He took out a bottle of the same golden-colored spray and sprayed it on himself. The captain actually had some doubts about the effectiveness of this product.

But when he thought about how these were things created by the mysterious Dr. Ali, and how both his own crossbow and the strong man's iron bar proved the practicality of his creations, he dispelled his doubts.

"What if we encounter humans? If I remember correctly, most of the guys in the Church of Truth are humans." wh

After all, most of the supernatural beings don't have intelligence, while humans are different. Even a teenager can be full of bad ideas.

"Then don't you even consider where you came from? You can't solve anything else, but as a fellow human being, can't you at least handle this?"

The captain sighed. After all, their squad was composed of the elite of the elite special forces, and they had faced too many strange creatures. Had things gotten to the point where even humans had to worry? It wasn't like they hadn't experienced this kind of mission before.

"It seems that's the case."

He exchanged a glance with the burly man beside him, and the man who had just asked the question finally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed. He had been a bit careless lately, and constantly facing those bizarre things that defied common sense had made it hard for him not to be overly tense.

"Enough joking, it's time to get down to business."

The captain picked up his submachine gun and then led the two men to observe the five-story house that stood out somewhat abruptly in this suburb. After thinking for a while, they decided to enter through the sewers, a weakly defended area.

This was originally just an ordinary nursing home, but for some reason, for a period of time people kept reporting that vehicles from the True Word Church came to this place, as if they were carrying out some kind of shady business.

However, since the winery and the Church of Truth had not broken ties before, they could only observe the situation closely without conducting a thorough investigation.

Now that a conflict has already occurred, it's no longer acceptable to sit idly by; a reckoning is absolutely necessary. And for some reason, the captain's sixth sense tells him that today's mission is far more difficult and dangerous than he imagined. In fact, if he had another chance, he would definitely turn around and leave this dilapidated house.

Putting everything else aside, the eerie quietness is so unlike any place where people live; it's definitely not the atmosphere one would expect from a nursing home.

Another crucial piece of intelligence is that the reason they were sent here is that there has been no movement in this house for a whole day. It's as if those who enter have entered another dimension, cutting off all contact with the outside world.

He couldn't guarantee that if his three-person team rashly went in, they wouldn't encounter any unpredictable dangers.

Now we can only take it one step at a time.

Chapter 569 Playing in the water will cause bedwetting

As it turned out, the captain of the distillery's team was right. On the contrary, once they entered the house through the sewers, they sensed an eeriness unlike anything they had experienced in previous missions.

The silence was eerily eerie, and what made it even more unsettling was the strange, indescribable stench—a mixture of fishy and foul smells—that lingered in the air outside the room they had entered.

The captain frowned slightly and made a gesture of putting on a mask. It wasn't explicitly stated, but it was enough for the other two to understand his meaning.

After decisively taking out gas masks from their backpacks and putting them on, they dared to breathe normally again.

This unusual situation still caused them some doubt, but when they thought about what those madmen from the Truth Church had done, they calmed down.

The captain clenched his fist and made a downward gesture towards the room's entrance. He quickly approached and then pressed his ear against the large door leading outside.

They still couldn't hear any sound, as if the three of them were the only ones in the entire house; the silence was almost unbelievable.

With his brows furrowed, the captain raised his hand to signal the two behind him to be wary of the danger outside before carefully placing his hand on the doorknob and gently turning it with barely perceptible force.

The sounds that should have been barely audible were amplified infinitely in this quiet environment. With a creaking sound, they finally opened the door to the room and saw the corridor leading into the house.

The three people, who had been on high alert for a possible attack, froze in place as a stench far exceeding the smell they had just encountered assaulted their nostrils. But what truly left them bewildered was the entire corridor, which seemed to be coated with a jelly-like substance.

A jelly-like blue slime clung to the entire space outside the door, seemingly carrying some kind of fluorescent substance. A faint blue light illuminated the entire corridor. If you ignored the pungent, fishy smell, this might have been a world straight out of a fairy tale.

Of course, the three people from the distillery were no longer children, so they naturally wouldn't believe that fairy tales existed in this world.

What made it even harder for them to calm down completely was what was underneath that layer of slime, where those things were stuck together.

The followers of the Church of Truth, dressed in their iconic black robes, were like tiny insects trapped in amber, tightly encased beneath the layer of mucus.

The person who should have been in pain from not being able to breathe had an expression of immense happiness and peace on their face, as if they were having a wonderful dream.

What's even more incomprehensible is that, judging from the constantly rising and falling chest of this person who is breathing peacefully, it's quite obvious that he might still be alive.

Looking around, it was clear that this wasn't the only unfortunate fellow encased in slime within this single corridor of the house. Besides him, there were also others who looked like caregivers...

With their breathing, the entire layer of mucus seemed to come alive, pulsating up and down at a steady heartbeat.

The thin man on the far left, holding a pistol, glanced at the captain with a questioning look. This was completely different from the intelligence they had gathered; they could only...

The middle-aged man who was in charge was clearly at a loss as to what to do in this situation. They were supposed to just deal with the cultists and do some reconnaissance, but it felt like they had been thrown into another world.

The three people, who dared not venture into this strange substance, stood frozen in place, utterly at a loss for how to deal with the situation.

Even so, the slime on the ground seemed to be awakened, quickly spreading from the direction of the door into the entire room, and rapidly crawling towards the feet of the three of them.

Completely unaware of the situation, the three exchanged glances and then decisively turned back and ran towards the entrance they had just come in through.

It was supposed to be just reconnaissance, but the current situation is clearly beyond their capabilities. If they can get this intelligence out, their mission will probably be considered complete.

The remaining wineries will naturally send professionals to clean up; there's no need for them to come and take such a risk.

But just as they took off running towards the entrance, the mucus, which had been moving slowly like a snail not in a hurry to eat, suddenly became extremely fast, as if it had finally sensed the presence of its prey. In the blink of an eye, it took the lead and completely blocked the entrance that the team had come down from.

"Captain, do you think we might get reinforcements?"

At this point, there was no need to worry about revealing anything through words. The skinny man decisively pulled out a bottle of holy water bomb from his backpack and said something to the captain, not forgetting to crack a joke at him.

It has to be said that their luck was incredibly bad. If they were to escape this dangerous house, the first thing he would do was give the guy who gave them the mission a good beating.

Is this supposed to be a reconnaissance mission?! It's clearly a suicide mission!

The man who decisively pulled the pin on the holy water bomb and threw it toward the entrance behind him wasn't sure if it would work. In any case, if he didn't try it, using other explosives in this small room would just be suicide.

Judging from the bizarre appearance of these things, one can only pray that they are some kind of evil or unclean existence, and that these things might be of some use to them.

Then, amidst the expectant gazes of the three, the brewery's special holy water bomb exploded in the air, releasing a thick layer of water vapor. However, the blue slime that was contaminated by this water vapor remained unaffected, instead continuing to linger towards the two with the same despair as if it wanted to savor its prey.

However, the bomb wasn't entirely without its gains. At the very least, a boy with a pumpkin head, looking as if he'd been doused with a bucket of water, appeared beside them. After wiping the water off his pumpkin head, he glared at the skinny man who had thrown the bomb.

"Didn't your family tell you that playing in the water might cause you to wet the bed at night?"

Chapter 570 Do you need me to take you to marry your fiancée?

Saya originally wanted to come up with a cool entrance pose. He had only asked about the location of the house from Ujo Kirie and came to see what he could find. He never expected to encounter this team from the brewery.

Out of curiosity, and also wanting to see how the people at the distillery usually carried out their tasks, he decisively sprinkled some powder and then tiptoed after the three of them.

As he looked at the three of them, he thought, "A well-equipped special forces team in this incredibly bizarre house—isn't this just a typical opening scene from an American horror movie?"

According to the normal script, the three of them should have started out acting like gods, then been trapped in this eerie house, and finally died in despair, being toyed with and killed.

This is a particularly classic movie scene.

Sōyū didn't really want the three of them to donate, but if he acted rashly, he was afraid they would misunderstand. After all, the brewery had a history of such behavior, and being betrayed like this would inevitably make them uncomfortable.

So Saya's plan was to reveal himself like a god descending to earth when they were in danger, so that he could gain their trust and then monopolize the monsters' loot, thus occupying the nominal high ground.

After all, they themselves said they were just there to scout. Sawa is different; when he encounters this kind of situation, there's usually only one green button in the mission options.

That means annihilating them all.

However, Zuoyou never expected that the first thing these three guys did after encountering danger was to throw holy water bombs at his retreat route. Caught off guard and sprayed in the face, he could only appear in front of the three of them in this disheveled state.

Saku rolled his eyes as he glanced at their wary weapons, then focused his gaze on the slowly spreading blue slime.

Unlike the other three, he was much more knowledgeable and quickly deduced that these strange slimes must be controlled by some kind of consciousness.

Otherwise, given the speed at which it had just blocked the exit, it could have swallowed up the three people in front of it in the blink of an eye, without giving them any time to prepare.

But its current state is clearly a deliberate attempt to gradually instill despair in them.

Unfortunately, despite all its calculations, it didn't manage to get involved with those three unlucky guys by sheer coincidence.

"Wait, don't make a move. He seems to be the strange one that Lord Qingjiu instructed us to stop targeting. It seems he once said that the distillery should now treat him with friendliness."

The opposing team from the brewery had no idea what Saya was thinking. They only knew that their path was blocked by monsters, and their escape route was also blocked by Saya, a pumpkin-headed monster whose identity they didn't know. It was hard for them not to be on edge.

But soon, the captain in charge noticed the somewhat familiar pumpkin head on Sawa's head. He was one of the members who had participated in the mission to surround Sawa before, and he recognized the pumpkin...

Although Sawa no longer wore the square, Halloween pumpkin-like helmet, but instead had eerie blue flames burning inside, he still remembered clearly that Haru, the head of the brewery, had once said that this guy no longer needed to be as hostile to it as before.