Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist

The person dragged in was a mid-level manager wearing a Raytheon company uniform.

The man was terrified, his face ashen, his crotch soaked and emitting a foul stench.

His body left a long trail of blood on the ground, and he uttered incoherent cries and pleas for mercy.

"No...don't kill me! Chairman, spare me! Miss Emma, ​​spare me!"

The appearance of this "Alpha-level aberrant" instantly made the temperature in the conference room seem to drop a few degrees.

The terrifying pressure emanating from it, originating from a higher-level life form, made it difficult for everyone present, except for Su Hui, to breathe.

Seeing Emma's pupils suddenly constrict, a smug smile spread across Green's face. He pointed at the ferocious mutant and said to Emma:

“Niece Emma, ​​do you see this? This is the latest masterpiece of the Universal Group’s ‘Pandora Project’—the Alpha-class Aberrant!”

His tone was full of boasting and threat.

He turned to the representative of the Universal Group and complimented him, "Mr. Vlad, your company's technology is truly breathtaking!"

Vlad, the representative of the Universal Group, maintained his humble smile, as if the bloody monster in front of him was just an ordinary exhibit.

He looked at Emma and said gently, "Miss Emma, ​​please don't panic. This is just a small 'help' we're offering to show our sincerity in cooperating."

"Our Universal Group will be Raytheon's most friendly partner."

He nodded slightly, then made a casual gesture toward the Alpha-level mutant.

The mutant grinned, revealing a massive maw filled with fangs, and let out a low, chilling laugh.

next moment!

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, its large hand, which was gripping the scapegoat's head, suddenly tightened its grip!

"Crack!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out clearly in the conference room.

The mid-level employee from Thor Corporation didn't even have time to scream before his head was crushed like a ripe watermelon by the mutant!

Red blood and white brain matter burst open instantly, like blooming flowers of death, splattering the mutant's face and body.

The mutant, however, paid no heed. Instead, it stretched out its long, forked tongue and greedily licked the filth off its face, making a nauseating smacking sound.

The bloody and brutal scene elicited suppressed gasps and retching sounds from the conference room.

The strong smell of blood instantly filled the entire conference room.

Even Green's smug smile froze for a moment because of the excessive bloodshed.

Morton then gave a sinister laugh. He looked at Emma, ​​whose face was ashen, and said with concern, "Niece Emma, ​​look how good your uncles are to you."

"They found the mole who leaked the information so quickly and even found a helper like Huanyu for you."

You really should thank us!

Emma's brows furrowed tightly, her chest heaving as she suppressed a surge of anger and nausea.

Her fingernails dug deep into her palms, almost drawing blood.

But at that moment, her gaze unconsciously drifted to Su Hui, who was standing next to her.

The man remained calm, his eyes indifferent.

It was as if the bloody and horrific scene before him was nothing more than a clumsy and laughable farce.

That composure and calmness, like an invisible force, instantly soothed Emma's restless heart.

She took a deep breath, and her body, which had been trembling slightly with anger, calmed down.

P.S.: It's so hard to get into the top ten on the monthly ticket rankings. Waaah...

50. Cruelty and Reversal [4.2k]

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Emma's cold gaze swept over those distorted faces.

But before she could refute this absurd "mole" claim, another incident occurred in the meeting room.

Markton, the man who always wore a refined yet scoundrelly smile, suddenly exchanged a very subtle glance with Vlad of the Universal Group and Saron of Titan Industries.

next second!

Just then, the Alpha-class mutant who had just crushed the scapegoat's head, covered in blood, flashed by like a ghost with its massive and ferocious body!

Its massive, twisted form, like a dark purple phantom, flashed instantly behind the fat-headed Green and the sinister-looking Morton!

It moved so fast that it left a blurry afterimage in the air.

Those enormous claws, stained with brains and blood, gripped their heads with irresistible force.

"Uh--"

Green's smug smile, which was both boastful and threatening, froze instantly. His eyes bulged in terror, and he made a gurgling sound that was hard to understand.

Morton's sinister smile froze, replaced by utter astonishment and fear.

"McDonald! What...what do you want to do?!"

Green's obese body trembled violently, terror instantly replacing all expression on his face. He struggled to twist his neck, trying to see what was behind him, his voice distorted with fear.

A look of horror flashed across Morton's eyes, followed by fury.

He sternly questioned Vlad of the Universal Group:

"Vlad! Is this the sincerity of your Universal Group? Do you intend to break the agreement?!"

Vlad smiled, his face still bearing that warm smile. He shook his head slightly, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather.

"Director Morton, please calm down. I have not violated any agreements."

"All of this is proceeding according to plan."

plan?

Upon hearing this, Green and Morton were struck dumb, their bodies jolting violently. "Is Mei still singing about plum blossoms? Is Lin here...?"

They weren't fools; they instantly understood the terrifying implications.

Their bloodshot eyes were fixed on Markton, their gazes filled with unbelievable resentment and madness.

"McDonald! You despicable bastard! How dare you betray us?!"

Green let out a beastly roar.

"So it was you! It was you who did this!"

Morton's voice was hoarse and venomous, as if he wanted to devour Markton alive.

Faced with the two men's dying curses and insults, Markton pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes flashing with a cold glint behind the lenses.

He elegantly picked up the cigar cutter on the table and slowly and methodically cut the cigar tip, as if he hadn't heard the two men's angry shouting at all.

A moment later, he raised his head, a contemptuous smile appearing on his refined face.

"Stop wasting your breath, you noisy idiot."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling indifference beneath his nonchalant tone.

The words have not yet fallen.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Two sickeningly loud cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out almost simultaneously in the conference room!

The moment the Alpha-class mutant received some kind of invisible command, its giant hand covered in dark purple keratin suddenly exerted force!

The fear and anger on Green and Morton's faces were forever frozen in that moment.

Their necks were twisted off!

Immediately afterwards, the mutant's sharp, knife-like fingernails easily tore through the flesh and "plucked" the two unseeing heads from their cavities.

"Pfft——!"

Dark red blood gushed out of the severed neck cavity like a fountain, instantly staining their expensive suits and splattering all over the mutants.

Blood dripped onto the sleek conference table, quickly pooling into a nauseating puddle.

Green and Morton, the two directors who had been tyrannical at Raytheon, didn't even get to utter a complete scream before following in the footsteps of that pitiful scapegoat.

The stench of blood in the conference room suddenly became so strong it was nauseating.

Markton seemed completely unconcerned. He slowly removed his blood-stained glasses, took out a clean white silk handkerchief from his jacket pocket, and leisurely wiped the blood off the lenses.

That composure and elegance created an extremely eerie contrast with the surrounding bloody and terrifying scene.

He wiped his glasses clean, put them back on, and then turned his gaze to Emma, ​​whose pretty face was icy cold and whose delicate body was trembling slightly.

At this moment, Markton's eyes were filled with undisguised greed and lust, the scrutiny of a victor over his prey.

“Niece Emma, ​​look, isn’t it much quieter now?”

He smiled, his tone as gentle as a kind elder, but the contents of his words sent chills down one's spine.

"Sometimes, in the face of absolute strength, all schemes and struggles are meaningless."

His gaze toward Emma turned greedy, roaming unrestrainedly over her curvaceous figure as if he wanted to peel away her clothes layer by layer.

"Now that your father is gone, it's time for Raytheon to find someone who can truly take charge."

"But don't worry, Uncle Markton will definitely 'love' your dear niece well."

He chuckled softly, revealing his wicked nature in that moment.

"Just admit defeat, Emma. Hand over the foamed ceramics technology. Don't put up a futile resistance; it will only cause you more pain."

A flash of extreme contempt and disgust crossed Emma's icy blue eyes.

She looked at Markton's utterly hypocritical face, and a cold, mocking smile curved her red lips.

"McDonald, do you think you've already won?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached every corner of the conference room, carrying a hint of something inexplicable.

Markton's smile faltered slightly, seemingly surprised that Emma would still dare to be so stubborn even in this situation.

He was about to speak, to break down Emma's psychological defenses in a more direct way, and to make her completely despair.

However, just when he thought everything was under control and victory was assured.

The aberrant one made another move.

Having just finished committing the crime, and still covered in the blood of Grimm and Morton, the Alpha-class mutant slowly raised a huge, blood-stained claw.

Then, amidst Markton's suddenly stiff smile, it gently rested on his head.

A cold, rough touch, with a strong smell of blood, instantly spread from my scalp.

The smug smile on Markton's face cracked like the surface of a frozen lake.

He shuddered violently, and the color drained from his face at a visible speed, leaving only a deathly pale complexion.

Incredulously, he slowly and stiffly turned his head to look at the other side of the conference table, at Vlad, the representative of the Universal Group who remained calm and composed with a warm smile on his face.

“Mr. Vlad…you…this is…”

Markton's voice trembled with extreme fear, almost incoherent.

Vlad's smile remained gentle, but to Markton, it was more terrifying than a demon's grin.

He looked at Markton, a hint of undisguised contempt and mockery flashing in his eyes, and said in a nonchalant tone:

“Director Markton, you are absolutely right.”

He slowly straightened his tie, his tone as calm as if stating a given fact.

"In the apocalypse, strength is everything."

"Thor Corporation has been embroiled in internal strife for so long. Rather than letting you short-sighted fools continue to drag the company into the abyss, it would be better for us, Universal Group and Titan Industries, to carry out a thorough 'integration' of it."

Vlad's gaze swept over the corpse on the ground and the pale-faced Markton, and his smile grew even brighter.

"With you all dead, everything will be much simpler."

Markton felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave; he finally understood.