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A passing vendor, carrying a box, was nearly hit by the bursting truck door. Startled, he stumbled back and immediately cursed angrily: "You idiot! Can't you see where you're going?! Are you trying to kill me?! I've looked you up and down, and I don't even know what's wrong with your head. I'd give you my whole fortune to keep you stuck in the slums!"

The middle-aged vendor, Longmen, cursed loudly as he glanced at the people jumping off the old truck.

These people were dressed in pretentious white clothes and even wore masks in broad daylight, which made the middle-aged merchant sneer.

It's obvious at a glance that it's those brainless students acting crazy again, like those infected people from the "prank...prank...prank movement" broadcast on the news!

The world is going to the dogs, and morality is declining.

Even such despicable infected people are being imitated. If I don't teach you a lesson today, will I even deserve to be called your grandpa?

"I see you're dressed in a shabby roadside shirt, and I can tell you don't even know your own background. You're really unlucky. He-tui!" The middle-aged vendor spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, looking down at the people with disdain.

The middle-aged vendor noticed that these people were watching him, but instead of feeling afraid, he smiled and straightened his back smugly.

"What are you looking at? So many infected people have died and you haven't. You're the one who's going to jump out of the puddle and eat shit! You think you're so great because you have henchmen? Your henchmen are all worthless bastards. I wouldn't even let you talk to me if I poked your mouth. You're not even qualified to swear. You're a dead dog, and I'm dragging you back into the mess? You! Your parents would have been better off giving birth to a piece of barbecued pork than to you!"

The middle-aged vendor said provocatively, as if he would have pointed and gesticulated if he hadn't been holding the goods in his hands.

As for a group fight? Fighting is out of the question. His overcoat is bulging from his muscles; he's obviously not someone to mess with. But so what?! I might not be able to beat you, but I can at least verbally spar with you! Go ahead and try to kill me! You bunch of bastards, this is Lungmen! Lungmen's laws are only for rich people like them!

The middle-aged vendor was already furious these past few days because the burning of the Lungmen Administrative Office had caused his money invested in the stock market to plummet, leaving him with nothing. It was all because of these damned infected people, and now some people were even imitating them by strolling the streets – how could he not be enraged?

"You—oh, shit!!"

The middle-aged vendor wanted to continue cursing, but the other party pulled out a gleaming knife.

His knife was so big that the middle-aged merchant let out a shrill scream, threw down his expensive goods, and ran away.

The leader of the assassins initially intended to kill him outright, since letting this passerby go would help the other party spread the news of the Reunion Movement's attack on Rhodes Island. However, due to the effects of the drugs, he felt increasingly angry the more he thought about it, and the more he felt he was losing out, the more he realized he had to back down.

Previously, because of what happened to Ug, he already felt a burning anger in his chest.

Three seconds later, the leader of the assassins abandoned his restraint and patience, a wide smile spreading across his face beneath his pale mask.

The remaining rationality was eroded, and madness piled up layer upon layer, coalescing into a towering structure.

"kill him."

"As ordered."

The figure of one of the assassins vanished on the spot.

The middle-aged vendor, who was running wildly, suddenly stopped, as if he had tripped over something.

He staggered forward two steps, then suddenly could not move anymore, as if all his strength had vanished.

The middle-aged vendor looked down and found his chest cavity empty. As his gaze followed the wound, it reacted, spewing out a large amount of blood and internal organs. He took two more steps, blood splattering from the opening, wetting the muddy road, before his large body suddenly collapsed.

Nobody paid him any attention, and nobody knew him.

This area was originally a desolate and uninhabited place on the outer ring of Lungmen, with very few pedestrians, a handful of shops, and large tracts of abandoned land used as warehouses. It's clear what Lungmen Governor Wei Yanwu's true intentions were in agreeing to give this building to Rhodes Island.

"It's rotten, disgusting."

The returning assassin threw the heart he had pulled out onto the ground and crushed it under his foot, staining his white robe with thick blood.

That's what he said, but the expression hidden behind his mask was one of mockery and joy.

The color of blood awakened the brutal ferocity of the remaining assassins; some of them were so excited that they trembled all over and began to gasp for breath.

The assassins all turned their gazes toward their leader, whose mask concealed two dark holes, as gloomy as an abyss.

"kill."

A single word announces the start of the mission.

The assassins responded with low growls, the drugs fully activated, and only one remaining thought remained in their minds—they had been completely brainwashed.

Slaughter Rhodes Island.

"Ha...haa...haa..."

Ug huddled in his seat, watching the brutal act of the assassins ripping open a passerby's heart through the camera mounted on the outside of the truck. He wasn't someone who hadn't seen blood; on the contrary, it was impossible for someone in his position to have not taken a few lives.

What truly terrified Ug was that he had almost become the one with his chest cavity ripped out.

If he hadn't reacted in time, if his acting skills hadn't been decent, if the leader of the assassins hadn't thought he was still somewhat useful...

Ug clutched his trembling hands tightly, taking deep breaths as if the reinforced railing behind him was the only barrier he could trust. He took four deep breaths, made up his mind, and opened the information panel he had previously closed.

"The plan is cancelled! The plan is cancelled! The plan is cancelled!"

Chapter 248 I've Found You

"The plan is cancelled! The plan is cancelled! The plan is cancelled!"

The code in the message box is displayed like this.

The plan has been cancelled?

I'm going to fuck you!

They only say they're canceling it after I've already given them the key to the electronic lock! Are you out of your mind?! Do you need your dad to prescribe some medicine for you?!

Ug slumped in his seat, sweating profusely despite the air conditioning in the truck being turned down to the lowest setting. He was panting heavily from the shock.

"I can't stay here any longer! I can't stay here any longer! I can't do this job anymore!" Ug remained silent because these assassins had not only removed their handcuffs and shackles, but had also swallowed poison! This poison was no good. Although he only had a vague understanding of it, he knew that it was brain-damaging and could drive people insane.

Ug was full of doubts. If he said it out loud, these assassins would definitely scrap him to pieces through the reinforced fence.

It's like getting married, going through the wedding ceremony, and on your wedding night, you're all ready to have sex, and then you tell me you want a Platonic love. You don't want your happiness to be based on physical intimacy, saying that such a marriage has no future.

I'd be joking with you if I didn't draw my sword right then and there.

"Run, we have to run."

Ug muttered to himself, trembling.

No wonder he had a bad feeling all day, no wonder he couldn't get in touch with the Challet squad.

Something's happened, everything's happened, and the worst part is we don't know what happened!

"Deng Deng~"

A crisp, pleasant sound rang out from the headphones, startling Ug so much that he almost jumped out of his chair.

A few seconds later, Ug realized it was a message. He blushed and sat back down in his chair, thankfully no one was around, otherwise his actions would have been like scrolling through pornographic images and suddenly seeing a prank image pop up, turning his erection into a lifelong regret.

What information is this... Don't tell me the plan has started again, why are you jumping back and forth like this?

Ug opened the message box, which contained only one line of text.

"I see you."

Immediately afterwards, all the screens inside the truck that were emitting a bright blue light turned a striking red.

As crimson as blood, the sudden shift between blue and red instinctively evokes a sense of panic.

"Eeya ya ya ya ya ya—!!!"

Ug let out a woman's scream and jumped up abruptly.

The headphone cord became taut, tripping over a bunch of things on the table and scattering them all over the floor.

How could Ug not panic? As an elite of information warfare, he could roam freely within the Guard Bureau system with just a black card, and remain calm even after the incident. He felt as if a martial artist's sword had suddenly gained sentience and was relentlessly attacking him.

Ug leaned against the reinforced railing in a starfish shape, his back slightly bent, because the headphone wire was still tangled in it.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it—"

He muttered wildly as if in a dream, turning his head to look around with a frenzied, high-amplitude frequency, completely ignoring the fact that his headset was being flung off.

"Where? Where? Where!"

Ug was filled with terror. He suddenly felt as if the entire truck was filled with invisible eyes. These eyes were staring at him, as if he were a dead man. He had never been so terrified of the display screen, and what was worse, he noticed that there were many blank spaces below the line of text on it.

In other words, there is still information that has not been released.

“That’s right…”

Ug was almost brought to tears. He took a deep breath and suppressed the panic that was about to erupt within him.

Finally, he made up his mind, grabbed a stick, and tremblingly reached for the keyboard, managing to press the down arrow key with great difficulty.

"I'm here to find you."

The black text, when enlarged, made each word appear particularly sinister.

Ug let out a mournful cry, turned around and tried to take out his key card from his pocket, but couldn't get it in after several attempts. He hurriedly opened the hidden door from the other side of the reinforced railing, even tripping and falling as he left. He scrambled to his feet and stumbled to the front of the car, banging on the doors and windows.

"Fu Wupei! Open the door! Open the door!"

The car door slowly opened, and Ug climbed in with a start, closing the door behind him.

"Old Fu, let's go! We can't stay here! We've been exposed, and the enemy has arrived!?"

Ug turned his head and saw that the driver was not the familiar Lao Fu, but a strange silver-haired man.

The man was handsome, with cobalt blue eyebrows and eyes that held a profound and all-knowing depth, making people feel involuntarily oppressed and fearful.

Then, a sentence spoken by the stranger completely ignited Ug's panic.

"I found you."

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The assassins stormed directly into the Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals Building from the front.

A squad of guards dispatched by Governor Wei Yanwu of Longmen were already fully prepared. Upon hearing the screams from afar, they immediately geared up for defense. Judging from the sound, it was probably a middle-aged man. What could possibly make a man of his age cry out in such an unseemly manner?

They quickly understood.

A white figure came into view, its pale mask containing only two deep black holes, and its scarlet eyes flashing with a violent intent.

"The Reunion Movement!!"

Someone with sharp eyes shouted out that he had fought many battles with the Reunion Movement members during the night raids.

The others exchanged glances, and one of them quietly retreated, preparing to contact his superior.

The assassins controlled their walking speed and their overflowing murderous intent.

Even when the Royal Guard rushed up, they could only parry and block.

Only after the man gave his initial report did the leader of the assassins give the order:

"Do it."

"Great!"

The assassins cheered wildly, the effects of the poison becoming increasingly apparent, and these twisted madmen recklessly unleashed their unique skills.

The members of the Guard Bureau were horrified. Their opponents had suddenly transformed from nameless nobodies into fearless warriors. They were instantly overwhelmed, barely able to switch from offense to defense, as they were simply lambs to the slaughter.

In less than fifteen minutes, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and corpses littered the field.

The entire Guard squad belonging to Alexander Swell was wiped out.

No, there is still one person alive, and this person is the Guard Bureau member who escaped because he went to contact his superiors.

When he discovered that only seven Infected members of Reunion had managed to slaughter his well-trained colleagues on the spot, his eyes reddened as he suppressed the urge to join the fray and turned back. He had received professional training and knew that going in to his death at this time would be utterly useless; the most important thing was to report the intelligence to his superiors!

This person was completely unaware that he had fallen into a trap. The reason the assassins initially concealed their strength was to spread the news of the Reunion Movement's invasion of the Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Building. However, they couldn't attract too much attention from the Guard Bureau, so they staged a performance.

At least before the Guard Bureau reacts, the assassins have plenty of time to complete their mission.

The Imperial Guard officer, who had run a few steps toward the communications room, stumbled, his chest went empty, and he collapsed to the ground covered in blood.

Chapter 249 You Are the Person I Must Protect

Outer ring road of Longmen, Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals Building.

Kal'tsit was sitting in her office handling official business when suddenly she frowned, got up, and went to the floor-to-ceiling window.

A patch of glaring red came into view in front of the building's main entrance. Kal'tsit's gaze was icy, as if a snowstorm were falling before her.

Memories flooded back, and she couldn't help but recall her time at the Ursus Research Institute. If it weren't for the purge from the Ursus leadership, perhaps Shanalot, Ilya, Gendek… those researchers could have joined her in founding Rhodes Island.

"Wei Yanwu, oh Wei Yanwu."

Kal'tsit narrowed her eyes, her voice chilling.

"Is this your plan? Using one tiger to devour another, what a clever tactic."