Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist.

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.

From beginning to end, he was just a pawn in the hands of Universal Group and Titan Industries, a knife used to clear obstacles within Thor Corporation!

The so-called cooperation and support are all a scam!

"No! Vlad! You despicable scoundrel! You promised me! We made a deal! Raytheon Corporation is mine!"

Markton roared in despair and rage as he struggled, but the mutated creature's massive claw on his head remained as immovable as a mountain, instead slowly increasing its pressure.

"Saron! You were involved too?!"

Markton then turned to Saron, the Titan Industries representative with a cold, hard face and bloodshot eyes.

Saron snorted coldly, his eyes sharp as knives.

"The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, is an unchanging law of the end times."

"Thor Corporation should have been given a more capable owner long ago."

"Fuck! Fuck! Don't eat the pickled radishes! You guys, I'm going to kill you all!"

Amidst Markton's hysterical curses and rants, a red glint flashed in the eyes of the Alpha-class mutant.

The giant hand pressing down on his head suddenly exerted force!

"Bam—!"

A dull, chilling bang.

Markton's head, like a fragile watermelon, was forcefully pressed into the hard alloy conference table!

Red and white, bursting open instantly, mixed with the blood and brain matter of Green and Morton, creating an abstract and bloody "death painting" on the expensive conference table.

This ambitious man, who had just been full of vigor and thought he was about to take control of Thor Corporation and even lay hands on Emma, ​​ended his sinful life in an extremely humiliating way before he could even finish his last words.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Emma Grace watched silently as the bloody and absurd scene unfolded until Markton's body finally stopped convulsing.

She suddenly clapped her hands softly.

"Crack, snap, snap."

A sharp ovation suddenly broke the suffocating silence.

Emma Grace's pretty face was icy cold, but there was a faint, mocking smile at the corner of her mouth. She clapped her hands lightly, her icy blue eyes completely calm, as if she had expected all of this.

"It was truly a magnificent show."

Her voice was calm, yet carried a hint of all-knowing indifference.

Vlad of the Universal Corporation and Saron of Titan Industries have finally torn off all pretenses, revealing their greedy fangs.

From the beginning,

This was a setup targeting Raytheon's top management.

Vlad straightened his sharp suit, his face still bearing that signature warm smile, but now it was filled with an arrogant and condescending air of certain victory.

He looked at Emma, ​​his tone slightly playful.

"Miss Emma, ​​you flatter me."

"We just did what we were supposed to do."

He pointed to the Alpha-class mutant, covered in blood and radiating a terrifying aura, and asked with a smile:

"Ms. Emma, ​​what do you think of the results of our Universal Group's 'Pandora Project'?"

His gaze swept almost imperceptibly over Su Hui, who stood beside Emma, ​​remaining unusually calm throughout.

"Now that things have come to this, do you still think that the few 'trump cards' you have are enough to defeat us?"

Vlad's tone carried a subtle hint of probing and disdain.

He stood up, walked slowly to the conference table, and pointed to the leaden sky outside the window, as well as the vaguely visible, grotesque and distorted city outline eroded by dimensional energy.

"The apocalypse has ushered in a brand new era!"

A near-fanatical glint flashed in Vlad's eyes.

"'Project Pandora' is just the beginning."

"The arrival of dimensional energy, while bringing disaster, has also ushered in a new era! An era belonging to extraordinary power!"

"The old order will be destroyed, and the new rules will be written by those of us who hold the power of the future!"

Saron, the burly, cold-faced representative of Titan Industries, also snorted coldly, cooperating with Vlad in the final attempt to persuade them to surrender:

“Emma Grace, Raytheon is finished. But you, and the foamed ceramics technology you brought back, are still very valuable to us.”

Saron's sharp gaze locked onto Emma like that of a hawk.

"As long as you cooperate, hand over your technical data and research team, and help us integrate the remaining forces of Raytheon, we can guarantee that you will not only survive, but also retain some of the dignity that belongs to the Grace family."

"otherwise……"

He didn't continue speaking, but his undisguised murderous intent said it all.

Upon hearing this, Emma's mockery deepened, and a chilling sneer curled at the corner of her lips.

"Preserving dignity? That sounds nice."

"I'm afraid that once I hand over everything, it will be my death day."

She knew all too well how these giant companies operated; discarding them after they had served their purpose and abandoning them after they had served their purpose were their basic practices.

She slowly stood up, her tall and voluptuous figure exuding an unapproachable and awe-inspiring aura in the pure white suit.

His icy blue eyes showed no fear or compromise as he calmly met Vlad and Salon's oppressive gazes, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.

"You really think you've got me cornered?"

Vlad's smile faded slightly, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that Miss Emma is not willing to accept our 'goodwill'."

He sighed softly, as if he were very sorry about it, "In that case, there's nothing more to talk about."

next moment!

His eyes flashed with murderous intent!

A cold, decisive command came from his mouth:

"Let's get started!"

"Roar--!"

Upon hearing this, the Alpha-class mutant suddenly opened its massive, fang-filled mouth, letting out a deafening laugh and roar.

A surging killing intent and a violent aura erupted as if they were tangible!

Its massive, imposing body, carrying a nauseatingly foul stench, lunged at Su Hui!

Those huge, sharp, jet-black claws tore through the air with ear-piercing sonic booms, their nails gleaming with a cold, eerie light, as if they could easily rip through the strongest alloy armor!

Its thick arms had evolved huge, sharp black claws that tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound!

It was going to tear the man in front of it into pieces in an instant!

51. Emma's courage [4.4k]

The Alpha-class mutant, carrying a thick stench of blood and brutality, slammed violently into Su Hui.

The overwhelming, fierce aura was so overwhelming that Emma didn't even have time to cry out in alarm before it was right in front of her.

The five sharp claws tore through the air, creating ear-piercing sonic booms, as if they were about to shred Su Hui into countless pieces of flesh in the next second.

The thunderous attack failed to elicit the slightest change in Su Hui's expression; he didn't even lift his eyelids.

He didn't even take a step back.

Just as the sharp claws were about to touch his clothes, Su Hui moved.

His movement was not fancy; he simply raised his right hand.

Its speed was so fast that in the eyes of Emma, ​​Vlad, Saron, and the others, it was almost just a blurry afterimage.

They came later but arrived first.

Su Hui's hand precisely caught the right wrist of the mutant who was swinging it.

"Crack!"

A chilling, bone-cracking sound rang out clearly in the deathly silent conference room.

With that crisp sound, the mutant's claws, which were capable of tearing through steel plates and were indestructible, were crushed to pieces by the terrifying power that erupted from Su Hui's five fingers with a single hand!

The white bone fragments pierced the dark purple skin, and blood mixed with a foul stench dripped down.

"Roar—Awooo!"

The excruciating pain caused the once-arrogant Alpha-class mutant to let out an extremely shrill scream!

Its massive body trembled violently from the sudden, intense pain.

For the first time, the bloodthirsty red light in his eyes was replaced by horror and fear.

However, this is only the beginning.

Su Hui exerted force with his five fingers, gripping tightly into the flesh of the mutant, his power continuously erupting.

He suddenly yanked his arm.

He easily swung the mutated body, which weighed over a ton and was full of explosive power, with one hand.

Like a broken rag doll.

"boom--!!!"

A loud bang.

The mutant's massive body was slammed hard against the hard special alloy wall of the conference room by Su Hui.

The entire room shook violently, the ceiling lights flickered a few times, and a few specks of dust fell down.

The sturdy alloy wall was smashed into a shocking dent by the mutated creature's massive body, with countless spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards.

The mutant's massive body slumped to the ground like mud, emitting painful moans, its previous ferocity completely gone.

Vulnerable!

This series of changes happened so fast it was breathtaking.