Chapter 95: I

He runs, he chases, Tang Mi has nowhere to flee.

Seeing Jason closing in, Tang Mi gritted his teeth and hurled the large-dose anesthetic syringe—whether it would hit, he had no idea.

There was no choice; he could only gamble on luck.

Swish!

The syringe struck a tree branch, fell, and landed right on target—his luck was good.

Jason glanced at the large syringe stuck in his kidney area; behind both masks, his tiny eyes filled with confusion. He tilted his head, shook his body—seemed a bit numb.

Pop!

Reached out, snapped it off.

Tossed it aside, charged forward again.

As for all these people suddenly appearing?

Didn’t care. Kill, kill, kill…

In comparison, Tang Mi was far smarter. Seeing so many people and those terrifying weapons, he dove straight into the lake. The next second—

Gunfire erupted.

Taptaptap!!!

Fierce firepower exploded—flames blue as hell roared, each bullet capable of taking a life.

This was the machine gun, one of the heaviest weapons.

Beside the machine gun, a dozen automatic rifles fired in unison.

Yet even this concentrated fire only pushed Jason back—he didn’t shed a single drop of blood, though his clothes became tattered.

Andre, personally operating the machine gun, whistled in surprise, then grew excited—this was far more formidable than any beast.

Bullets can’t hurt you, huh?

What about grenades?

He pulled the pins and hurled five or six grenades at once.

Boom!!

The ground churned up soil, smoke filled the air, trees blazed fiercely.

But…

Jason’s towering figure emerged from the flames and smoke like a demon god, still wearing his mask, his hatchet broken, his body ragged, covered in rotting flesh—but his ferocious aura remained undiminished.

Then he sprinted, leaped, ran forward, landed—distance drastically reduced—and hurled the broken blade.

Andre’s pupils shrank; he barely dodged with reflexes, roaring, “Flamethrowers—now!”

Flamethrowers ignited at once—several fierce fire serpents lashed out, Peihezhebuduanshejidejiqiang ， Xiangshiyimeimeihuoliuxingyiyangjizhongjiesen 。

And Jason simply stood there, taking it all—no dodging, no blocking.

Bullets, mingled with fire, tore through his wounds, blasting larger holes into his body—but soon, bullets were pushed out from the wounds, and his injuries began healing rapidly.

Even the flames burned him briefly, scorching and blackening his flesh, before new skin and muscle slowly grew back.

Meanwhile—

He was still advancing!

Louis, witnessing this, immediately activated his Blood Curse Pearl—eighteen exploded at once.

Jason finally paused again, blood first trickling from his nose and mouth—but it did little. Soon, he pressed forward again, enduring fire and bullets.

“Fuck! Bring out the rocket launcher!”

“Wait!”

The rocket launcher’s power could surely shatter Jason—but shattered, he’d become even harder to handle.

Louis wasn’t ready to do that—not yet.

As for now…

Louis looked toward the lake.

Illusionary Light Technique—activate!

A hazy figure gradually coalesced, sharpened—a middle-aged woman, smiling warmly.

“Jason! Look who this is!”

Jason ignored it, kept charging—until a bullet’s impact slightly shifted his angle, and his peripheral vision caught the figure. His entire body froze.

Fire and bullets still rained down, but Jason no longer resisted—only stared, dumbfounded, at the figure.

Louis exhaled.

His backup plan had worked.

Since he couldn’t determine whether Jason’s strength was mid- or late-stage, Louis prepared heavy firepower; and knowing Jason was a mama’s boy with low intelligence, how could Louis not exploit this weakness?

Now it was clear—everything he’d done was correct.

Blood Curse Technique was indeed ineffective against Jason—his undead resilience and regeneration far exceeded that of the Flesh-Eating Demon; mere blood-based organ destruction wouldn’t suffice.

But since he responded to this, things would be easier now.

Jason’s strength was immense, but compared to his undead resilience and regeneration, it was child’s play—many methods could bind him.

Machine guns fell silent. Flamethrowers shut down.

Thick chains, as thick as arms, began wrapping around him.

Jason made no movement at all—only stared blankly at his mother.

In truth, Jason’s mental age was very low; he was still a child when he drowned. All these years, due to resurrection by the Book of the Dead, his mind hadn’t matured—it had regressed further, becoming more vacant. In a sense, he truly was a child.

Under these conditions, as long as no direct harm was done, Jason would remain in his dazed state.

Andre gave a signal; two members cautiously approached, securing him with shackles, leg irons, handcuffs, and a mouth gag.

Then Louis controlled the illusion, slowly guiding it toward the parked vehicles by the lake.

Jason tried to follow—but bound, he could barely walk, and suddenly went berserk, breaking free of his daze.

His strength surged—thick iron chains groaned under the strain.

Louis, Andre, and the others watched tensely.

Time passed slowly.

Jason ultimately couldn’t break the layered chains—he’d been resurrected too few times, hadn’t gained enough enhancement.

But he remained wildly agitated, thrashing constantly—moving him now would be dangerous.

Louis created another illusion—but it worked less effectively this time; it calmed him slightly, yet he still struggled and writhed.

At that moment—

A head surfaced from the water: “Show Jason the scene of him with his mother!”

It was Tang Mi—who, as a child, had once resembled Jason enough to make him freeze, allowing Tang Mi to turn the tables and kill him. Tang Mi knew this weakness well.

Louis paused, adjusting the light slightly. Ripples spread across the lake’s edge; beside the middle-aged woman, a child’s silhouette gradually appeared—faint, indistinct, but clearly the two walked together toward another direction.

Jason fell still. He lifted his head, his body wriggling like a caterpillar on the ground, desperately trying to crawl toward his mother, to reclaim his home.

Watching this, Louis suddenly felt like a child trafficker.

Yeah—a child who’d killed countless people, a veritable vice squad captain.

Louis guided him thus, leading Jason into a specially forged steel cage. Locks snapped shut, chains interlocked, trapping Jason completely within.

Eight or nine men heaved together, lifting the cage and Jason onto the truck bed.

Until the very last moment before the truck closed, Jason’s gaze remained fixed on the mother-and-child illusion by the lake—motionless.

Click!

The truck door shut. Silence fell.

Now, I’ve subdued the mama’s boy, Jason!

(End of Chapter)