Chapter 676: Humanoid Weapon

Limping.

In the abnormal hot weather, Yang Zhen'gang, walking like a zombie, felt a chill in his heart.

The scorching sun could not dispel this chill.

His hands and feet moved together, his walking posture like someone who just learned to walk.

His right hand gripped a spear.

His wounds healed, as if in a dream.

After that man took out an hourglass-shaped object, his right hand actually grew out directly.

Wanting to cry but no tears.

Feeling his body not under his control, as he step by step walked toward the building, his inner heart kept cursing.

I just wanted to rob something, I robbed twice, and encountered two monsters.

Really, that's damn unlucky.

His heart pounded wildly.

I don't know what method that mysterious person used, but my body was actually turned into a puppet, completely not obeying his commands.

Watching the broadcasting building gradually approach, the man's face looked extremely grim.

Broad, connected as one, the glass curtain wall reflecting sunlight resembled a man-eating beast.

He wanted to escape, but his body wouldn't obey.

Three hundred meters behind him.

Lin An stood expressionless in place, his right hand making empty motions, as if fiddling with something.

He obtained some information from Yang Zhen'gang's mouth.

Inside the broadcasting building ahead, there were survivors and also monsters.

I don't know what the monsters look like, but this squad, upon just one encounter, was like being mentally controlled by the opponent and unable to move.

And the opponent's leader is merely an ordinary person, Yang Zhen'gang is quite certain of that.

There are not few people inside the building, only two or three Awakened Ones, and they are the weak kind.

But it's precisely because of the monster hidden behind this group of people that they were frightened.

Under their coercion, Yang Zhen'gang and others could only stay in this street, unable to go anywhere else.

In speculation.

Yang Zhen'gang thought that the monster behind this group of mysterious people seemed to be raising them like livestock.

It's not that they haven't tried to escape, but each time they were caught and brought back.

Therefore.

Upon seeing Lin An arrive on a motorcycle that was obviously a prop, several people then had greedy thoughts.

They were afraid, afraid that if they and others were kept for another period of time, something big would happen.

Upon learning this, Lin An couldn't help but feel wary.

Monsters staying together with humans?

That at least means that the existence inside the broadcasting building has a certain level of intelligence.

The reason for the disappearance of the Long'an Search Team is estimated to be inseparable from this monster.

Including the surrounding area, zombies that mysteriously disappeared.

Such means, indeed, are not something Awakened Ones could do.

If it is third rank, or a special existence, then it would be somewhat troublesome.

After using mental power to probe, Lin An indeed discovered a layer of mental power barrier.

It's not very strong, but unexpectedly, it prevented him from seeing through what was inside.

Simply.

Lin An chose to use telekinesis to control Yang Zhen'gang, to explore inside.

This also counts as testing a new use of telekinesis.

Thanks to frequently using telekinesis in battle.

On a sudden whim, Lin An wanted to test whether humans could serve as a 'weapon', erupting with combat power under telekinesis control.

Anyway, as long as the limbs are controlled, combined with his data-driven combat skills, it's just like a remote-controlled robot.

After injecting a portion of the power of the Death Seed into Yang Zhen'gang's body to serve as a recovery energy source.

Lin An felt the effect should be good.

Just getting started, the way of control is still not very familiar.

With the enhancement of super-effective thinking, the control effect also kept getting better.

In just a few short seconds, from a staggering step to agile movement.

Under control, Yang Zhen'gang began to sprint wildly.

"Stop!"

"Return to where you belong!"

Inside the broadcasting building, the original survivors noticed the tragic cries coming from the commercial street.

Due to lacking military training, they then hurriedly grabbed guns and lay prone at the window.

A slightly older middle-aged man, holding a rifle, aimed firmly at the sprinting man.

His gun was brand new; at a glance you could tell it was a weapon issued by Long'an Base.

Unmoved.

Under his frantic sprint, Yang Zhi'gang's speed kept increasing, only his facial expression was somewhat twisted.

He really wanted to yell, but it wasn't that he was running.

But that mysterious person was right behind him, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

It's over, this time it's really over.

Bang!!

A crisp gunshot rang out, striking his straight line of frantic running.

He didn't dodge.

Instead, his speed increased again.

Seeing the strangely behaving Yang Zhigang about to enter the building, the survivors inside could no longer hold back.

Force him back!

Go notify Boss Xuan!

His expression was urgent.

Looking at this somewhat panicked group, Lin An frowned slightly.

Looks like.

This group of survivors suspected of sticking together with monsters—are they weak?

Lack of training is forgivable, but they are weak in strength and have no method in their actions and judgments.

If it weren't for the possibility that mutants or monsters might be hiding behind them?

Just Yang Zhen'gang's squad alone could toy with them to death.

Gunshots rang out one after another.

Unexpectedly, the originally fearful Yang Zhen'gang suddenly changed his usual behavior.

In panic, the wildly fired bullets formed a dense bullet rain.

Shattered stones flew wildly, bullets shot out.

But under Lin An's control, Yang Zhen'gang, who couldn't possibly dodge the bullets, moved like a fish through the bullet rain.

Bend the waist, sidestep, change steps.

Precise, an evasive posture worthy of being called art, it left everyone stunned.

They watched as Yang Zhen'gang's weird posture—teeth bared, mouth split, waist bent—forced him to dodge a sweep of fire, and they couldn't help feeling a chill.

That painful expression didn't look fake.

This person, how could he feel so weird!?

The controlled Yang Zhigang cursed inwardly again and again.

Under forced telekinetic control, his hands and feet would sometimes bend 180 degrees, sometimes be forcibly accelerated.

If not for a force constantly repairing his body, he would suspect he had already been paralyzed.

It wandered on the spear tip.

When he smashed through a layer of obstacle and rushed into the building.

The few Awakened Ones hidden inside could no longer hold back.

Use your skills!

Don't let him break in!

It seemed as if there was a shameful secret inside.

A few Awakened Ones hurriedly rushed down from each floor.

The person in charge of guarding the gate also didn't have time to aim, and poured out a hail of bullets.

Relying on the psychic power placed on Yang Zhen'gang's body, Lin An clearly saw the interior of the building.

Ding-ding-ding-ding

Control became increasingly proficient.

Lin An calmly controlled the man, the white spear in his hand swung at high speed, knocking down the bullets.

Like dancing on the blade tip.

Under ultra-efficient thinking and combat rehearsal, a most ordinary white equipment actually turned into an impenetrable silver light.

The bullet struck the spear tip, splitting into two halves.

He leapt forward onto the probe!

On the haloed marble floor.

Yang Zhen'gang looked at his waist with heart-pounding fear, and instantly a burst of power erupted, propelling him forward.

He bent forward, lowered his waist, and twisted his right hand to exert force.

The spear suddenly thrust out, shattering the incoming bullet rain, then thrust forward again.

Boom!!

The erupting force instantly sent a survivor holding a rifle flying.

The weapon in his hand was pierced through by this precise thrust.

Damn!!

My hand, it's about to break!

Under Lin An's control, Yang Zhen'gang felt his muscles screaming and his bones breaking inch by inch.

This move is cool, worthy of being called art.

But the cost is the body operating beyond its limits.

The spear tip lifted, turning into a whistling arc.

Whoosh!!

The fierce wind's sound brushed past the survivors who had gathered around, and in an instant a single blow cleared the field.

Looking at Yang Zhen Gang, who seemed reborn like a war god, the survivors here had eyes filled with fear.

What the hell, when did this guy get so strong?!

Especially seeing Yang Zhen Gang's twisted, painful expression, it truly sent chills down one's spine.

"Charge forward! Xuan Lao Da, come out—you're surely dead!"

"Fall back!"

A violent shout.

The Awakened One who burst out of the fire escape shouted loudly with a grim face.

The skills stored in his hand were also ready to be unleashed.

This guy, is he crazy?!

Feeling several skills lock onto him, along with that threatening voice.

Yang Zhen Gang gave a bitter smile in his heart.

"If I could run, I'd have already run!"

"You think I want to charge in here to die?!"

The next second, two fireballs and a skill like acidic liquid shot forth.

Under the skills' lock-on, Yang Zhen Gang had no way to escape.

"Charge again!"

Three hundred meters away, Lin An gave a light chuckle, without hesitation controlling the man to collide with the skill.

"Break!"

A cold gleam thrust out; the high-speed spear left afterimages, shattering the spirit-energy-constructed fireballs.

One strike pierced through.

The torn flames fell on his body, burning the man into wild screams.

His skin turned charred black.

His muscles tore all over, his bones shattered under the explosive force.

Yang Zhen Gang used hands and feet, stumbling as he broke through the blockade, heading straight for the floor beneath Lin An's perception blind spot.