Chapter 677: Unexpected

Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate again.

Along the fire escape, Yang Zhen Gang climbed at high speed like a monster.

His torn muscles all over his body quickly recovered under the dark mist.

The survivors blocking behind him chased him frantically.

Feeling himself climbing the stairs and walls in a way that defied human movement, Yang Zhen Gang was already somewhat numb.

Can't I just be a person...

I'm human, not a monster...

In a moment of thought, he felt a sigh.

Under control, his speed was truly fast, his judgment truly strong!

He didn't know why.

Recalling the battle just now, he felt only shock.

Turns out, can I really be this strong?

He was only a First Level.

He actually faced bullet spray head-on, and with a broken spear, he forced back the encirclement of four or five Awakened Ones?

That thrust breaking the skill's operation was simply unimaginable.

Before, he wouldn't even dare to think of it.

If he himself fought, he'd probably be turned into a hornet's nest before even rushing into the building.

Being First Level, not Body System, his physical quality was just that.

Strangely.

He actually felt a bit exhilarated.

Under that monster's control, he really was strong...

Perhaps facing a Second Level Awakened One, he could kill the opponent with combat skill?

Speed extremely fast.

Hearing the roar behind him gradually fade, Yang Zhen Gang also realized he would soon have to face that monster.

Thinking of that glance, the fear felt, his originally somewhat excited mood instantly plummeted to the bottom.

But, it was not up to him.

"Boom!"

He turned and launched a flying kick.

Rushing to the 17th floor, he howled as he saw his right leg, under Lin An's control, fiercely kick the heavy iron door.

With clever force, the door hung with several iron chains instantly burst open a gap half a person's height.

Of course, his calf was also crushed into a mess of flesh in this impact.

Rapidly recovering, he exerted force with both hands.

"Squeak—creak"

The grating door-pushing sound rang out; he darted in, squeezing inside.

The putrid smell that hit him made him retch dryly.

So stinky!

Just like corpses soaking in a sewer, fermenting to that stench!

Flies flew wildly; a swarm of flies came at him, making his body stiffen and retch as he stood.

So many...

Corpses!

Three hundred meters away, on the street.

Lin An stared straight at the exterior wall of the 17th floor; the image from Yang Zhi Gang's location was instantly received by him.

Corpse after corpse, like dried clothes, hung in a hall.

Dripping foul-smelling pus gathered on the ground into pools.

Constantly evaporating, then dripping again.

The entire hall floor was covered in dark green stains.

White maggots burrowed in and out, wriggling back and forth on the corpses.

At least over a hundred corpses.

Upon close observation, a chill flashed in Lin An's eyes.

On the corpses, there were obvious cut marks.

But he did not find any corpses of Long An soldiers.

Were they eaten clean? Or are they on another floor?

He did not spare malice in imagining the worst of the survivors here.

Lin An hardly needed to think to realize the corpses here had definitely been gnawed.

But he was somewhat puzzled.

Around here are commercial districts; food shouldn't be scarce, right?

At least when he captured Yang Zhen Gang, he clearly saw that before acting, the other had eaten packaged food, oil still on his mouth not wiped clean.

Is it to feed the monster here?

Everything feels eerie.

Just as Lin An controlled Yang Zhen Gang to approach and inspect, a hurried angry shout came from behind:

Get out!

You're doing this here! Do you want to die?!

After the iron door was flung open by force, a haggard middle-aged man urgently shouted angrily.

He seemed utterly unafraid, like the mutant Yang Zhigang, stepping closer step by step, intending to drag the man out of the hall.

Indeed, he is an ordinary person.

Under Lin An's control, Yang Zhigang's face darkened as he turned his head, his mouth opening and closing.

Controlling his vocal cords, he gave a muffled retort.

You mute corpse sheiii...

You mute, who are you?

The middle-aged man looked at the stiffly turning head, hearing Yang Zhigang speak like a robot, and his face showed surprise.

Even if his reaction was slow, he also realized that the man before him seemed off in every way.

Who are you!!

No, get out quickly! Otherwise I'll kill you!

His brain seemed unable to keep up.

Lin An listened to the middle-aged man's somewhat foolish repeated urging of 'himself' to leave, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

These people seem not to know how to kill.

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't they just attack directly?

What are they advising?

They say it's a threat, but they're actually too hesitant.

Isn't the monster behind coming out yet?

His thoughts raced, and Lin An couldn't help but speculate.

Are these people controlled by the monster?

In the next second, Lin An controlled the man and directly asked:

Do you eat people?

Where is the monster?

Are the Long An people killed by you?

Too lazy to bother with the internal secrets, Lin An also didn't want to waste time figuring out what happened to these people.

The issues he cares about are only these three things, or maybe two.

Seeing Yang Zhenggang pay no heed to his meaning at all, instead questioning himself.

The middle-aged man's face twitched, his right hand gripping his abdomen tightly.

We don't eat people!

What monster!? She is not a monster!

Get lost, you get lost!

Behind, a series of footsteps sounded.

The survivors who had caught up nervously aimed their guns at Yang Zhenggang.

A few Awakened Ones also activated their abilities again.

Boss! Don't waste words with him!

Kill him quickly! Call Xiao Xuan down!

The middle-aged man called boss flashed a hint of hesitation, just staring fixedly at the suddenly monstrous Yang Zhigang.

Xiao Xuan cannot act.

I also don't want...

On the street, Lin An's eyes flashed a silver light.

A strong sixth sense surged in his heart.

Xuan?

Does Xiao Xuan not want to act? Is that the monster's name?

Special event, or special infected?

Thinking of the past life's tragic scenes, Lin An's heart sank.

If it really is a special event, it's an even greater threat than a third-rank mutant!

Without hesitation.

Lin An directly controlled Yang Zhigang, instantly rushing to the middle-aged man's front, the spear thrust out, about to pierce him on the spot.

Don't want to act?

Then I'll force you to reveal yourself!

Power exploded, Yang Zhigang under telekinetic control, the spear in his hand extremely fast, faster than anyone could react.

The moment the gun blade neared the body.

Within Lin An's perception, a strong aura instantly burst from the building.

The psychic power that originally shielded perception instantly dissipated.

Boom!!

The floorboards were pierced.

A red shadow pierced through the floor, the suddenly erupted psychic power crushed Yang Zhigang into a pool of blood mist.

It seemed to feel who the behind-the-scenes operator was.

The sudden red shadow's eyes pierced the thick wall, staring fixedly at Lin An on the street.

That is...

Roar!!

Dragon roar.

On his wrist, the black dragon awoke voluntarily for the first time, turning into a black shadow and rushing toward the building.

In the reflection of his pupils, Lin An looked surprised.

Watching the curtain wall shattered into sky‑filling fragments by a burst of mental power.

He only felt a bit surprised.

That is.

Red‑Clothed Mutant?!

In mid‑air.

The little girl wearing a red dress, barefoot, had her head lowered.

A head of long hair fluttered in the wind.

She indifferently lifted her head; in her blood‑thirsty eyes, streams of mental strikes crashed wildly at the howling black dragon.

Waves of ripples shot through the air.

When enemies met, they were especially hostile.