Chapter 460

The campus had become a slaughterhouse, the air thick with the heavy stench of blood.

The ground was soaked with sticky blood plasma, every step producing a sickening squelch.

The school leaders and important guests were surrounded by security guards, but instead became the primary targets of the monsters' attacks.

Two security guards had just raised their riot shields when the monsters' sharp tail blades cleaved them and their shields in half, entrails and undigested food residue spraying out, glistening with an eerie oil sheen in the sunlight.

The Jiaoyu Director's head flew high into the air, that perpetually stern face frozen in an expression of terror.

The head traced a parabola through the air and slammed heavily into a stele not far away.

The two gilded characters of "No. 8 Middle School" were instantly dyed dark red, ironically lending this stone engraved with pride and achievement a greater sense of historical weight.

Li Shang led the constables in fighting while retreating, the long spear in his hand spitting tongues of fire.

"Maintain fire suppression! Aim for the eyes and joints!" he shouted hoarsely.

Bullets whistled through the smoke, exploding into sparks of metal on the monsters' scale-covered bodies.

Every hit was accompanied by a spray of dark green blood mist, the air instantly filled with a pungent stench of rust—like a formalin jar full of copper rust had been overturned.

But despairingly, those hideous wounds were healing at a visible rate.

This was because the monsters had just rushed into the medical tent and, with their huge, hideous claws, grabbed some strange medical equipment and mounted it on themselves.

The expensive life-saving medical apparatus sponsored by Eternal Life Technology—none of the corpses on the ground had enjoyed it, but the monsters had used it first?

This sci-fi plus fantasy scene impacted Li Shang's brain to the extreme, causing the brain of the man hailed as the Divine Detective to briefly crash.

The monsters were already thick-skinned and tough like they were wearing heavy armor, and now they could even pick up equipment to wear themselves?

A series of explosions suddenly came from afar, the ground trembling as if heavy artillery were bombarding.

But what came was not shells—it was people.

The elites of Jisi Team Three leapt in from outside the wall, almost none using firearms, each holding a hideously shaped cold weapon.

Serrated tactical straight knives, chain-wrapped hook-sickles, and even someone carrying a pair of hydraulic shears two meters long.

Liu Xie led the charge, not even saying a word, before slamming head-on into the monster that looked the fiercest in the field.

Kick off the wall! Turn! Charge!

Three light taps of his toes, his figure traced a sharp Z-shape in the air, fast enough to leave afterimages.

Just as the monster slowly turned its neck, Liu Xie's military boot had already stepped on its crown.

"Pfft—"

Amidst the tooth-aching sound of flesh and bone being squeezed, the monster's head was actually stomped entirely into its chest cavity.

The thick cervical vertebrae snapped joint by joint like tender bamboo shoots, dark green blood spraying out under high pressure from its seven orifices, reflecting a brilliant rainbow under the lights.

Liu Xie used the recoil to spin and leap into the air, his right leg becoming a blurred afterimage.

Amidst the sharp whistle of the whip kick tearing through the air, the waist and abdomen of another monster beside it instantly caved in—like a soda can crushed by a hydraulic press.

Shattered organs mixed with bone fragments sprayed from the monster's mouth, splashing across the concrete ground into an abstract painting.

"Hah"

Liu Xie looked at the beautiful scene before him, his habitually unsmiling face revealing a breathtaking smile.

"Captain, you're so beautiful when you smile!!"

The members of Jisi Team Three showed sincere praise on their faces.

"It's our turn!"

The tall, thin hook-sickle wielder struck first, running three steps and leaping up, the chain clattering as it wrapped around the monster's neck.

Using the momentum of the fall, the monster was strangled until its eyeballs bulged, staggering as it was dragged along, its thick claws plowing deep furrows in the ground.

Crack—

Every move of the hydraulic shear brute carried industrial precision, he aimed specifically at the tendons behind the monsters' knees, and the moment the jaws closed, pale green marrow spurted from the cracked bones like toothpaste.

One monster tried to counterattack, only to find one of its legs bizarrely bent backward.

And the shortest female member fought the most frenziedly, her five fingers forming claws, and with a few swipes she tore open the scales on the monster's abdomen, revealing the wriggling organs inside.

"I'll give you some warmth~"

She gleefully shoved a Molotov cocktail in, the flames traveling along the monster's intestine all the way into its chest cavity, spouting blue-purple tongues of fire from its seven orifices.

Li Shang and the constables of the Patrol Bureau were all stunned, the same thought arising in their hearts simultaneously:

"Jishi Fourth Squad, Team Three is the fiercest, the reputation is well-deserved, and also, no wonder the Jisi people look down on us Patrol Bureau people; compared to them, our Patrol Bureau is indeed a bunch of trash."

The monsters' roars and humans' screams rose and fell, severed limbs and organs thrown through the air, blood and flames flowing on the ground, for a moment it was hard to tell who was the monster and who was human!

Gong Qi's pupils suddenly contracted, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and alarm bells rang wildly in his heart.

He had originally wanted to wait for an opportunity, find the most suitable moment, and at the critical juncture fulfill the little junior brother's request—save Hou Wendong.

But now...

"Big Eater" Second Senior Sister is here, can't drag it out anymore.

Gong Qi narrowed his eyes, his fingertip flicking imperceptibly.

A silver needle as fine as a cow's hair shot through the air, silently piercing into the monster's nostril, while at the same time another silver needle was stuck into Hou Wendong's collar.

The silver needles were coated with some chemical agents, taken from Hong Ya's "Baibao Fang."

Gong Qi usually kept these little trinkets on him; in the past, when bored in prison, he would pick one or two criminals to secretly coat with a bit, then enjoy the show to pass the time.

Only to see the monster's nostrils suddenly twitch violently, its turbid yellow eyeballs abruptly turning toward the direction where Hou Wendong was, and strange "ge ge" sounds coming from its throat.

"Careful!"

Guan Zhong sensed something was wrong and immediately shielded Hou Wendong behind him.

The 9mm bullets fired from his pistol exploded into metal flowers on the scales, the effect comparable to a popcorn machine.

Hou Wendong looked at the monster charging straight at him, his face deathly pale.

He damn well just got out of the hospital, was he going back again? No, this time he was going straight to the incineration plant!

Veins bulged on Guan Zhong's face, a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart, yet his feet seemed rooted to the spot, unmoving, and from his mouth he let out an equally angry roar Dui Zhe the monster.

"Get lost——!"

Guan Zhong's Nu Hao even drowned out the monster's howl, not retreating a single step.

He could allow himself to die here, but he absolutely would not allow Hou Wendong to die here.

Gong Qi's grasp of the timing was exquisite to the millimeter.

Just as Guan Zhong was about to be flattened by the monster, a clean and decisive slide tackle entered the fray, his arms wrapping around the monster's right Leg as if they had no joints.

This was not a contest of brute force, but a clever technique of deflecting a thousand catties with four taels — lightly hooking by borrowing the monster's own forward momentum.

"Crack!"

The monster's thick Jiaokua twisted at an inhuman Horn, the sound of Bone shattering crisp like snapping a stalk of celery.

The massive body tilted forward with a boom, that Eyeball the size of a fist Impartially slammed onto the muzzle of Guan Zhong's gun — the barrel actually stabbed half a chi deep into the iris, viscous Glass body surging out along the rifling.

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