Chapter 104: Successful Integration

"Quick! Quick! I need support!"

"Quick, watch the generator! Don't let them destroy it!"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! What the hell are these things!!"

In the camp, the roars and shouts of the American soldiers, along with the screams of the few researchers remaining in the camp, intertwined with gunfire into a chaotic movement, creating the atmosphere of a war zone in the darkness.

The extremely disorganized attacks, or rather counterattacks, failed to effectively curb the enemy's invasion, instead making the soldiers even more panicked.

On the outskirts of the camp was something ghostly in the darkness.

For a moment they couldn't confirm what it was; because of the lighting it was hard to see clearly, and its movements were very agile, hard to capture.

Only within the illumination range of the camp's searchlights, occasionally catching a glimpse of a swiftly passing black shadow, could they vaguely make out some outlines, but not clearly enough.

From time to time, soldiers who were too close to the outside and comparatively scattered from their companions would let out miserable cries, screaming things like "Bird—!!", and immediately after the miserable cries would abruptly stop, no one knowing what they had seen.

Even if nearby teammates reacted quickly, firing rapidly toward the source of the cries or going to support, there would be no result at all.

And the teammates going offline one after another made the remaining American soldiers feel goosebumps, eyes wide open, gripping their weapons tightly, not daring to relax in the least, their minds going blank with fear.

After all, the surprise attack came so abruptly and without any warning.

Most people in the camp didn't even know how it started, or from which direction the initial commotion spread.

Anyway, by the time they came to their senses, several magazines had already been emptied, and the situation had not improved but instead worsened. The soldiers hadn't even seen clearly what the enemy was.

If the bullets fired actually had any result, it could only be mistakenly shooting their own teammates in that direction.

At this moment, their surroundings were no longer a grand and bright scene; instead, most areas had fallen into darkness. Nearly all the scattered searchlights that had been everywhere before were almost extinguished—either the lights themselves were destroyed, or the generators were destroyed.

Sensing the attackers' cunning, the separated soldiers also began to roar madly, calling on other companions to gather together as much as possible, and reminding everyone to pay attention to the remaining lights nearby at all times.

Crack!

Another crisp sound rang out, and another searchlight not far away shattered in response. As the light went out, that area immediately plunged into lightless darkness.

—Bang!

—Bang bang! Bang bang bang!!

Like a conditioned reflex, the moment they heard the sound, three nearby soldiers immediately opened fire collectively in that direction, the dense gunfire directly drowning out all other sounds.

Only after emptying their magazines did they stop.

A soldier panted heavily, nervously staring fixedly at the darkness over there, as if worried something would rush out from inside. After several seconds, he caught his breath, slightly turned his head, and was about to say something...

But the next moment, he felt as if someone had grabbed his neck, and he couldn't make a sound.

The area behind him was empty.

The two teammates from just now had evaporated silently, leaving not a trace behind.

And at this time, from all directions around, the sounds of gunfire came one after another, the terrified roars of companions, and even the violent booms of grenade explosions!

"…"

"…"

Inexpressible fear wrapped his inner heart; the soldier felt a chill penetrate to his bones. The next moment, he suddenly roared, drew his pistol, turned around, and violently pulled the trigger repeatedly toward the rear!

He guessed right!

A figure wearing a bird-beak mask and a military greatcoat had already approached behind him!

The pistol fired rapidly at close range; only a small portion of the bullets hit empty air, while most of the rest slammed into the body of the bird-beak mask, staggering him a few steps... but only a few steps.

Before the soldier could even breathe a sigh of relief, he despairingly discovered that the bullets had penetrated the greatcoat, even penetrated the mask, but the strange man opposite had not fallen, nor had blood spurted out.

Shen Hou the holes the bullets passed through was only pitch blackness.

As if the thing wrapped up so tightly had nothing but that outer layer of greatcoat and mask; inside there was nothing.

It was empty.

The next moment, the bird-beak mask came before the soldier again; one hand, like an iron clamp, suddenly grabbed his neck, lifting the soldier's entire body up with one arm.

The soldier's face turned red, and he struggled desperately, but the bird-beak mask remained motionless. Shen Hou those black-rimmed lenses, an empty gaze seemed to meet his eyes.

Crack—the sound of a neck bone breaking came.

The strong body became a lifeless corpse, and the bird-beak mask dragged the corpse directly into the darkness.

Gunfire went from dense at first to sparse.

Then it gradually subsided without anyone noticing.

But the bloody smell in the air grew increasingly strong.

"It's over, it's over..."

Inside a certain tent, a middle-aged researcher trembled as he muttered incessantly. He didn't think their side's soldiers had created a miracle; he could only believe that those soldiers outside had all been annihilated.

What to do, what to do...

Right...

And this!

His gaze swept over the computers in the tent; they were still constantly transmitting information, sending the various data collected earlier back across the Atlantic Ocean... or the information could be sent back!

The middle-aged researcher clenched his fist with difficulty and took two steps forward.

But at this moment, the tent was suddenly lifted open—

A figure casually walked in.

He casually glanced, then walked directly toward those computers. The middle-aged researcher's body completely froze, standing motionless in place, not even daring to breathe.

As if facing some primordial giant beast, afraid that a slightly louder breath would draw the other's attention.

He just watched with wide eyes—

The black-haired, black-eyed young man walked up to the computer and began operating it nonchalantly.

"Sure enough, it's still this system, and the version is so old... Well, it's only 2016 over here."

The young man smiled, as if confirming something.

"Let me see if you've hidden anything good."

He tapped the keyboard skillfully, in the ocean of the network, like quietly extending imperceptible tentacles, spreading toward various gateways containing classified data, his gaze skipping over various entries, scanning keywords at ten lines at a glance.

"Interesting……"

After a rough and general browse, the young man seemed to fall into thought, lightly tapping the table with his index finger.

And just at this moment, noisy sounds came from outside.

He raised an eyebrow, glanced at the middle-aged researcher over there, then stood up and walked out. The latter first sighed long as if granted a great pardon, then immediately gritted his teeth, forced himself to follow him out.

At this time, it was Jackson Lieutenant Colonel leading the team back to the camp, under the sky that had already begun to lighten, surveying the mess around the camp.

Perhaps after a few seconds, perhaps after a whole century, this American officer suddenly reacted, his eyes instantly bloodshot, turning crimson: "Damn it! Damn it! What's going on! What's going on!!"

"It's like this, Colonel Jackson, just now some monsters attacked the camp……"

A calm voice came, the black-haired, black-eyed young man stepped forward openly, directly beginning to explain.

"They were very cunning, caused not small destruction to the camp, but fortunately our firepower was enough, we drove them back…… you take a look, they are all monsters never seen before, very strange……"

The Killing Hunters, covered tightly by greatcoats and beak masks, stepped forward one after another, dragging the soldiers' corpses over.

——Just like that, piled together haphazardly.

"Successfully driven back? The data wasn't damaged?" Colonel Jackson asked urgently about the question he cared about most.

"No, they couldn't attack this innermost place……" The young man calmly shrugged.

"That's good, that's good——"

Jackson Lieutenant Colonel looked at the figures of the Killing Hunters surrounding them in a circle, as if heaving a long sigh of relief, the expression on his face finally no longer so ugly: "You did well…… but speaking of which, what are these things? Truly nauseating!"

After simply praising the soldiers a sentence, he looked at the corpses haphazardly on the ground, showing a disgusted expression on his face.

This was not an isolated case; the soldiers who followed Jackson Lieutenant Colonel back also all had such expressions.

Next, this officer also showed the quality of decisiveness, quickly issuing orders requiring the camp to be reorganized, defenses to be redeployed, and people to collect the corpses first, awaiting later research.

Looking at Jackson Lieutenant Colonel's performance……

Looking at that completely strange young man casually greeting people in the camp, even chatting with the soldiers who returned together……

Looking at everyone seeming to completely not notice anything wrong——

This scene made the middle-aged researcher get goosebumps.

(Chapter End)