Chapter 105: Fate

"Incredible……"

"It really is too incredible……"

"This strange structure, under what kind of environment exactly could it have formed……"

Researchers in hazmat suits gathered in a circle, their tones filled with excitement and surprise, as if discussing a mysterious topic beyond human cognition.

The corpse on the dissection table in the middle was clearly visible, still wearing an American military uniform no matter how one looked at it, but judging by their heated discussion, spoken so seriously, as if it had surpassed the limits of human anatomy, more like studying some alien lifeform or legendary exotic species.

"……"

"……"

The middle-aged researcher's complexion was pale, he silently blended among them, not daring to voice any objection.

Afraid that merely showing a bit of incongruity would invite some danger.

He keenly noticed that, although his colleagues' dissection techniques were still proficient, just like in those previous human experiments that could not be made public—

When dealing with this American soldier's corpse, there was no difference from wielding the knife on those vagrants and illegal immigrants in the past, whether dead or alive, still using the same human anatomy experience and techniques.

But while their hands were doing this, what they discussed was completely another matter.

——Doing human anatomy, using human anatomy techniques, yet naturally feeling that what they were dissecting was not a human, but another species……

——However, no matter how one looked at it, the corpse lying on the dissection table was still an American soldier who went offline in the recent unrest……

The middle-aged researcher even knew this fellow on the dissection table, probably having known him for an hour or two, although only during the busy late night, when going to get coffee, just happened to exchange a few words.

It was precisely because they knew each other to this extent that he felt the absurdity of the scene before him extremely intuitively—

A feeling of madness tinged with a hint of sickness.

Listening to the surrounding discussions, one could understand this was not out of hellish jokes or racial discrimination remarks, but their true inner thoughts.

These people truly believed they were studying a creature never seen before, bursting with great enthusiasm.

Some could not bear such contrast and shock, found an excuse, the middle-aged researcher quietly retreated, changed back into his original clothes, and walked out of the tent.

He gritted his teeth with difficulty, shivering all over as he scanned the surroundings, blown by the cold morning wind, he shivered.

Those bird-beak masks were gone, seemingly disappearing quietly at some moment after dawn. Disappearing along with them was that black-haired, black-eyed young man; he was gone, but the influence he brought had not disappeared.

Jackson Lieutenant Colonel was commanding the remaining soldiers to redeploy defenses……

The researchers who rushed back were studying the American soldier as if possessed by demons……

——Everyone completely failed to notice anything wrong.

Even the Intelligence Bureau side seemed not to realize what had happened, as if the satellites in the sky could not monitor anything……The middle-aged researcher couldn't help but suspect that if he queried satellite images at this time, he might only see fake camp images.

So to speak.

Is this the reason those things could never be probed all these years?

Now it seems, perhaps it's not that they couldn't be probed, but even if probed, they couldn't be discovered……Thinking of Jackson Lieutenant Colonel and their abnormal state, the middle-aged researcher couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.

——Report it?

——No, that definitely has no meaning.

After all, everyone is like this, he doesn't think he can bypass that person's restriction to do anything……and doesn't dare to do it either.

To put it bluntly, a middle-aged man like him no longer has any great ambitions, nor any fanatical patriotism or loyalty toward that America; he just wants to live himself, and has no intention of sacrificing himself for righteousness.

As a smart person, the middle-aged researcher clearly knew he was not an exception; it was only because of his own cleverness that he was let off.

Looking at the camp's current eerie atmosphere, recalling the scenes from not long ago—

The missing people, no one noticed……

The extra people, no one cared……

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth hard, whatever, anyway as long as he could survive! Even if things were exposed later, he could pretend he had long become like everyone else, controlled by some evil witchcraft!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

In the distance, the sound of propellers came, violently blowing the airflow.

An armed helicopter also stayed on the helipad, people inside the cabin were shouting, and several sturdy soldiers were carrying a rectangular metal box toward the helicopter.

Several people laboriously moved the heavy metal box into the cabin.

Not long.

The helicopter took off, rapidly gained altitude, flew toward the distance, soon becoming a small black dot at the end of the sky, until completely disappearing.

The middle-aged researcher withdrew his gaze, he knew what that was.

Compared to the object those demon-possessed colleagues were studying, the heavy metal box was what truly sealed something extraordinary……It was a bird-beak mask.

He personally saw that young man commanding such a thing, lying into that metal box, and using a natural tone, "persuading" Jackson Lieutenant Colonel to transport this thing back as loot.

It would be transported to the nearest military base.

Perhaps after that, it would be sent directly across the ocean.

The middle-aged researcher didn't know what exactly that was planning, nor what purpose that strange existence wanted to achieve by this, but he felt it wouldn't be anything good.

Of course, these had nothing to do with him anymore; he could only pretend not to know.

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On the other side.

After breakfast, Xia Zhi also leisurely took the chuuni Master out.

Reviewing the usage of that Noble Phantasm, he felt it was still relatively convenient; although the number of Killing Hunters was currently limited, only a few hundred; and individual strength was limited, probably just much stronger than an adult.

But they only execute the releaser's will, do not fear, do not retreat, that is a very good advantage.

Moreover, they are not truly living beings, have no flesh and blood, so it's hard for ordinary people's attacks to eliminate them.

Plus as long as the Noble Phantasm remains deployed, Killing Hunters will be continuously replenished; although there is an overall upper limit and cannot exceed this number, the eliminated parts will soon be replenished.

To some extent, this can be seen as strong regenerative ability, as if infinitely resurrecting……

Basically that's it; it seems already enough to make a cameo in the "Friday the 13th" series — of course just a cameo, best to stay limited to the early installments for now.

After all, ever since he debuted in 1980, he tirelessly began the hopeless job of killing; the hundred-man-slayer youth Jason, who consecutively starred in twelve horror movies, has already evolved abilities like possession, teleportation, electricity manipulation, hacker attacks, and so on.

Individual soldier quality is still somewhat higher, and more comprehensive; this is a place where the Killing Hunter in balance mode cannot compare for the time being.

Moreover, according to test results, once the differentiated quantity reaches or exceeds five hundred people, their strength will begin to be obviously weaker than ordinary people.

If the differentiated quantity is tightly controlled, limited to within thirty people, then they can have ability values approaching a low-grade Servant.

He currently needs to find a reasonable distribution method, best to piece together a few so-called captain-grade Killing Hunters, possessing higher combat strength, while also trying not to let the quantity of ordinary Killing Hunters decay severely.

"Good morning, classmate Fu..."

Walking to the apartment building's downstairs, Xia Zhi smiled cheerfully and greeted Fu Yuta Togashi.

"G-good morning..."

Fu Yuta Togashi was still somewhat restrained; he also returned a greeting, then asked somewhat uneasily: "Mr. Xia Zhi, last night... did something happen?"

"You heard it too? Looks like you weren't asleep at the time?" The youth sized him up, his gaze stopping on the faintly visible dark circles, then nodded and said: "Something did happen, but it was relatively far away, not aimed at us..."

In fact, it was him aiming at someone else.

The so-called "visitors come with ill intent," however he is the visitor.

"Is that so..."

Hearing an authority figure give such a definite statement, Fu Yuta Togashi only then slightly relaxed: "Then I'm relieved."

He was just saying, an insignificant small fry like himself, what virtue or ability could he have.

Definitely impossible for those things to set their sights on him, specifically aim at him, and make such a big fuss for his sake.

"Right, classmate Fu, have you tried the effect of that Contract?"

Xia Zhi smiled faintly, meaningfully saying: "The power brought by transformation is actually quite considerable; if you feel there's a need, at a critical moment you might as well try using it... anyway this is indeed a good card."

"H-how could it..."

Fu Yuta Togashi subconsciously smiled, smiling very forcedly, his denying tone not firm enough.

Simultaneously, the hand holding the bookbag couldn't help but exert slight force; inside the bookbag lay that brilliant Soul Gem — although he was indeed very conflicted, before leaving today he still couldn't bear to bring this thing along.

Is this a very dangerous signal?

Could it be that his subconscious has wavered?

The boy's inner heart couldn't help but let out despairing shouts; he always felt he would sooner or later walk that dangerous road, very subtly having that kind of premonition, as if facing his own destined fate.

(Chapter End)