Chapter 67: Resident Evil?!

Huanghun's slightly derogatory words hadn't been spoken for more than a few minutes before that group of agents began to take action.

It was just unclear whether it was because they knew the identity in advance or what, but the other party's actions always felt a bit inexplicably obvious in Blade's eyes.

"They... is this technique too unprofessional?" Blade asked.

Huanghun shook his head, "It's not unprofessional, it's that there's a problem. Someone definitely tipped them off, their command is secretly coordinating here."

"Then what should we do?" Blade continued to ask. If there was some kind of tacit understanding between the two groups of people present, then the plan to lure the snake out of the hole would be completely aborted.

"Very simple, add some ingredients for them. Since they don't dare to put things on the table, then I'll help out," Huanghun pressed the detonator he had been playing with in his hand.

Boom, boom. Following the sound of the explosion, a thick black smoke emerged from the basement of Amod Pharmaceutical Company.

When the smoke swirled in the street and was seen by countless people, this matter was already very difficult to suppress, at least it couldn't be hidden from their biggest boss.

The command personnel of the agent team also realized this point and immediately switched from the "open and aboveboard" mode, and their attitude also became extremely tough.

Several agents stopped the Amod Company personnel, and after showing fake credentials, the remaining personnel carried guns and began to walk towards the basement.

"I'll try to mix in later to see if I can find any clues. You wait here for me," Huanghun said, changing his face again.

He couldn't enter the basement through Amod Company's defense facilities to search for clues by himself, but now the most difficult part had already been handled by someone helping.

Just as Huanghun was preparing to set off, an accident occurred. The agents who had begun to file in suddenly all ran out, and many people's limb behaviors reflected their panic.

Immediately after, the sound of chains dragging on the ground grew louder. Soon, a terrifying freak over two meters tall, with muscles exposed all over, walked out of the basement.

The freak's face was completely blocked by wantonly growing muscles, with only two eyes still exposed. Four thick iron chains were embedded in its back, seemingly used to restrict its behavior, only now they didn't seem to be playing a role.

On the freak's right hand, an agent whose chest had been pierced was struggling constantly, and tentacle-like cellular bodies were constantly extending upward from the wound, completely stretching the agent's skin open.

"Tyrant??!" Aniya was a bit suspicious of her own eyes for a moment. That thing looked extremely similar to the Tyrant in the movie, "Isn't that something from a movie?"

"Vampires are too, didn't you see them?" Huanghun said, taking out a few gas masks and throwing them to his daughter and Blade, "Put them on. Although this should just be a product of human experimentation, not some T-virus, but you always have to be prepared for the unexpected."

Blade finished his protection. The struggle of the agent in the Tyrant's hand below completely ended. The moment life ended, the agent's entire body melted, and the scattered cells surged into the Tyrant's body like water.

The Tyrant remained quiet and continued to try to move forward. After walking two or three steps, the chains behind it tightened completely, and black inscribed spells lit up on the chains.

After the spells lit up, the force exerted by the chains seemed to increase significantly. No matter how hard the Tyrant tried, it couldn't move forward anymore.

Blade carefully observed those spells. He didn't recognize most of them, but Blade felt he had seen a few of them somewhere.

A flash of inspiration passed. Blade remembered, it was Johnson's magic ritual! The patterns in the magic ritual remaining on the roof that day were ten or even nine points similar to the spells here!

Now, the composition of this Tyrant below suddenly became complicated. Magic plus biotechnology, who knew if there were other things mixed in!

After discovering that the Tyrant couldn't move forward and their colleague who had become a hostage had completely died, the agents began to output firepower without any scruples.

Bullets hit the Tyrant, unable to even break through the outer muscles, and were directly bounced to the side. The situation with grenades and other ordinary thermal weapons was the same; the shock waves, fragments, and high temperatures produced couldn't cause actual damage to the Tyrant.

At this time, an agent directly took out a "thermite" grenade. This thing was generally used to deal with armored weapons, such as armored vehicles or tanks.

The agent raised his right hand, and the grenade accurately hit the target. The pink powder mixture was directly ignited by the igniter, erupting with a high temperature of up to two thousand degrees.

This temperature ignited the ground, scorched the air, and completely turned the Tyrant into a fire man, but it failed to melt the chains behind the Tyrant.

The enraged Tyrant no longer tried to move forward. He raised his right hand, and streams of something unknown surged from his body into his arm.

*Pop! * The Tyrant's right arm directly exploded, and muscle bundles wriggling like large intestines shot out from it at a very fast speed, just like a spider web used for hunting.

The muscle bundles directly pierced several agents standing in front of the Tyrant. *Gurgle, gurgle*, the muscle bundles surged in reverse, like a straw, directly sucking the agents in as if they were jelly.

After absorbing the flesh and blood of several agents, the flames on the Tyrant's body surface were suddenly suppressed. On the Tyrant's right shoulder, a tumor-like mass directly exploded, revealing a disgusting eye full of bloodshot, greedily looking at all life around it.

With the occurrence of the aberration, the spells on the chains behind the Tyrant became even brighter, as if it wasn't targeting the Tyrant, but something hidden in the Tyrant's body.

*Ugh~*

Huanghun couldn't help but retch. He didn't even make eye contact with that eye; just one look made him very uncomfortable.

Blade's heart tightened. There was also spiritual pollution?! What kind of hodgepodge was this!

"Don't look directly at those aberrated parts!" Blade switched to werewolf form and instructed.

Aniya, standing next to him, nodded. She also felt uncomfortable, but not as severely as Huanghun.

After the eye of aberration appeared, the Tyrant became even crazier. Furthermore, the solid muscles on his body began to loosen, moving back and forth on the body surface like water.

Suddenly, a mouth split open from the Tyrant's abdomen, and several tongues shot out from it.

The agents who were retreating in a panic couldn't react in time. Their bodies were either pierced or licked, and they lost consciousness within seconds, being dragged towards the Tyrant by the tongues.

As more and more flesh and blood were absorbed, the degree of aberration of the Tyrant's body became greater and greater.

Compared to what it was now, that terrifying appearance at the beginning seemed so normal.

It was just that there was no skin and a bit more muscle; it was better than having a mouth growing on the stomach, tongues flailing like tentacles, and intestine-like muscles leaking from the exploded right arm, dragging on the ground and leaving a pool of mucus. ===== CHAPTER 68 =====