Chapter 91: The Whole Complex Is Full of Fake Persons

Jiang Yuan and Mo Shu's breathing halted completely at this moment.

A tingling scalp was no longer enough to describe Jiang Yuan's feeling now; he felt his very soul trembling.

No doubt.

These "residents"… are all Fake Persons!

This complex is essentially a living nest composed entirely of Fake Persons!

"Clack."

A muffled footstep sounded.

Immediately after.

"Clack, clack, clack, clack…"

Uniform, perfectly synchronized footfalls rose from all directions, merging into a suffocating drumbeat.

Everyone, stepping with the same rigid gait at the same speed, began to close in from all sides toward the unit building where Jiang Yuan and Mo Shu were.

A tightening encirclement formed by the "residents" was taking shape.

Meanwhile.

At the complex entrance, inside the command vehicle.

Wang Zhangzhi's complexion grew unprecedentedly solemn; when Ghost said, "There are only four actual households," he knew something terrible was happening.

He abruptly looked outside, and the elderly men and women loitering in front of the special police vehicle also fell silent at the same moment.

They stopped shouting, stopped making a ruckus, and stopped calling out.

Some of them silently got up from the ground.

Everyone, at this moment, stared with hollow, numb eyes at the fully armed special police.

"Open fire!"

Wang Zhangzhi's pupils contracted; his voice, without hesitation, traveled through the earpiece to every special police officer!

He didn't even issue a warning to the other side.

Because he knew that warning was meaningless against these inhuman things!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The rapid gunfire instantly ripped the night sky!

Facing a hail of bullets, the elderly men and women made no attempt to dodge; they kept marching with stiff steps, pressing forward!

Bullets struck them, yet couldn't even pierce their flesh!

"Switch to Special Ammo!"

A Captain roared the order.

The special police swiftly swapped magazines; the silver Special Ammo glimmered with a dangerous light under the dim streetlamps.

Bang!

A Special Ammo round precisely hit a "elderly woman" in the forehead.

This time, it finally had an effect!

The woman's head snapped back like a watermelon struck by a hammer, but what burst open wasn't the usual red-and-white flesh!

"Screeeee—!"

A high-pitched screech unlike any human sound rang out!

Her head split open at the center, countless writhing flesh-colored tentacles poured out, her body swelled and twisted, her clothes tore, and in an instant she became a monster of twisted flesh and wildly dancing tentacles!

"Fire incendiary rounds!" Wang Zhangzhi gritted his teeth, his voice cold as ice.

Several incendiary rounds were fired, landing in the densest cluster of Fake Persons, exploding with a roar, and orange‑red flames instantly engulfed a dozen Fake Persons.

However, those monsters only writhed and shrieked in pain within the flames, their movement slowed, yet they still did not fall.

Watching the scene outside the vehicle turn into a monster playground, watching the endless, black mass of monsters.

Wang Zhangzhi realized that in this situation, not even attempting to rush in to rescue anyone, merely holding the entrance without it being breached would be a success.

His mind raced.

Their numbers were massive, extremely hard to kill, and they were even unafraid of fire...

If only there were a way to slice them apart directly.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Wang Zhangzhi's mind.

Right, there's a person.

He might be able to resolve the current situation.

Wang Zhangzhi hesitated not at all; first he pressed his earpiece button and issued a command over the internal channel:

"Jiang Yuan! Mo Shu! Listen!"

"Cease fighting, don't linger! Immediately find a way to move upward! Find a building rooftop! I will dispatch a helicopter to pick you up!"

"Hold on in the meantime!"

Wang Zhangzhi's voice, like a lamp lit in desperate darkness, gave the two surrounded by monsters a near‑death yet unmistakably clear objective!

After issuing the order, he immediately grabbed another encrypted Communicator and dialed headquarters.

"Relay to Wei Gong, I have urgent Intelligence to report!"

It possesses the ability to corrupt the entire complex into a nest.......

Clearly, the Fake Persons' rating has reached A.

It is far beyond what a single investigative task force can handle.

At the unit building entrance.

Wang Zhangzhi's command revitalized Jiang Yuan and Mo Shu's near‑collapse spirits.

Move upward!

Helicopter!

We're saved!

But now, hope is so far away.

Behind them, the three monsters that had been suppressed for half a day were now completely berserk, their roars drawing ever closer.

Before them, a black mass of Fake People had already pressed up to the entrance of the residential building!

Ha!

Jiang Yuan's will to survive ignited completely; he let out a roar and kicked the metal trash can beside him!

The heavy trash can let out a huge noise, rolling and smashing into the several Fake People at the front, temporarily hindering their steps.

Run!

He grabbed Mo Shu's icy hand, no longer hesitating, pulling her as he charged out of the unit door and into the 'street' formed by Fake People!

Desperate escape, officially begins!

The two ran with all their might, surrounded by expressionless faces and hollow eyes.

These Fake People tried to grab them, but Jiang Yuan and Mo Shu were too fast, their bodies weaving through the gaps in the crowd, each time barely dodging by a hair's breadth.

Just then, a scene that made the two's stomachs churn occurred.

A running 'child', unknown who tripped them, fell with a thud.

Its tiny head, like a low-quality plastic toy, hit the ground and cracked open instantly!

What poured out was not brain matter.

But a writhing, viscous, flesh-colored tentacle!

These tentacles, as if alive, lightning-fast wrapped around the leg of a nearby 'mother' Fake Person who was about to help it.

The 'mother's' body stiffened, and then, in the two's horrified gaze, her lower leg began to melt, flesh and bone turning into the same flesh-colored substance, perfectly merging with the tentacles that had surged from the 'child's' head.

This cognition-subverting scene almost made Jiang Yuan and Mo Shu vomit on the spot.

After running for a while.

C Building!

In the chaos, Jiang Yuan's gaze locked onto a distant building that was clearly not yet fully completed, with scaffolding on its facade, the tallest structure!

On the sign below the building, a big 'C' was written!

He shouted at Mo Shu: 'The completed buildings are definitely full of Fake People! Going in is a dead end! Only there is there a chance!'

Mo Shu immediately understood; the two adjusted their direction and sprinted toward C Building!

One hundred meters!

Fifty meters!

Twenty meters!

They could see the gate of C Building right before them!

Suddenly!

On another perpendicular side road, a large group of Fake People similarly surged out!

These Fake People seemed to have anticipated their route, waiting there in advance, instantly blocking the sole entrance to the front of C Building!

Jiang Yuan and Mo Shu's steps came to an abrupt halt.

They were completely blocked in the middle of this narrow road.

Ahead, a newly appeared wall of Fake People.

Behind, a tide-like army of Fake People pursued.

No way to escape.

The two stood back-to-back, panting heavily, watching the expressionless faces approaching synchronously from front and rear.

A strong sense of danger, like icy seawater, completely engulfed them.