The Doctor

He wore a pure gold four-star researcher badge on his chest, his face was thin, his eyes were sunken, and his narrow eyes pulsated with a morbid rationality.

Doctor Chu is one of the top leaders in the Gene Sequence research at the Base City.

The sudden sound of the electronic door opening shattered the silence inside.

A fully armed special operations captain, clad in a black exoskeleton Battle Armor, strode in, stopped ten paces away, stood at attention, and saluted. "Reporting, Doctor, something's happened in Black Street."

Doctor Chu paused slightly with his pipette, without even looking up. "Iron Wolf succeeded? He sent over that S-Rank Water-Purification Mother Specimen?"

"No..." The special operations captain swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "The Iron Wolf Gang is completely wiped out. Iron Wolf, Bao Gu, and the Four Second-Tier Bosses are all dead."

Clatter

The pipette fell back into the test tube rack.

Doctor Chu slowly straightened up, turned his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly behind his glasses. "Did the Public Security Army get involved? Or was it the Black Tiger gang of hyenas?"

"Neither." The special operations captain activated the Light Screen on his wristwatch, projecting a blurry post-war holographic image. "The one who did it... was the target's biological brother, the inferior Mortal Body codenamed 0492, Chen Fan."

"Based on the residual traces of Hidden Force damage and the torn metal fractures at the scene, Iron Wolf's high-pressure Alloy mechanical arm was torn apart by hand, and the Chainsaw was shredded from the front. The entire engagement lasted less than ten seconds."

A brief silence fell over the laboratory.

Only the faint buzzing of the life support device could be heard.

Doctor Chu stared at the Iron Wolf corpse on the Light Screen, which had been decapitated with a single blow. His fingers gently stroked his chin, and a nervous flush suddenly appeared on his originally cold expression.

"Inferior Mortal Body? A radiation-damaged good-for-nothing without awakened Superpowers?"

He suddenly chuckled softly, the laughter growing louder and louder, carrying a chilling fervor.

"Tearing apart Third Tier mechanical arm with bare hands, slaying Half-Step Third Tier killer within ten seconds... This isn't Superpower, this is the most perfect physical mutation! It's the ultimate embryo that has broken through the third level of the Genes Lock and even touched the fourth level of cellular self-healing!"

"Those brother and sister possess Creation far beyond our imagination."

Doctor Chu slammed the heavy metal experimental file shut, his eyes gleaming with the dissecting desire of a wild beast locking onto its prey. "Notify the Execution Department to activate both Yaksha Heavy Mecha. The entire Seventh Special Operations Squad, carrying the Ordered Energy-Suppression Bolt accompany them."

He slowly took off his white coat, put on a crisp black officer's uniform, and tucked two Gauss Vibration Short Blades behind his waist.

"Prepare the vehicles, blockade the Black Streets of the lower town."

I must go and meet our distinguished new neighbors in person.

A small building in the center of the Black Street, with a second-floor balcony.

The morning breeze was slightly cool.

Chen Fan was bending down, teaching Chen Xi how to scoop out canned yellow peaches with a small spoon, his movements as gentle as an ordinary older brother.

Without warning, Chen Fan's fingers, which were holding the spoon, paused slightly.

He slowly raised his eyelids, his gaze passing over the layers of dilapidated tin roofs of the Black Street, piercing through the heavy, lead-gray radiation clouds, and landing directly on the towering white tower in the Upper City.

Chen Fan withdrew his gaze from the sky, his expression calm.

He placed the small, rough porcelain bowl filled with peach chunks on the bedside table, then casually pulled out a small plastic spoon from the side and handed it to Chen Xi.

"Eat slowly, there are still two pieces left in your bowl."

Chen Xi held the bowl in both hands, looked up, and asked, "Brother, is someone outside?"

"A few lost stray dogs."

Chen Fan ruffled the girl's disheveled hair and turned to walk towards the bedroom door.

As he stepped across the threshold, he casually traced a half-circle with his right index finger on the inside of the Alloy door frame.

The Miniature Divine Kingdom floating within the Qi Sea trembled slightly, and a wisp of chaotic Taiji energy, gray and white in color, silently penetrated deep into the lock core and steel plate.

The entire blast-proof iron door instantly solidified into one piece. Unless a heavy bunker buster is used to completely level the building from above, external shocks and toxic gases will not be able to penetrate it in the slightest.

"Lock the door shut. Don't come out unless I call you."

"Um!"

Chen Xi nodded emphatically and obediently locked the latch in place.

Chen Fan's steady footsteps echoed in the corridor.

He stepped onto the second-floor balcony via the iron spiral staircase and pushed open the heavy blinds.

At the end of the long, Black Street where the morning mist had not yet dissipated, the ear-piercing sound of steel clanging was approaching from afar.

Three heavy riot control armored vehicles, painted entirely in matte black, forcibly rammed open the shacks along the street. Their six solid blast-proof tires rolled over the muddy puddles, splashing up three-meter-high waves.

On either side of the armored vehicle, two "Yaksha" heavy single-soldier Mecha, each three and a half meters tall, followed closely behind with heavy steps.

The exposed, robust hydraulic rods spewed out plumes of pungent, scalding steam as the machine operated. Each time the machine's foot slammed into the ground, the rubble and debris along the entire street seemed to vibrate.

The scavengers who had gathered in the distance hoping to get some scraps scattered instantly, scrambling and crawling into the depths of the sewers and dilapidated tin sheds.

"White-Faced Ghost... it's the White-Faced Ghost Patrol from the Upper City Research Institute!"

"Get hidden! These bastards never leave anyone alive when they capture people!"

The chaotic shouts were quickly crushed by the roar of the Diesel Engine.

Just as Zhang the Lame, who was guarding the entrance of the small building, was about to step forward with his crutch to make a conversation, the sonic destroyer mounted on top of the lead armored vehicle suddenly emitted an invisible shriek.

Zhang the Lame let out a muffled groan, blood gushing from both ears, and his body flew backward seven or eight meters, crashing into an abandoned water bucket and losing consciousness.

The armored convoy, in a crescent formation, completely blocked all passages thirty meters in front of the small building.

The twin 30mm cannons on the Mecha arm slowly raised their muzzles, and crimson infrared targeting lasers crossed and landed on the brick wall of the second-floor balcony.

Chen Fan walked to the edge of the balcony with his hands in his large, old trouser pockets.

He looked down at the imposing array of guns and steel below, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Since you're here, get out here."

The boy's calm voice pierced through the thick morning fog, not loud, but clearly reaching the helmet communicators of every Armed Special Agents present, making the eardrums of several machine gunners ache.

The armored convoy fell into a brief silence.

The explosion-proof door of the extended command vehicle in the middle slid open to the right, and a burst of cold air was ejected from the air pressure valve.

Doctor Chu stepped off the footboard, his military boots gleaming clean.

He wore a crisp black woolen officer's overcoat, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and snow-white gloves, making him stand out starkly from the filthy, smelly environment of the surrounding Black Street.

Behind him followed a burly man nearly 2.2 meters tall, whose exposed skin was covered with grayish-black keratin.

The burly man's pupils were vertical, and a dark red tongue flicked in and out of his mouth; he was none other than "Black Python," the special operations captain of the research institute.

"Clap, clap, clap."

Doctor Chu raised his head, clapped his hands elegantly, and his eyes behind his glasses gleamed with fervent light.

"Such keen reflexes, such exquisite control of breath."