Besieged on All Sides, Each Shows Their Abilities

The area where the Silver Fox landed was a low-ceilinged corridor of an experimental pod.

Both sides are thick glass observation windows, behind which are floating the remains of various organisms.

Arms covered in scales, hands with two extra fingers.

Three guards in black tactical armor blocked the end of the corridor, the red dots of their electromagnetic rifles landing squarely on her chest.

The squad leader, laughing maniacally over the public chat, "Hahaha, brothers, caught a female! Should we headshot her or capture her alive?"

Guard A: Do we lose bonuses if we capture them alive?

Guard B: He doesn't even have a gun, he's a total freeloader. He looks so wild, tying him up and putting him in solitary confinement will give the brothers a good laugh for days!

Silver Fox snorted coldly and quickly approached the three of them.

The dagger flew out of his hand, smashing a light bulb on the corridor ceiling.

In the half-second that darkness descended, the infrared sights of the three guards automatically switched modes, and a burst of white noise flooded their lenses.

That's enough.

The Silver Fox thrived in the darkness.

She pulled a second knife from her forearm and silently swept it past the first guard.

The Blade sliced through the wrist tendon, and the gun slipped from his hand.

Immediately following up with an elbow strike to the temple, before she even fell, she used the momentum to slide towards the second person.

The squad leader stepped half a step to the side, trying to create firing distance, and his index finger touched the trigger.

Silver Fox gave them no chance, slamming his left palm against the right wall and leaping into the air.

He spread his legs wide, clamped them around the squad leader's neck from above, contracted his muscles, and pressed down hard with his waist.

The sound of bones dislocating echoed in the corridor.

The third guard finally switched his sights, aiming his gun at the pair of icy blue eyes in the darkness.

But he never got the chance to pull the trigger.

The dagger that had just been thrown landed at the feet of the first corpse.

Silver Fox deftly flicked her left toes upwards, sending the short sword flying, while simultaneously raising her right leg high, her shoe sole striking the end of the sword hilt.

The hilt spun halfway through the air, and the sharp blade pierced straight through the back of the last guard's hand.

The gun fell to the ground, and the man knelt down.

Silver Fox lunged forward, coldly pressing down on the opponent's helmet, and with a backhand slash, sliced across the throat.

He drew his short sword and wiped the blood off the guard's black tactical armor.

Silver Fox sheathed the two knives at his waist, tore off the access card and a communication device hanging from the corpse's waist, and walked into the depths of the corridor.

On the other side, Mondo rolled down the metal chute and crashed into a cargo transfer warehouse.

Six genetically modified guards surrounded him.

The lead guard, carrying a stun gun, had a grim smile on his face.

"This fat pig is covered in oil. Take it back to the biohazard zone to draw two vials of blood for testing, and send the excess meat to the feed troughs to feed the mutated beasts."

Mondo lay on the ground, trembling all over.

He didn't want to fight.

From childhood, because of his obesity and timid nature, he had always avoided humans and those violent members of his own kind.

Mondo looked around.

The warehouse floor was made of poured concrete, industrial chains hung on the walls, and piles of lead blocks half a person's height were stacked in the corners...

He recalled what Mr. Zhou had said.

"You need to leverage your strengths and create a professional persona that provides a strong competitive advantage!"

Meals and accommodation are provided, and the room is air-conditioned. The government will cover medical expenses if you get sick, and you will receive paid annual leave at the end of the year.

Right!

Mondo can't be invisible!

Mondo deserves to be named Employee of the Year!

Mondo is going to take the money and buy a double cheeseburger!

He stopped trembling and slapped his hands on the ground.

The moment my palm touched the concrete, the gray stone-like texture spread from my fingertips, creeping up my arm and covering my entire body.

He swelled up a whole size.

His weight, which was originally just over 100 kilograms, soared to over 300 kilograms in three seconds.

A concrete fist is bigger than an adult's head.

"Mondo doesn't want to fight." His voice deepened, "But Mondo's friends are still inside, Mondo needs to get perfect attendance!"

Look at this fat guy who was a pushover one second and turned into a concrete monster the next.

The guards were stunned for a moment, then rushed forward with red eyes at their captain's furious shouts.

Mondo didn't dodge.

The stun baton struck the petrified arm, shattering the tip.

Mondo followed up with a powerful punch, sending the guard flying backward and crashing into the concrete wall, his bones shattered and unable to move.

The remaining five guards fired simultaneously, the bullets striking the concrete body and leaving only white dots.

Mondo let out a low growl, grabbed the lead weight from the ground, and threw it out.

Boom!

The three guards were smashed into the pile of shelves, guns and all, causing a cascade of metal racks to collapse.

The remaining two threw down their weapons and hurriedly scrambled into the escape tunnel.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Mondo remembered the second sentence Mr. Zhou had taught him.

"Don't just stand around after the fight, quickly find a way to rejoin the main force."

He turned around, slapped his fat hand against the wall, and disappeared into it.

In comparison, Li Qianhuan's luck can be described as being cursed with bad luck.

She fell directly into a circular space resembling an ancient Roman amphitheater.

On the towering stands all around, six dark, remote-controlled heavy machine guns had already locked onto their targets.

Standing in the center was a monster two meters tall, with the word "Grag" branded on its chest.

Grag grinned, revealing his black teeth. "Little girl, the Sugar Man said that if you bring your head up, he'll reward you with ten thousand Moqiao Coins."

Li Qianhuan took out a new bubble gum from her pocket, popped it into her mouth, and pushed her sunglasses up on her head.

"Ten thousand? Are prices this low here? I can get a full manicure in Beverly Hills for more than that. You're offering me this little bit of money, are you trying to feed a beggar?"

Grag felt slighted and, enraged, charged forward.

Li Qianhuan rubbed her hands together, and more than a dozen pink and blue energy balls shot out from between her fingers.

Instead of throwing them directly at Grag, she flicked her wrist, sending the energy balls spinning into the barrels of six machine guns.

Brilliant fireworks burst forth simultaneously, while machine guns were reduced to scrap metal.

Debris rained down, malfunctioning all the automatic weapon systems in the stands.

As Grag's fist approached, Li Qianhuan dodged to the side, conjuring an orange-red energy ball in her right hand and pressing it directly under his armpit.

"Bang!"

Grag grunted and took two steps back.

Black fluid seeped from the wound, but his carapace began to regenerate rapidly.

"Can it patch automatically?"

Li Qianhuan blew a pink bubble. "This healing speed is pretty good. Okay, then I'll play with you, you big monster, today."

She performed several backflips in quick succession, quickly creating distance, and then raised her arms overhead.

Dozens of colorful energy balls rose into the air simultaneously.

Grag looked up, and the light reflected in his pupils, densely packed, like a sea of fireworks.

Let's get to know each other again.

Li Qianhuan crossed her arms in front of her, with dazzling energy spheres swirling around her, making her appear like a queen.

"My Li Qianhuan. Qian means 'thousands of troops' and Huan means 'joyful'."

"Now, give your sister a smile. Making a funny face is fine too, it's the last time anyway."

With a wave of his hands, the energy ball shot towards Grag.