Fell for It? This Place Was a Trap All Along
The assault boat stalled in front of the wet wooden platform.
The four-story French-style main building stood in the pale green night fog.
On the porch beams, several dried Beast skeletons clattered against each other in the cold wind.
Sing Sing twitched his nostrils slightly and raised his hand to rub his nose.
Hallucinogenic neurospores plus preservative solution? Why do all biochemical researchers have this problem?
Lao Zhou fumbled around in the Dimension Box moment and pulled out a roll of semi-transparent cling film left over from a hot pot meal.
With a tearing sound.
Sing Sing tore off a large piece and skillfully wrapped it three times from his neck to his forehead.
He left only a slit at the corner of his mouth so he could hold the cigarette between his teeth.
Bang!
The two large hardwood doors were smashed open inwards.
As Lao Zhou stepped inside, the human-shaped voodoo dolls hanging on the walls on both sides suddenly began to sway eerily.
The chill in the air intensified, and there were faint sobs and whimpers from a woman.
"Blood debts must be repaid with blood... Stop! Survivors, this place holds only eternal punishment..."
Fleeting whispers echoed through the hall, and crimson light mist seeped from the cracks in the floor.
Sing Sing raised an eyebrow and made a "Rin, Pyō, Tō, Sha" hand seal with his left hand.
He solemnly drew a crooked symbol between his eyebrows with the index and middle fingers of his right hand.
He then wiped it between his eyes, letting out a strange "ha" sound.
A faint golden light flashed, reflecting the flaws in the entire room within the pupils.
What eerie wind, what blood mist and vengeful ghosts?
Inside the holographic world, holographic projectors are stacked on the walls and ceiling, with "fully charged" indicator lights on them.
"Turns out it's high-tech? All that effort for nothing, I struck such a cool pose..."
"Speaking of which, Ling Ling Yi's move was actually pretty good... hehehe..."
In addition to the visuals, the sound came from an infrasound generator hidden in the baseboard of the floor.
As for that eerie wind?
The blower in the central air conditioning system, hidden inside the ventilation duct, is running at level two.
"The most important thing in life is to be polite."
Sing Sing, with plastic wrap over his head, swaggered inside.
"Hey! Is anyone here to greet us? This is a terrorist event and they don't even have a hostess? Thumbs down!"
Lao Zhou continued walking until he reached the Roman columns.
Behind the stone pillar was a mask, its eye sockets glowing with a greenish fluorescence that shot forward, and it emitted a scream.
Sing Sing snorted and slapped her hard across the face.
The entire mask was shattered.
"Playing tricks like that, does electricity cost nothing?"
Sing Sing walked through the hall and into the corridor, where there were tightly closed wooden doors on both sides.
Sing Sing pulled out a folding steel pipe stool, which Wenxi had provided for him as a lunch break essential in the office.
He went to one of the doors and kicked it.
The door was blown off.
The room was pitch black. As Sing Sing looked around, a dark shadow hung upside down from the ceiling.
It was a cyborg covered in scales, with mantis-like blades and serrations implanted in its arms, using the momentum of its fall to slice straight for Sing Sing's skull.
Sing Sing shrank back, and the folding stool slammed up from below with a whooshing sound.
Clang!
The folding stool, as the leader of the seven weapons, truly lives up to its name.
It struck the cyborg's chin squarely, and two bloody, broken teeth flew out of his mouth, spinning around.
As the person landed, Sing Sing's free right hand instinctively gripped the other person's ribs.
The Great Strength Vajra Palm transforms into Dragon Claw Hand grappling move!
With two sharp cracking sounds, the cyborg's sternum shattered on the spot.
Sing Sing Chow kicked out with his leg, sending the nearly 200-pound strong man flying backward into the depths of the room, smashing the solid wood wardrobe inside.
"Ambush the leader, show no respect for elders."
The two guards hiding in the gaps in the ceiling watched as their eyes twitched wildly.
What exactly is the nature of the China people?
Wearing plastic wrap over his head and running around the building with a folding stool?
The scene before them was so absurd that it nearly overwhelmed them.
The two exchanged a glance, then broke through the ceiling and jumped down, their daggers aimed at Sing Sing's neck and back of the heart respectively.
Sing Sing spun around nimbly, and his dagger missed its mark.
Before they could change their moves, two large hands had already attacked.
"Catch the Dragon Claw Hand! Two Dragons Fighting for the Pearl!"
Sing Sing Chow released a small amount of Inner Qi from his palm and gently pressed it against his chest.
Bang!
The two guards collapsed to the ground.
Sing Sing straightened his tie and continued exploring.
Along the way, his reckless and arrogant manner resembled that of a rogue ransacking a house.
After some time, Lao Zhou arrived at a spacious study.
The interior of the study was noticeably more refined than the exterior.
Sing Sing folded up the stool and walked to the portrait directly opposite the bookshelf.
The image above depicts a hunting scene from the reign of Louis XIV, showing a pack of dogs tearing apart a dying stag.
"The painting skills are mediocre; you'd get a maximum of two hundred yuan at Panjiayuan."
Sing Sing raised two fingers, pinched the painting, and ripped it off.
Whoosh!
The entire mural was torn off, revealing a hydraulic door behind it.
The access control panel features a Black Swan Emblem, with an indicator light flashing below it.
[Please enter the privileged command, or insert the Level 1 privilege Cryptographic Key]
After thinking for a moment, Lao Zhou reached out and took out the chip he had looted, aligned it with the groove, and gently pushed it in.
Drop!
The red indicator light turned dark blue.
[Authorization verified: Special Operations Expeditionary Group]
Welcome, Hound!
The gate slid open to both sides, emitting a pungent, bloody stench.
A sloping track plunges deep into the ground.
Sing Sing stood at the edge, looked at his clean leather shoes, and sighed helplessly.
He reached out and pulled the plastic wrap down a bit, then slid into the deep, blood-red track.
With both feet on the slide, sparks flew from the soles of their shoes.
After falling for about ten seconds, the slope leveled out.
Using the momentum of his forward momentum, Sing Sing flipped over in mid-air and landed steadily.
After tearing off the plastic wrap covering his head, Lao Zhou casually crumpled the transparent plastic into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.
Pale yellow liquid was spilled on the ground, interspersed with strips of nylon restraints that had been violently severed.
Several medical carts were bumped into a corner, and trays were overturned on the ground.
Sing Sing stepped over an overturned wheelchair.
The leather shoes made a squelching sound as they stepped into the sticky liquid.
The laboratories that should have been equipped with transparent observation windows on both sides of the corridor are now in a mess.
The high-pressure tempered glass was smashed to pieces from the inside out, and shards covered the corridor.
Sing Sing stopped at the breach in the third laboratory and peeked inside.
The withdrawal was so thorough; it was a well-organized and orderly relocation.
"That bastard Stinger... shouted before he died that Louisiana was bait?"
The silent Sing Sing lit a cigarette and continued walking inside.
After many twists and turns, he arrived at a laboratory.
Through the small window, Sing Sing saw that the place was brightly lit and spotlessly clean.
Sing Sing pushed open the unlocked door and went inside.
Six shadowless lamps arranged in a ring cast a cold, bright white light, focusing on the stainless steel dissection table in the center of the work surface.
Above the dissection table stood a cylindrical glass tank, about twenty centimeters high.
A clump of pale flesh-colored, semi-gelatinous tissue was suspended inside the tank.
The thing looked like half-melted human fat, or some kind of living jellyfish, slowly wriggling inside the glass wall with the flow of circulating fluid.
A label was affixed to the bottom of the glass tank, with a code written in cursive English:
[Experimental Subject: Jacob the Younger (Messenger)]
[Status: Original consciousness shattered; cellular deformability characteristics have been successfully stripped and integrated]
[Proposed disposal: Discard the residue and retain it as bait]