Body Snatching and Infighting, the Heavenly Buddha's Divine Palm Sweeps Away Evil
"Claudine, you've lost."
Yan Shuangying's voice reached Miss Sinister's ears.
Miss Sinister was still activating her telekinesis, and the plasma cannon barrel on the test subject's left arm was already glowing white.
"With that piece of junk you're holding?"
She threw her head back and laughed, "The plasma cannon is fully charged, you will all turn to ashes!"
Yan Shuangying's Strange Rules, Chapter Thirty-Four: Don't answer Yan Shuangying's questions; the more you answer, the closer you are to death.
Yan Shuangying didn't look up at her; the gun was still pointed at the gradually closing wound on the test subject's back.
I bet your monster won't last three seconds.
His gun was clearly empty.
At the very moment the trigger is pulled all the way down, the muzzle will spew out blue flames again.
Gunfire erupted in unison.
Large-caliber bullets poured out from the muzzle, and the spent cartridges hit the metal plate with a series of thuds.
The Twentieth Strange Tale of Yan Shuangying's Rules: Yan Shuangying's pistol always fires at the rate of a machine gun and never overheats.
The smile on Miss Sinister's face vanished.
She stared at the pistol that hadn't had its magazine changed, then her gaze fell on the bullet hole in the test subject's back.
The second strange tale of Yan Shuangying's rules: The number of bullets in Yan Shuangying's gun depends entirely on how many shots he wants to fire.
Hundreds of specially made bullets penetrated the experimental subject's thoracic vertebrae within two seconds.
The bullet penetrated the body much faster than the experimental subject could heal.
Just as the bone armor was about to close, the Negasonic Teenage Warhead had already passed through the softened gap.
The experimental subject let out a roar, its core glowing intermittently in its chest.
"You've already opened the door for me."
Yan Shuangying continued pulling the trigger, "I'll handle the rest."
The continuous firing pushed deeper into the same wound, and black blood splattered from the back of the test subject.
The final bullet pierced through the necrotic tissue, severing the nerve trunk connecting to the core of the chest.
The plasma cannon barrel on the left arm of the experimental subject was extinguished.
The energy patterns on its body dimmed simultaneously, its massive form collapsed forward to its knees, and its core completely extinguished.
Miss Sinister suffered a backlash from the brainwaves, causing her to fall from mid-air and crash into the edge of the control panel.
She covered the red mark on her forehead, blood flowing from the corner of her lips to her chin.
"Xu Xi!"
Shi Xiaoyan and Yang Jianhua rushed towards Xu Xi at the same time.
Xu Xi lay on her back in a pool of blood, her chest still rising and falling.
Shi Xiaoyan reached out and checked his breath to make sure he was still alive before turning to look at the experimental subject.
"Don't just stare! Old Li, pick up the knife!"
Sing Sing approached, brandishing Pig Butchering Knife.
Li Ding'an staggered as he drew his cracked, broken knife and leaped into the air.
On the other side, Sing Sing brandished Pig Butchering Knife and slashed at the target.
The two men stood on either side, their blades flashing.
Li Ding'an's broken knife moves were wide and sweeping, while Sing Sing displayed the exquisite control of a butcher at his peak.
In just over ten seconds, this so-called ultimate living weapon was dismantled into pieces of flesh by these two people right in front of Miss Sinister.
Miss Sinister propped herself up, remaining silent.
The red mark on his forehead cracked, and more than thirty steel pipes and iron plates lifted off the ground, hurtling towards the crowd.
Yang Jianhua stepped forward, his soft sword drawing a circle of silver light in the air.
The sword's blade caught the oncoming metal object and pulled it to either side.
The sound of metal clashing rang out continuously, most of the attacks were deflected, and the remaining two spikes passed through the sword shadows, grazing Yang Jianhua's right ribs and thigh.
"Sister Jianhua, is your thigh alright?"
Chan Ka-kui leaned on the railing and glanced over, then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Did that woman put Lockjaw on her scrap metal?"
Yang Jianhua glanced at the blood seeping from the tear in his shirt on his right side.
"It's a superficial wound; it won't kill you."
She lifted her eyelids to look towards the control panel, brushing the stray hairs that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear with her left hand. "Sing Sing, that big lump of flesh's heart hasn't completely stopped yet!"
"Just you wait and see, I never leave any pigs alive when I slaughter them. I make sure to bleed them dry!"
Sing Sing gripped the Pig Butchering Knife tightly and, following the notch below the test subject's collarbone, flicked it open, directly ripping off half of the rib.
Between the three shrunken hearts, the core encased in a silver metallic shell was gleaming with an eerie light.
"Old Li, take two steps back, be careful not to get splashed with engine oil. You can't scrub that off your clothes with laundry detergent!"
Li Ding'an leaned on the nicked, broken knife with one hand, panting heavily as he took a half-step back, coughing as his chest heaved.
Sing Sing slightly bent the five fingers of his left hand and used the Dragon Claw Hand to probe into the dark, blood-soaked chest cavity.
His Five Fingers dug directly into the nerve threads beneath the core.
The artificial core sensed the danger, and the light rays on its surface began to dart back and forth erratically.
"Oh, so you're trying to shock me before you die? Do you think I'm some newbie apprentice?"
Sing Sing Chow chuckled and grabbed the metal ball covered with blood vessels and tendons, pulling it outwards.
A string of sparks shot out along the biological guide wire, and he forcibly pulled out the core.
"Stop! Put the core down! Do you know how many rare dominant gene sequences are fused into it?!"
Miss Sinister took a half-step forward, swaying slightly. "That's a key that transcends human limits! What do you, a peasant, know about life sciences!"
"I may not understand life sciences, but I do know that injecting water into pork is illegal, and what you're doing is illegally assembling a scrapped motor vehicle. If the traffic police catch you, they'll send you straight to the shredder!"
Sing Sing, holding the trembling metal ball, grinned at Miss Sinister, a layer of dark golden energy emanating from his five fingers.
The metal casing shattered and deformed on the spot.
No, no!
Miss Sinister cried out as her left eyelid, which was glued shut with superglue, was torn open, leaving a bloody gash.
Sing Sing Chow didn't tolerate her at all, crushing the wildly flashing core into scrap metal.
Just as the core was crushed, Miss Sinister brainwaves were deeply bound to the experimental subject, tilted her head back and spat out a mouthful of blood into the air.
Her knees buckled and she collapsed to the ground, frantically scratching at her scalp with her ten fingers.
"Get out! Get out of my head!"
Miss Sinister raised her voice, shook her head from side to side, and shouted curses at the air:
"Claudine is the rightful owner of this body. You're dead, you've been dead for ages!"
Ma Jun, who was lying next to him, was dumbfounded and nudged Chan Ka-kui beside him.
"Hey, Old Six, what's this foreign woman up to? Why is she arguing with herself?"
Chan Ka-kui grimaced in pain, tilted his head to look at the frantic Miss Sinister kneeling on the ground, and chuckled twice.
"Is that even a question? Ah Sing Sing's blow just now must have shattered his brain, causing him to have an epileptic seizure!"
The low, hoarse male voice, full of sarcasm, was still echoing in Miss Sinister's mind.
"Look at yourself now, my dear Claudine, is this your independent personality?"
"The billions of dollars I left you, the genetic database I accumulated over a century—you squandered it all! You're a complete and utter waste!"
"Shut up! Shut up! I'm not your spare skin, I'm Dr. Claudine!"
The Miss Sinister's eyes flashed with fear one moment and a sinister, cold smile that didn't belong to her the next.
Her body began to deform uncontrollably, with a broad, masculine bone protruding from her left shoulder, while her right cheek still maintained its feminine lines.
"Hand over your body. Only if I personally take control of this body can I lead you out of this slaughterhouse alive!"
The whispers in my mind grew clearer and clearer.
Miss Sinister was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed that the layer of crimson-gold light in the air around her was gradually fading.
The Space-Sealing Talisman that Sing Sing had previously thrown out was almost burned to its limit after this series of high-intensity energy clashes.
"I won't die here, and I'll never give my body to you, you old devil!"
Miss Sinister screamed as she scrambled to her feet. Taking advantage of the instant a crack appeared in the golden net of light above her head, she thrust her hands into the void.
She tore open a crack in the space that had been locked.
"Run? Not a chance!"
Sing Sing pulled out the last Space-Sealing Talisman he had left.
"Heaven and earth are boundless, the universe borrows its power, weld the door shut for me!"
The golden light directly covered the gap in front of Miss Sinister.
The crack, which had previously revealed a view of the opposite side, closed again, instantly snapping off Miss Sinister's right wrist, which she had half-penetrated inside.
"Ah, my hand!"
Miss Sinister clutched her right wrist and collapsed to the ground; the mental shock had made her healing abilities unstable.
Sing Sing stopped making jokes and leaped into the air.
A golden wave of energy surged out from his body, completely shattering the already tattered coat.
In mid-air, Sing Sing plummeted headfirst downwards, his eyes no longer filled with laughter.
"Tathagata Divine Palm, Heavenly Buddha's Descent!"
Sing Sing pressed his right palm down from a distance, and that golden giant palm, carrying the pressure to sweep away all evil spirits in the world, slammed down on Miss Sinister below.
The seven agents below simultaneously looked up, their faces stained with blood, and witnessed the giant golden hand completely engulf Miss Sinister.