"We Are Not Your Enemies"

In front of the fire station.

Scattered severed limbs and broken flesh littered the ground, resembling a canvas of hell and bearing witness to the brief yet staggering clash that had just unfolded.

The Glory Warriors coldly lowered the muzzles of their boltguns, checking their remaining magazines to ensure no active threats remained in the surroundings.

Amidst the dispersed bloody mist, a dozen or so surviving Infected were stunned by high-powered electric shocks, collapsing onto the fractured concrete pavement of the street.

One of them still retained a shred of consciousness, his mouth continuing to spew filthy, raving nonsense mixed with bloody saliva and foam:

"Hahaha, you bitches! Her womb is mine!"

The words were disjointed, yet carried a madness bordering on a curse.

The Glory Warriors remained indifferent to this.

However, a somewhat "younger" warrior was rather annoyed, merely stepping forward slowly and raising a magnetic boot, stepping with controlled force upon that "person's" ribs to render him completely unconscious.

Lei Ruoya did not waste time.

She switched to her exclusive channel, her voice steady and concise as she reported:

"Frontline Base, this is Lei Ruoya. Coordinates confirmed, the small town of Portage la Prairie within old-world Canada.

The situation is unusual. We have discovered large-scale civilian anomalies; these individuals exhibit strong self-harm tendencies and abnormal damage resistance, and a cruciform rash has been discovered on their faces.

Preliminarily judged, the possibility of a plague outbreak is extremely high.

Furthermore, we have captured a dozen living Infected and require the immediate dispatch of a Biological Department Special Operations Team for containment, transfer, and management."

Silence hung on the channel for a few seconds, followed by a reply carrying slight static, delivered in a serious tone: "Received, Glory Legion. We will immediately dispatch the Special Operations Team, expected to arrive