Elite Soldiers

Elite Soldiers.

In the plaza,

More than twenty high-ranking elite soldiers sat in twos and threes,

Chen Wang's arrival naturally drew the attention of many people,

A handsome young man with sharp eyes and a straight-backed figure, carrying a powerful close-combat weapon modeled after a Remington 870. He did not look particularly ferocious, yet somehow gave off an oppressive air.

Seeing that this was merely an assembly and the mission had yet to begin, Chen Wang casually found a spot, looked around, and lit a cigarette for himself. He did not seem nervous in the slightest.

He was not the last to arrive. Several Qiongqi Mining soldiers arrived one after another, dressed in standard-issue uniforms and equipped to the teeth, their bearing extraordinary. Chen Wang leaned sideways against a pillar, puffing out clouds of smoke.

He noticed Liang Dong, whom he had met a few days ago, built as powerfully as a Violent Bear, arriving with his two teammates: the agile, sharp-looking crew-cut woman and the old man with crisscrossing knife scars across his face.

However, Liang Dong bore obvious injuries on his face, adding several shades of savagery to his already rugged features.

The old man with the crisscrossing knife scars walked with a slight limp.

The crew-cut woman moved no differently from an ordinary person, though she frowned from time to time.

Liang Dong was a Tier 3 elite soldier, Diamond. He possessed berserk strength, nimble climbing abilities, and extremely high defense. His squad was also quite famous within Qiongqi Mining, with an illustrious record of handling many large-scale living corpse incidents.

Those who knew him greeted Liang Dong when they saw him, and Liang Dong responded to each of them.

But then an out-of-place voice suddenly rang out. "Heh heh, Liang Dong, who beat up your face?"

The speaker was a tall, skinny man wearing a green beret. His gaze was cold and severe, and there was not a trace of a smile on his face.

Liang Dong gave the man an indifferent glance and said coldly, "What the hell is it to you?"

This tall, skinny man came from the same district as Liang Dong. His name was Yang Sheng, a Tier 3 Genetic Soldier known as Greedy Wolf. He was extremely cold-blooded, and Greedy Wolf possessed the Genetic Ability Bloodlust, which could briefly increase one's strength through slaughter. Hearing this, Yang Sheng gave a cold smile. "Your face is much more pleasant to look at after someone has beaten it up."

Liang Dong raised a brow and said flatly, "Yang Sheng, if your hide's gotten too tight, I can send you to the hospital."

Yang Sheng unconsciously licked his lips and said gloomily, "You?"

The atmosphere between the two turned tense, like drawn swords and bent bows.

Yet in the next instant, a cold smile appeared on Yang Sheng's face. He said casually, "Why don't I see Ma Quan? Don't tell me he's dead?"

Ma Quan was that arrogant, unruly silver-haired youth from a few days ago.

He had been injured the worst, knocked unconscious by Chen Wang, and was still in the hospital.

Liang Dong's brow twitched as he stepped forward, the aura around him suddenly turning razor-sharp.

"Yang Sheng, are you looking to die?!"

As a Tier 3 Genetic Soldier, Liang Dong was an exceptionally powerful elite within Qiongqi Mining.

Even the faint aura he now released was highly oppressive. Yang Sheng did not fear him either. The two had never gotten along, and a somewhat exaggerated smile appeared on his face. "What? What? We're about to head out on a mission. You're not thinking of attacking me here, are you?"

This man had a truly infuriating way of speaking. He shrugged, a gloomy smile hanging on his face. Then a bald man wearing a gold chain stepped forward and said flatly, "Say less. Don't make trouble here and give Qin Lang a laugh."

The bald man was one meter ninety tall, with a hoarse voice that sounded as though his vocal cords had been damaged.

Big Bald Head, gold chain—his attire was quite different from the others', filled with personal flair.

After the bald man spoke, Liang Dong and Yang Sheng stopped being at daggers drawn and dispersed separately.

With a cigarette between his lips, Chen Wang watched the scene from the side and raised his brows. "This big bald head seems pretty important."

For some reason, the sight of Big Bald Head in that gold chain felt strangely familiar to him.

A bit like... a big-shot gangster.

Qin Lang was the local person in charge, specifically responsible for coordinating these missions. He had not arrived yet.

The crowd chatted casually. Some wore icy expressions and did not utter a word, while others quietly wiped down their firearms.

With a sweep of his eyes, Chen Wang noticed that these people all had their own little circles in twos and threes. Tier 3 Genetic Soldiers were already powerful enough to be famous throughout Qiongqi Mining.

Even if they did not belong to the same district, they would sometimes work together on missions or have heard of one another's reputations.

Chen Wang smoked and smacked his lips.

It seemed Liang Dong and this Yang Sheng did not get along either.

Of course, Chen Wang found Yang Sheng's cheap-looking, gloomy demeanor even more annoying.

He simply smoked there by himself, his expression calm.

Some people silently assessed him. They had clearly learned from internal files that Chen Wang had swept through an area at astonishing speed and killed a Third Order Zombie alone. Not everyone here had seen the dossier on this rising newcomer.

Yang Sheng, for instance, had only just learned about it from someone he knew.

A few days ago, Liang Dong and his group of four had clashed with Chen Wang. In the end, Chen Wang had taken on all four alone and knocked them down in the blink of an eye, leaving them almost no chance to fight back.

Upon hearing this, Yang Sheng turned in surprise to look at Chen Wang, who was leisurely smoking there.

"He knocked down four soldiers of the same tier in just a few breaths?"

Yang Sheng was cold-blooded, gloomy, and extreme by nature, yet even he could not help feeling stunned.

Even though they had not used firearms or Genetic Abilities in that bar fight, this was still far too unbelievable! Those who had not known much about Chen Wang also gradually began looking his way.

After all, Liang Dong was a prominent figure in their circle. The fact that someone had beaten him up—and beaten him into submission—was naturally a huge sensation.

Thus, more and more gazes turned heated. The looks in the eyes of these Tier 3 Soldiers, all renowned in their respective districts, became complicated as they watched Chen Wang.

Of course, after the bar incident a few days ago, no one currently came to cause Chen Wang trouble.

Liang Dong was a Tier 3 Genetic Soldier, Diamond. His body was powerful and his strength immense.

The three teammates in his squad were elite soldiers as well. This handsome young man had knocked all four down bare-handed within a few breaths, and Ma Quan was still receiving treatment in the hospital. That meant that in a life-and-death fight without firearms or Genetic Abilities, anyone who went up against him would only be throwing their life away.

At a time like this, naturally no one would go looking for trouble. Yang Sheng was delighted to see Liang Dong get beaten up, and naturally had no desire to rush in and beat Chen Wang up himself. Thus, Chen Wang smoked quietly off to the side, undisturbed by anyone.

After waiting for a while,

A somewhat balding middle-aged man walked over.

Qin Lang called himself Old Wolf, but Gao Yanan had always called him Old Dog.

After Qin Lang arrived, he casually swept his gaze over everyone, then smiled.

"Everyone's here. This mission is to search for the specimens in the factory. You should all have read the files. Let's go!"