They Just Needed to Feel Fear!

"Ah..."

In the instant everyone froze, a soldier let out a shrill scream. Another soldier was suddenly struck in the head by a bullet, leaving a gaping hole in his skull as brain matter and blood spilled out. He died with his eyes wide open.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A series of gunshots rang out. The ceiling lights were abruptly shot apart, and shards of glass came raining down with a clatter.

It was not just the lights. All seven surveillance cameras were shot out one by one.

The scene immediately descended into chaos.

In an instant, the entire space was plunged into darkness.

Ba Di seemed to transform into the Darkness King of slaughter.

He moved through the darkness. Super Vision let him see through it as clearly as day. His steel-like hands reached out from behind soldiers, clamping down like giant pincers and crushing the necks of two men with brute force.

Silent in the darkness, his black-hole-like eyes smiled.

The corners of his mouth curved upward.

The slaughter had begun! Bang!

Bang!

Muzzle flashes flared, rhythmically claiming each soldier. In just a few seconds, seven soldiers had already been shot in the forehead and fallen.

"There!!"

In panic, the soldiers concentrated their fire on the spot where the muzzle flash had appeared. Yet as though he could teleport, only seconds later, another flash appeared over a hundred meters away in another corner.

"Damn it! He's too fast."

"The lights! Don't hit our own men."

In the darkness, every bullet from the sharpshooter struck someone in the forehead, throwing the soldiers into panic.

The guns in their hands were utterly useless. They only served to illuminate Ba Di's gaze.

After awakening, Ba Di's Kryptonian genes had developed his sight, hearing, smell, and brain to an astonishing degree. Every bullet appeared exactly where he wanted it to.

To Ba Di, this battle had been a complete rout from the very beginning.

They just needed to feel fear! "Calm down! Calm down!"

"Turn on the emergency lights!"

"Find cover!"

"Back to back in pairs. Don't give him a chance to ambush you."

Major Atherton suppressed his panic and shouted orders. With someone directing them in the darkness, the terrified soldiers finally had something to cling to.

The battlefield fell silent again in an instant.

Cold sweat had soaked Major Atherton's back. He found a soldier and pressed his back against the man's, as though merely feeling someone behind him could give him a sense of safety.

His shirt was plastered tightly to his back by his own sweat, sticky and clammy.

He pressed his back hard against the soldier. The man felt like a pillar of steel, giving him a little peace of mind to lean on.

He had never encountered such a terrifying opponent.

What Vietnam War? Compared to this, he would rather fight ten more Vietnam Wars.

Every soldier, including him, was drenched in sweat, holding back their heavy breaths and forcing down their fear.

Suddenly.

The emergency lights overhead abruptly came on.

A hazy whiteness flooded their vision.

Major Atherton saw a scene from hell. Right before his eyes, more than twenty soldiers' bodies lay sprawled across the floor.

There were only two kinds of wounds.

Soldiers whose necks had been crushed flat by immense force, their faces swollen purple, eyes bulging, tongues hanging long from their mouths. They had died horribly.

And soldiers shot directly through the center of the forehead, brain matter and blood spilling out, their eyes still open in death.

Major Atherton sucked in a cold breath, his legs going weak as he leaned against the "soldier" behind him.

Suddenly.

With a neat, synchronized movement, all the remaining soldiers raised their guns at him in terror, as though they had seen a ghost.

"What are you all—"

Major Atherton was about to curse at them when his neck suddenly stiffened.

The Negative First Floor was completely silent. Sweat coated the soldiers' hands and soaked their grips. Everyone stared at their officer in horror, fingers trembling on their triggers, wanting to pull them but too afraid to do so.

The emergency lights shone brightly. At least forty bodies lay dead at the scene. In the mere twenty seconds since Ba Di had burst out and begun his charge, forty lives had been taken.

It had been far too fast. He reaped lives like the Grim Reaper himself, filling them with terror.

The hairs on Major Atherton's back stood on end. Goosebumps rose all over his body as he unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of fearful saliva. Sweat streamed down his face with the movement of his throat.

His eyes were wide, rigid, and terrified—more terrified than anyone else. It felt as if countless steel needles were pressed against his back, ready to pierce him all at once.

The atmosphere was as cold as an ice cellar, yet everyone was drenched in sweat with fear.

The suppressed sound of breathing was the only noise in that silent space.

Ba Di stood tall and imposing, like a structure of steel.

Major Atherton's legs were weak, his face dripping with sweat as his back pressed against Ba Di's broad back. He was pressed against a prehistoric beast.

"What's your name, officer?"

Ba Di's merciless, indifferent voice came from behind Major Atherton. It startled the surrounding soldiers into instinctively shuddering, and they nearly opened fire, Major Atherton included.

Major Atherton and Ba Di stood back to back, like a lone hero surrounded by enemy guns on a battlefield.

But there was none of the tragic grandeur of a setting sun. There were only the trembling soldiers around them and Major Atherton's gut-wrenching fear as he pressed against Ba Di's back.

That detached voice in the silence jolted Major Atherton's numbed mind awake.

Having his back against something like a savage beast made him deeply uneasy.

After that brief moment of terror, he proved worthy of being a major who had seen battle. His heart trembling, he sent a silent signal through his frightened eyes to the soldiers before him, giving them an order.

I'll drop down. You shoot!

"My name is..."

Major Atherton bit his tongue. He had not expected even his tongue to be trembling so badly that he could barely speak.

The bloody taste on his tongue stimulated his senses. Major Atherton's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly bent his knees and dropped low, trying to throw himself away from Ba Di's back.

The soldiers before him stared intently, fingers half-squeezing their triggers, poised to fire.

The moment Major Atherton hit the ground, the soldiers in front of him would riddle Ba Di with bullets.

Suddenly.

A fierce gust rose. A huge hand shot out with the speed of a dragon bursting from the sea. Its thumb and forefinger spread wide like the gaping jaws of a python, reaching for the back of Major Atherton's neck as he crouched. It seized his neck and lifted him up.

Major Atherton suddenly felt his neck tighten. Before he could hit the ground, the crook of Ba Di's huge hand had clamped around the back of his neck.

Immense force came through that grip, making Major Atherton feel as if his neck bones were about to be snapped by iron pincers. Like a kitten, he groaned in pain, his face forced red as he desperately hunched his neck, begging for even the slightest relief.

Not only had Major Atherton failed to drop down, he had been lifted up like a kitten by the alien.

The soldiers' breathing abruptly stopped. Their poised fingers nearly pulled the triggers, but seeing their officer held hostage, they broke out in cold sweat and did not know what to do.

"What your name is, I don't want to know."

"Out of 110 soldiers, I killed 47. There are 63 left."

"I asked your name only to let you decide: half live, half die."

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