Selection

"Carry out the order, soldiers!"

"Fire!"

Slade's cold, merciless voice came through the broadcast.

The atmosphere, already oppressive to the point of terror, suddenly froze. The higher-ranking order made the soldiers' pupils struggle, but Slade's voice came over the broadcast again, even more forceful.

"Fire!"

The soldiers viciously pulled the triggers. If the alien did not die, they would!

The pressure Ba Di exerted on them was too great. Under Slade's commanding tone, the last string in their hearts snapped.

Ba Di faced the panoramic camera, a cold, mocking smile curling across his lips.

Major Atherton, held in Ba Di's grip, was even more terrified. The pain Ba Di had inflicted on him had already made him wish for death, while Slade's order drove him into utter despair. No one wanted to die.

The soldiers did not want to die either, so they seized the chance to open fire.

Major Atherton did not want to die either. With Ba Di gripping the back of his neck, he let out a shrill, desperate scream.

"No...!!!"

When he felt the grip on his neck loosen, he had already been miserably riddled with bullets by his own soldiers. The bullets had shattered even his bones, and he collapsed to the floor, dying miserably.

Ba Di suddenly erupted with a tremendous blast of air. The instant the encircling storm of bullets closed in, he tore through them like wind and waves, carving a violent path through countless rounds.

Bullets poured before him amid bursts of muzzle flash, skimming over his white fiber hospital gown and leaving sparks across the fabric. They reached his skin, yet still failed to hit him.

Within that sea of bullets, Ba Di was like a savage beast blasted forth by an erupting volcano. He suddenly appeared before a soldier. In the soldier's widening, horrified eyes, Ba Di's fingers reached into the trigger guard. With a crushing squeeze, he pulverized the entire automatic rifle. Components and unfired bullets fell to the floor, leaving the soldier dumbfounded.

Still frozen in terror, he was shot dead by bullets from his comrades.

Ba Di grabbed him by the collar, turned, and used him to block the bullets chasing after him. Then he stomped down hard. The recoil force beneath his foot instantly caved the floor into a huge spiderweb crater. Marble-like stone splintered and flew as his towering body left an afterimage where he had stood.

Bullets struck the spiderweb crater, kicking up nothing but faint dust.

Ba Di moved as swiftly as a savage beast, flashing before the nearest soldier and driving a punch into his chest.

The soldier's vision went black. His chest felt as though it had been struck by an armored vehicle, exploding with a blast of air. His chest caved in, his sternum shattered to pieces, and his entire body flew through the gunfire and muzzle flashes. At last, he crashed into a small glass-walled laboratory, smashing the entire pane into a web of white cracks. He collapsed with the glass in a thunderous crash, exposing the various instruments and tools inside.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Amid the heated, chaotic gunfire, Ba Di darted left and right. To the soldiers' eyes, he evaded bullets at such speed that afterimages trailed behind him. He appeared before one soldier and slapped his head, spinning it three hundred and sixty degrees. One full turn, and he died.

The soldiers grew even more frightened and panicked.

This alien was like a demonic beast, treating human lives as worthless. A casual punch or slap was enough to kill someone, while bullets had no effect whatsoever. They had completely broken down.

As he sprinted, Ba Di casually picked up two halves of an M16 Automatic Rifle. His feet ran along the steel wall as the rifles spewed muzzle flashes. When the bullets from the soldiers' flaring muzzles had nearly caught up to him, he stomped hard. The steel wall sank deeply beneath his foot, erupting with an unpleasant metallic groan.

Bang

Bang

With muzzle flashes blazing from the rifles in his hands, he used the steel wall to launch himself onto the ceiling. Like a bat, he hung upside down and ran several steps across it. The two M6 Automatic Rifles in his hands continued spitting fire without pause. Before the soldiers' bullets could catch his shadow, he stomped against the ceiling again, making it seem on the verge of collapse. Then he crashed down to the ground, sending tremors through the floor.

When Ba Di landed, the guns in the soldiers' hands fell one after another to the floor as they howled in pain.

At that moment, the battlefield fell utterly silent. Thick gunpowder smoke mingled with miserable groans.

From the moment Slade gave the order to fire until now, only twenty-five seconds had passed. Every soldier had lost the ability to hold a gun. Ba Di had shot through their hand tendons or simply killed them outright, leaving them without breath.

The heavy stench of gunpowder filled the area with profound terror.

No matter what they did, the soldiers could not hit Ba Di. The longer it went on, the more deeply fear seeped into their hearts and lungs. Even when facing Ba Di with their own bodies, they began to tremble, instinctively trembling before him.

The terrified soldiers sat collapsed on the ground, shaking uncontrollably. They desperately shuffled backward on their buttocks, trying to get farther away from Ba Di.

Ba Di's towering body stretched beneath the lights like the Grim Reaper himself, terrifying the soldiers beyond measure.

Frowning, he tossed aside the M16 Automatic Rifle in his hand, its grip greasy with the sweat left behind by the previous soldier.

Ba Di tore off the nearly rag-like white fiber hospital gown. It was covered in small holes left by bullets he had narrowly dodged at his limits, some still carrying faint sparks from the rounds he had just avoided.

He wiped his hands with the rag-like white fiber hospital gown and casually flung it aside, revealing a powerful, broad-muscled body marked by numerous scars and blade wounds. Under the lights, he looked like an iron giant rising from the ground, a sight that inspired dread.

Especially his merciless gaze, which regarded them as livestock waiting for slaughter, filled the soldiers with terror.

"Sixty-three soldiers. Half live, half die."

"In the twenty-five seconds of fighting just now, twelve people have already died. Nineteen more of you still need to die."

Cold and merciless, Ba Di stepped on the thigh of a soldier clutching his hand and howling in pain, crushing the man's leg.

"Ah..."

Cold sweat poured from the soldier as he cried out in agony, making the smoke-filled, silent space even more terrifying.

"You live."

With a single sentence, Ba Di decided his fate. After breaking his leg, he left the soldier's side. The soldier did not know whether he should feel fortunate or miserable, and he pressed his hands to his thigh as he whimpered and cried.

Ba Di went to the next soldier and kicked him away as though kicking trash. The soldier flew through the air, vomiting blood before splattering against the warehouse door. He fell down barely alive, unable to endure it any longer, and died.

"Eighteen."

Ba Di said blandly. Eighteen more people needed to die.

Everyone was terrified out of their wits. Cold sweat streamed uncontrollably down their faces and bodies. Some had even wet themselves in fear.

One soldier angrily raised a pistol with his other hand and fired at him with two shots. Ba Di dodged the bullets, anger flashing across his face.

"While I decide whether you live or die, only those who receive my mercy may survive."

Ba Di's face was cold with anger, his gaze chilling and terrifying.

He strode past the bullets and arrived before the soldier. Grabbing the man by both legs, he tore with immense force. Amid the soldier's screams, he ripped him alive into two halves.

Ba Di coldly threw the soldier's two halves aside, avoiding the falling organs splashing onto his body.

Even so, some blood still landed on him, giving him the ferocious, brutal aura of a savage beast.

The atmosphere came to a suffocating halt.

Even the injured soldiers did not dare let out cries of pain, afraid of disturbing this savage beast.

"Seventeen."

"I surrender! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

A soldier shouted loudly, begging for mercy.

Ba Di was very satisfied. He nodded, then stomped the soldier beside him to death. Blood splashed across the pleading soldier's face, turning him pale.

"Go kneel in front of the warehouse door."

Ba Di gave the order without emotion.

In the end, more than one soldier crawled over to kneel before the warehouse door. Forty-one soldiers, their faces filled with terror, crawled there and knelt together, waiting fearfully for Ba Di's judgment.

Several who crawled too slowly had already been expressionlessly stomped to death by Ba Di.

"There are forty-one of you here. I said only half of the sixty-three may live. Only thirty-one people can survive."

"Choose ten people to die."