The Death of Soldier Slade

The scene was somewhat bizarre.

Slade's face flushed red, the veins on his neck bulging like Zha Long crawling upward. His finger joints turned white from exertion, yet even using all his strength, he could not move the blade a single inch.

Ba Di held the blade between his teeth as though he were biting a lollipop he could not bear to crush, his cold eyes fixed on Slade.

From the moment he had entered this Underground Research Institute, the trouble Slade had caused him had made every step difficult, nearly leaving him unable to see the sun again.

His instinctive intuition, the need to paralyze himself before he could leave the White Room, the constant precautions everywhere.

Slade could be said to be unbeatable against any human.

Yet in the end, Ba Di had still outplayed him, exploiting a flaw that Slade possessed as well.

Slade's weakness was that he was merely General Vick's dog, required to act according to General Vick's wishes.

Suddenly.

The force in Slade's flushed face weakened. A camouflage Intruder Military Knife appeared in his hand and stabbed straight toward Ba Di's chest.

Ba Di gave him an indifferent glance and slapped it aside.

The Intruder Military Knife that Slade had once again used all his strength and cunning to produce, avoiding Ba Di's line of sight, was slapped from his hand and fell to the floor.

Slade's wrist bent downward with a strange crack.

Ba Di had broken his wrist.

Ba Di then coldly shoved a palm into his chest.

Pfft...

Slade's breastbone caved in at once, his internal organs rupturing as he spat out a great mouthful of blood.

It was as if he had been struck head-on by a train. He flew backward, vomiting blood that formed a mist along the way, slammed into the steel wall, then slid down and sprawled on the floor, glaring at Ba Di with bloodshot eyes and a face twisted in pain.

"Hm?"

Ba Di spat the Samurai Sword clamped in his teeth to one side and looked at Slade with slight curiosity. Slade had taken one of his strikes and was only seriously injured rather than dead. That was truly surprising.

At Ba Di's current strength, even using only half his power and no technique at all, no one could withstand it.

Just now, he had used nearly seventy percent of his strength, yet Slade had not died immediately. Among human bodies, he could be considered one of the strongest. To train himself to such a degree was already monstrously abnormal by human standards.

Of course, in the future, there would also be a man dressed as a bat who pushed the human body to the absolute limit of its limits.

"If the circumstances were different, I really would want to take you in as my subordinate. You are undoubtedly an outstanding man."

Ba Di spoke with a faint sigh. Slade truly would have made an excellent subordinate. With a man like this under him, he would surely be able to help Ba Di conquer planets and handle many matters in the future.

But unfortunately, such a talent was about to die by his hand.

Slade clenched his teeth against the agony of his ruptured organs and collapsed breastbone. Blood-red veins surfaced in his eyes as he glared fiercely, looking utterly savage.

"Just what... is on the Negative Fourth Floor that can help you escape this place?"

Slade's teeth were covered in blood as he rasped hoarsely. Every word brought searing pain through his chest, so unbearable that he felt close to death.

Ba Di's expression tightened slightly, and he inwardly praised Slade. Slade truly was an exceptional man.

He knew that Ba Di was not simply trying to massacre the Underground Research Institute. On the Negative Fourth Floor, there was something that could help him break through the army's blockade aboveground.

Ba Di did not leave loose ends in his work. Even when facing a dead man, he had no intention of revealing his true purpose.

"No. I simply want to kill all of you," Ba Di said flatly. "So, it is time for you to go."

With that, Ba Di drew the camouflage military knife from behind his waist.

Slade's blood-filled eyes glared at Ba Di. He did not believe his words, but suddenly, guided by instinctive intuition, he tilted his head.

A streak of green blade-light flashed through the air.

Even after tilting his head, Slade could not avoid it. The camouflage military knife plunged directly into his right eye, making him grit his teeth and howl in agony.

There were no pain nerves connected to the eyeball.

Slade's pain came from the shock, compounded by the movement of his head tugging at the injuries in his chest and his ruptured organs, leaving him in unbearable agony.

Ba Di was slightly startled. Clearly, he had not expected Slade's will to survive to be so strong that he had instinctively avoided the flying knife.

"If you were not someone else's dog, restricted by rules, even I would have to be wary of you."

Ba Di strolled over to Slade, grabbed his hand, and dragged him forward.

There were still two areas on the Negative Fourth Floor that required Slade's palm print to open.

As Ba Di dragged Slade along, the ribs in his chest shifted out of place and pierced directly into his organs. Yet his will was strong enough that he clenched his teeth tightly without uttering even a groan.

"You won't escape. You will be buried in this Underground Base, be... dissected, be used. Every inch of your body will be studied... cough..."

Slade spat out another mouthful of blood and ground his teeth unwillingly. Wave after wave of pain assaulted his mind, and excessive blood loss was making him dizzy. He could only manage a few verbal threats.

"Hmph."

Ba Di gave two soft snorts and nodded in agreement.

After all, there was no need to waste words on a dying man.

After pressing Slade's bloodied palm against the doors and opening the entrances to the two areas, Ba Di casually picked up the now useless Slade and smashed him against the wall.

Bang, splat...

Slade's body struck the cold steel wall, spraying a mass of blood. Already half-conscious, he lost consciousness completely, his head hanging down toward the ground.

His military uniform, dyed red with blood, was gruesome and brutal.

Thus, Slade's final journey as a soldier came to its end, composing a heroic and tragic elegy.

Ba Di paused briefly, using Super Hearing to listen as Slade's heartbeat gradually weakened.

Finally, thump... thump... thump... thump...------------------

The heartbeat vanished.

Ba Di's face remained cold as he stepped away.

The Negative Fourth Floor was not large. Or rather, the entire Underground Research Institute was not large. With Ba Di's Super Hearing, he could hear the heartbeats of everyone on every floor.

It was also easy for him to lock onto his target.

He eventually found his target: Dean Bo Li, in the old man's office.

As an aside, along the way, Ba Di encountered quite a few researchers in white coats. He shot them dead one by one. Against these unarmed researchers, Ba Di could not even be bothered to deal with them by hand.

Gunshots accompanied his footsteps all the way to the office door.

Ba Di opened the door, then politely closed it again, keeping the stench of blood outside from drifting in too strongly.

Old Dean Bo Li was hiding beneath his desk, trembling as he listened to Ba Di's approaching footsteps and the sounds of the door opening and closing. His heart rose into his throat.

He shut his eyes and repeatedly made the sign of the cross over his chest, muttering prayers and hoping that God and Jesus would bless him, that Ba Di was merely passing by and would not see him.

At this moment, he would kneel before any immortal, ghost, or demon, so long as it could spare his life.

Ba Di pulled out the chair and placed the gun still smelling of gunpowder smoke on the desk. He rapped his fingers against the desktop.

"Come out, Dean Bo Li!"