Fang frowned at the three strange figures before him, flicked his wrist, and drew a silenced pistol. Then he took aim and pulled the trigger.
After all, this was no place to linger. Someone had found him and started hunting him down, so every extra minute he stayed meant another minute of danger.
Fang was best at transforming for combat and using witchcraft, but his shooting skills were still at least on par with those of a well-trained soldier. After he pulled the trigger, the bullet struck one of the enemies squarely in the chest, knocking him back two steps.
But that was all it did: knock him back two steps.
The one who'd been shot suddenly lunged forward, eyes rolled back, mouth gaping to reveal a row of gleaming white teeth. He reached out with both hands and charged straight at Fang. The stench of saliva dripped from his mouth and spread through the air, while a hoarse "Hrr, hrr, hrr" wheezed from his throat. The bullet in his chest seemed to mean nothing to him!
The other two tore off their hoods and charged as well. They looked like wild animals hunting prey, driven by a primitive, savage hunger!
"What is this... Heh heh heh. Three zombies?" Fang sneered. "How laughable. You think I'm an ordinary person?"
Fang raised his hand and blew the head off the zombie charging at the front! The creature immediately staggered as if drunk and slammed into the wall beside it. Its limbs still thrashed wildly, but its central nervous system no longer controlled them.
The next zombie rushed at him, but Fang had already retreated two steps into the room. The zombie naturally gave chase, but the moment it poked its head inside, Fang slammed the door shut!
With a thunderous bang, the door smashed the zombie's head open, spilling thick, black-red fluid that reeked horribly.
The zombie staggered around as if drunk, waving its arms before toppling to the floor. Its gleaming white teeth kept gnawing at the leg of the coffee table, chewing with a creepy "crunch, crunch" sound.
The last zombie hardly needed mentioning. Fang tossed it straight out the window, where it plummeted freely and crashed into some unlucky person's car, leaving a huge dent. The vehicle was clearly totaled.
"Pathetic tricks." A look of scorn curled Fang's lips. He even took a moment to check himself in the mirror and straighten his appearance before heading out again.
But as soon as he stepped outside, he heard a faint ding from the elevator about ten meters away. Its doors slowly opened. Fang frowned and took half a step back, but a man in a suit hurried out. His steps were unsteady and his face was stricken with panic. He was obviously an ordinary person.
The moment he saw Fang, he rushed toward him as if he'd found his last lifeline. But halfway there, pain suddenly contorted his face, and he dropped to his knees. Still unwilling to give up, he stretched a hand desperately toward Fang and cried out hoarsely:
"Help... Help me..."
But by then, white smoke was already rising from his body. His clothes and everything else caught fire, and his body's surface temperature soared in an instant.
Then his whole body went rigid. The color and texture of his skin changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he had become a pale-gray statue.
The statue's surface had the glossy texture of melted wax and plastic, and was coated in a layer of viscous liquid. It remained frozen with one hand outstretched, pleading desperately for help.
At the sight of the eerie statue, Fang's expression changed. He suddenly sensed a powerful aura rising from it, one that posed a serious threat to him. Without a word, he took aim and fired.
But after Fang fired three shots in quick succession, he realized the bullets sank into it as if into mud, making no sound at all! His heart tightened. He immediately strode forward, hoping to nip the danger in the bud.
Just as he moved, a strange "krrk" sound came from above, like dry bark splitting or glass being crushed underfoot.
Then white vapor began spurting from the statue's back. Its back split open along the spine, revealing a gaping hole half a meter tall.
The sight was strikingly similar to a cicada or dragonfly shedding its skin.
From the gaping hole in the statue's back, something huge struggled to force its way out. Its surface was coated in copious slime, and long white filaments clung to it as it emerged. It looked utterly revolting.
Fang wanted to press forward, but he could only cover his nose and retreat. The white vapor spewing from the statue's back stank intensely, like rotting, fermented amniotic fluid.
That alone would have been bad enough, but the white gas lingered in the air. Touching it with his nose or eyes was excruciating, bringing a faint, stinging pain. It was clearly highly corrosive.
A few seconds later, there was a sharp "crack" and a spray of liquid. A bizarre figure slowly crawled out of the statue. It looked like a skinned, blood-red lizard, moving on all fours. Only its head still bore some resemblance to a human's.
But the creature's lips had visibly receded, its gums jutted out, and even its canine teeth stood out starkly. A vivid red glow burned in both its eyes.
Its muscles had grotesquely swollen to their limit, bursting through its skin. Combined with its wholly inhuman features, the sight was especially monstrous and savage!
This was the Ouroboros B Bio-Weapon Specimen!
Fang aimed at it and opened fire repeatedly, but the bullets seemed to do little damage. He had few options left. With a roar, he made a decisive choice and charged straight at the monster.
As he rushed forward, Fang's body swelled rapidly. He had activated Orc Transformation!! A terrifying, distinctly bestial roar echoed through the corridor!
In just a few seconds, blood splattered across the floor, walls, and ceiling like ink thrown from a brush.
In a single pass, Fang sliced off half the enemy's head! But he quickly realized that even from the neck cavity of the headless specimen, a mass of tentacles—formed from grotesquely twisted and tangled blood vessels—could still emerge and spray copious amounts of acid.
Clearly, this monster had no vital organs in the conventional sense. Its head had become bait to lure in its enemies!
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