Terrifying Biological Weapons (Extra Chapter for Alliance Leader Heng Sao Tian Ya)

When he finished speaking, a holographic projection of a small white girl appeared beside him, followed by a cold, electronic synthesized voice.

"Unlocking Cleaner process initiated." "Raising freezer temperature." "Injecting thawing solution." "Injecting Citicoline, Potassium Aspartate, Type II High-Energy Mixture, ACTH Mixture." "Implanting target elimination characteristics." "Unlocking complete!"

This series of steps was complex in description, but in reality, it only took a few seconds. Immediately after, the edges of three large black boxes began to hiss, spraying out vast amounts of white mist, and then the lids of the boxes automatically opened.

From the edge of one of the boxes, a massive hand clad in a black glove suddenly reached out, gripping the rim. With a burst of strength, the entire figure stood up.

This was a giant of a man, over two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick build, draped in a wide black leather coat. His face was utterly expressionless, covered in scars and welts, as horrifying as someone who had suffered severe burns and then healed.

The giant's entire head was bald, protected by a thick layer of pale white exoskeletal armor. From a distance, it looked like a skull, with the bone armor's thickness exceeding ten centimeters, capable of withstanding concentrated fire from 7.62mm rifles.

Of course, such density of bone armor meant that the brain cavity inside the head was very small, roughly the size of an apple.

However, for this monster known as the Cleaner, besides the brain in its head, it had two large nerve clusters under its armpits and in its groin. These two tissues could also share the brain's functions.

That wasn't all. Its heart was similar. If dissected, one would find only a blood-red nodule pulsating in the heart's location, with over a dozen similar nodules scattered throughout its body.

The combined function of these dozen or so vascular cores was that of the original heart. Even if more than half of the Cleaner's vascular cores were destroyed, it could still possess formidable combat power.

After the Cleaner stood up, a bloody mist erupted from its ears, nostrils, and mouth, like boiling steam. Then, two red glints shone in its pupils, and a photo of Fang along with facial features appeared on its retina.

The Cleaner then strode over to another black box and began taking out its contents one by one. This box was like a full arsenal, and in addition, it contained an extremely heavy composite suit of armor.

This armor was clearly designed to counter Fang's razor-sharp claws, weighing over two hundred kilograms. Only a monster like the Cleaner could move freely while wearing such heavy armor!

Dozens of seconds later, the Cleaner stepped heavily toward the culvert. Each step left deep imprints in the damp, muddy ground, but its pace was deceptive—slow in appearance yet fast in reality. By the time it was fifty meters from the drainage culvert, the Cleaner had begun to accelerate into a jog, charging forward!!!

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Ten minutes later, Fang stood bathed in blood beside the Cleaner's massive corpse. By now, the Cleaner's left hand had deformed into a bloody giant claw, and a basin-sized blood-red eye had grotesquely sprouted from its right shoulder, making it look utterly inhuman.

But its entire body was covered in wounds, each one deep enough to reveal bone, from which thick, murky blood flowed. The blood-red eye had been brutally burst, leaving a terrifying black hole.

To kill this monster, Fang had lost a large patch of scalp from the left side of his head, causing excruciating pain. His right arm was severed at the elbow, exposing pale white bone fragments, with only his left hand relatively intact.

Not only that, but Fang's face was a bloody mess. Earlier in the hotel, he had been sprayed with a cloud of smoke, which had been mixed with a large number of parasitic eggs. These eggs had directly burrowed under Fang's skin and secreted an anesthetic fluid, keeping the host unaware.

At the most critical moment of the battle, these parasites suddenly erupted, nearly knocking Fang unconscious from the pain. His vision was severely impaired, making everything look blurry and indistinct. Yet, despite both hands being nearly crippled, Fang still killed the Cleaner! Because his most lethal attacks were not in his hand claws, but in his legs.

During the fight with the Cleaner, Fang had pulled out his trump card—a second transformation!!

After his first transformation, he had turned into a beastman. By choosing to activate the "Blood of Jacob" within his body while in beastman form, he could undergo a second transformation, fully beastifying into a ferocious pure-blooded giant wolf. Though his front claws were crippled, the claws on his hind legs and his terrifying fangs easily tore through the Cleaner's defenses.

But Fang realized in despair that this battle was not the end—it was only the beginning! Because the third black box, dropped from the helicopter, had already begun to spray pale white mist and slowly open.

And from within, what emerged was a monster resembling an octopus, with five bizarre tentacles! The texture of the tentacles was more like that of a python, and thick, black-red liquid continuously dripped from them.

As if sensing Fang's gaze, the tip of one tentacle suddenly split open, blooming like a flower into a three-lobed mouth, densely packed with five-to-six-centimeter-long, pale white hooked fangs—truly bloody and grotesque!

Cleaner II, deployed!!

Seeing this, Fang's pupils contracted. He swallowed a pill and turned to flee without hesitation! No joke—fighting the humanoid Cleaner had nearly exhausted all his stamina. Now another one appeared? Why bother fighting? Discretion is the better part of valor.

In fact, if the Anmoreya Corporation hadn't taken a great interest in Fang, considering him an excellent experimental subject and wanting to capture him alive, Fang's chances of killing this Cleaner would have been slim.

At that moment, in the command vehicle, as the screen showed Fang charging straight toward a truck parked by the roadside and violently starting the engine, an advisor beside Wilson said in a low voice:

"Based on the detailed data we've collected, he's now at the end of his rope. Our Blood Leeches have been breeding inside him for thirty-seven minutes. He's already lost over 3000 milliliters of blood, close to two-thirds of a normal person's 4800 milliliters. The injuries on his body would be enough to kill an ordinary person three times over."