The Fang's Head Flew Off!

Wilson said expressionlessly:

"So?"

The advisor said:

"The team's opinion is that we don't need to push him too hard right now. Let him relax on his own, and within ten minutes at most, his injuries will worsen to the point where he can't hold on and will pass out directly. Capturing him alive will be easy then."

Wilson nodded, then spoke into the microphone ahead:

"Drones, switch to tracking mode. Do not attack for now. Deactivation of Cleaner II is postponed."

With Wilson's command, Fang gained a chance to catch his breath. He panted heavily, his eyes already bloodshot.

But soon, Fang stomped the gas pedal of the delivery truck all the way down.

And just as the truck accelerated to a certain speed, a grim smile suddenly appeared on Fang's face. He reached out the window and tossed something out.

That thing looked like a silver-white sphere, only the size of a ping-pong ball, but it exploded violently about a dozen meters after leaving the window!

The "Typhoon" Electromagnetic Oscillation Sphere!

Instantly, a ferocious electromagnetic shockwave radiated outward in all directions, severely interfering with and crashing all electronic devices within a radius of nearly twenty square kilometers.

Not a few instruments overheated and burned out from power surges. The drones in the air all lost control, spinning wildly like headless flies before exploding one after another!

Not only that, but even the satellite detectors found this area shrouded in a blurry haze.

This thing was a product from another world, a complete technological leap that crushed anything in its path! It was typically used in interstellar warfare to blanket and disrupt enemy fleet communications.

As for Anmoreya Corporation, their tech tree was essentially focused on the biochemical field, so their capabilities in electronic information were merely average. Thus, facing Fang's electromagnetic oscillation sphere, they were utterly helpless, suffering staggering losses in an instant.

Not only did the command vehicle lose its signal, but even cell phones couldn't get through.

Worse still, the control chip inside the monster Cleaner II was also burned out, severing all contact. This meant the beast was now unshackled and had fallen into a state of complete chaos.

Driven purely by instinct, if it obtained enough flesh and blood to feed on, it would eventually grow into a monster capable of destroying an entire city!!

Therefore, Anmoreya Corporation's focus now had to immediately shift to containing Cleaner II.

Otherwise, if this blew up, the entire company would be in a very passive position. If it attracted the attention of a national government, they would become rats that everyone wanted to beat. After all, they hadn't yet grown strong enough to oppose the government.

After using his trump card to deal a nasty blow to his enemies, Fang suddenly yanked the steering wheel hard! The delivery truck roared as it crashed straight through the guardrail, then, trailing debris, plunged diagonally into the surging river beside it, sending up a massive spray of water!!

Before hitting the water, Fang had already opened the driver's door and leaped straight into the river.

Once in the water, he immediately activated his own Voodoo sorcery: Murloc Soul. The principle of this technique was to offer his own essence, blood, and flesh for the Murloc Soul to devour, gaining its blessing in return for a short time.

This was a classic black magic—first you sacrifice, then you reap the benefits.

Under normal circumstances, Fang could perform this sorcery quite easily. But in his current state, nearly drained dry, the flesh and blood essence absorbed by the Murloc Soul could very well cost him half his life.

Fortunately, the ability the Murloc Soul granted him next was exactly what he needed most at this moment: underwater breathing and murloc instincts. Fang shot through the water like a torpedo, a trail of bubbles behind him, black light swirling around his body.

If anyone had witnessed it, they would have been astonished, thinking it was a fish rather than a man.

But good times never last long. The blessing time of the Murloc Soul was strictly utilitarian—it gave you exactly as much time as the flesh and blood essence it sucked from you, a fair trade with no credit or debt.

Given Fang's current depleted state, how much flesh and blood essence could he, or would he dare, give the Murloc Soul to absorb?

So, at most two minutes later, Fang surfaced directly and began looking for a place to go ashore. At that moment, he spotted a cargo ship slowly sailing in the middle of the river.

Fang was overjoyed. He knew the power of the "Typhoon" Electromagnetic Oscillation Sphere; it could ensure the enemy's communications wouldn't recover for at least two to three hours.

If he boarded this ship now, he could both tend to his injuries and seize the vessel to escape at full speed—a perfect two-for-one deal.

After jumping onto the ship, Fang headed straight for the bridge. Sure enough, he saw a middle-aged man sitting with his legs crossed, playing on his phone. When he saw Fang's ferocious appearance, with one arm severed and crisscrossing wounds that had turned white from soaking in water, he was startled. Before he could speak, Fang rushed up and knocked him unconscious with a knee to the head.

Then Fang did a quick search of the ship and found no one else besides this middle-aged man. He returned to the bridge, set the speed to maximum, and steered toward a direction.

Since the ship was on autopilot, Fang only needed to glance at the distance occasionally to adjust the course. So he began treating his wounds, focusing especially on the parasites on his face. They clung like maggots to bone, hard to remove, and seriously affected his vision.

But for Fang, this wasn't too big a deal. The things were already under control and wouldn't be fatal in the short term. He just had to hold out until the mission's time limit was over.

Next, Fang started looking around. For what? As soon as he entered the bridge, he caught a faint scent of coffee, and right now, he really craved a steaming hot cup.

It didn't take much effort to find an electric kettle nearby, a pack of Nescafe instant coffee, and a coffee cup that had been used not long ago. The aroma of coffee wafted from the cup, and the kettle still had more than half a pot of hot water.

Needless to say, Fang boiled the water and brewed himself a cup of hot coffee.

But he still felt unsatisfied. There was an empty liquor bottle on the nearby table, so Fang searched around and found three small bottles of Red Star Erguotou in a locked drawer, along with a bag of cream-filled bread on a shelf.

It was perfectly normal for these things to be here. Fang knew that on a ship, with strong winds and damp cold, crew members on night watch would definitely bring strong liquor. As for the bread, it was common as a snack for when hunger struck.

So, finding nothing suspicious, Fang almost eagerly poured half a bottle of Erguotou into the hot coffee, added three packets of coffee creamer, and squeezed the cream out of the bread into the coffee.

This was a very popular way of drinking in Fang's hometown: hot coffee with Irish whiskey, sugar, and finally a thick layer of cream. Locals called this concoction a "Brown Bomb," meaning it felt like an explosion in your throat when you drank it.

If you were hungry, you could pair it with a croissant filled with pickled cucumber and bacon.

After mixing this unorthodox "Brown Bomb," Fang couldn't wait and took a big gulp. Feeling the scalding coffee flow down his throat, he felt as if he had come back to life.

Fang let out a very contented sigh, slumped into a nearby chair, closed his eyes, and savored the aching soreness spreading throughout his body.

This was the powerful passive "Regeneration" talent of his orc bloodline. As long as the injury wasn't something like having his head cut off or being split in two, this talent could stabilize the wound and even slowly heal it automatically. The more severe the injury, the stronger the recovery.

At this point, Fang was both exhausted and hungry, and still in the extreme weakness period after canceling his transformation. So he simply mixed himself two more "Brown Bombs" to drink, finishing off the bag of bread as well. But after drinking for a while, Fang gradually felt an overwhelming drowsiness, his eyelids heavy.

Fang already felt something was wrong. He screamed frantically in his mind, over and over, Can't sleep, can't sleep, but the drowsiness clung to him like a bone-gnawing maggot, stubbornly swirling through his thoughts and persistently taking effect.

In the end, Fang couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to sleep. He fell into a deep slumber directly, and soon loud snoring filled the air.

This entire scene was captured by a hidden camera nearby, faithfully transmitted to a screen on the other end.

Ten minutes later, a gaunt figure appeared at the cabin door. It was none other than Fang Linyan!!

In his hands, he held a peculiar machine resembling a leaf blower, and it looked quite heavy—even he struggled to carry it. Then, Fang Linyan slowly approached Fang, who was slumped in a chair, and abruptly pressed the switch.

Immediately, a grayish, hazy flame shot out from the machine's nozzle, about forty to fifty centimeters long.

Fang Linyan swung it downward.

Fang's head flew straight off!!

There are many coincidences in this world, but this absolutely, absolutely does not include a severely wounded Fang randomly boarding a ship, falling into a deep sleep, and then happening to run into Fang Linyan.

Behind this lay meticulous planning, extensive investigation... and, of course, a bit of luck.

To explain all the cause and effect, we must start from the very beginning.