Secret Squad (Seeking Recommendation Votes)

At this moment, Xia Tianming was still gorging himself within the zombie horde, unaware that he was being watched by the Umbrella Corporation, which was broadcasting his actions live.

He had killed such a vast number of zombies, yet not a single drop of blood stained his body.

This was because all the fluids splashing onto him were absorbed into his skin, consumed by the Blacklight Virus.

However, his clothes had been shredded to pieces by the zombies, leaving him somewhat exposed.

Although the surrounding zombies lacked intelligence and he wouldn't feel embarrassed to walk around naked in front of them, it still felt uncomfortable.

If only he had that stylish black hooded sweatshirt Alex Mercer wore.

No sooner had this thought crossed Xia Tianming's mind than countless red and black tentacles suddenly extended from his skin!

They danced like sprites, rapidly weaving and outlining themselves across his body!

In less than three seconds, a brand-new, pure black hooded sweatshirt had appeared on Xia Tianming!

The garment, woven from the Blacklight Virus, felt comfortable, lightweight, and incredibly durable; wearing it felt like wearing nothing at all.

The color of the clothing was deeper than any material he had ever seen, allowing him to blend perfectly into the darkness, like a black panther waiting in the night to launch a lethal strike on any passing enemy!

Seeing the garment that had suddenly appeared on his body, Xia Tianming remembered that he possessed the ability to shapeshift.

Beyond plundering the abilities of those he consumed, he could perfectly mimic their appearance, including clothing, features, voice, fingerprints, and even replicate their DNA!

At the same time, he possessed the most heaven-defying ability of all: [Memory Deep Web], which allowed him to claim the memories of his victims as his own.

It was just that after consuming so many zombies, he hadn't gained any memories yet; perhaps it was because their brains had withered and become useless.

His current Blacklight Critical Point was 623/3000; he still needed about 2300 more to break through the threshold and reach his next evolutionary goal.

However, this horde had been slaughtered down to only a few hundred, which wasn't nearly enough to eat.

Forget it, he would finish off this batch of zombies first, then go find another "meal." After all, in this biohazard world, the one thing they weren't short on was zombies.

Just as Xia Tianming was practicing his "clean plate" policy, preparing to consume every last one of the remaining zombies, suddenly!

The Blacklight Virus granted him heightened senses, allowing him to hear, amidst the deafening roars of the zombies, some peculiar sounds.

It sounded like the roar of engines and the high-speed rotation of helicopter rotors.

These strange noises were coming from several dozen kilometers away, accelerating toward his current position.

Could it be humans?!

Were there still survivors in this apocalypse?

Xia Tianming listened intently while continuing to slaughter and consume the surrounding horde.

His attacks had now become instinctual, as if the Blacklight Virus were controlling his body; without his brain needing to issue commands, his body would automatically "feed."

If they were survivors, were they friend or foe?

To be safe, Xia Tianming decided to stop attacking for the moment and hide within the zombie crowd.

And since he wasn't attacking the zombies, the zombies dared not attack him, even moving out of his way...

At this moment, several dozen kilometers away from the horde, a convoy was indeed accelerating toward Xia Tianming's position, and with heavy firepower, it was clearly not a mission for peace talks.

An M1A2 main battle tank, two Black Hawk armed helicopters, four amphibious armored vehicles packed with soldiers, and a lead open-top camouflage jeep.

Under such a formidable steel force, any zombies blocking the path were mercilessly crushed and churned into the mud.

Captain Kromi, who was leading the team, sat in the passenger seat of the jeep, looking ahead with cold eyes; he didn't even blink as they smashed through several zombies blocking the way.

Before the biohazard apocalypse, he had already been affiliated with the Umbrella Corporation. As a captain of the U.S.S. special forces, he ensured that every order issued by the company was carried out to the best of his ability.

He had just been on a routine patrol nearby, searching for traces of that woman, when he suddenly received this order to capture a newly mutated infected subject alive.

Heh, talk about using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

The fact that his elite team was required to capture a single mutant made him sneer with disdain.

"Captain Kromi, you are five kilometers from your destination. You should be able to see some scattered zombies now. However, the target seems to have sensed your arrival; it has stopped attacking the zombies and is attempting to hide among the horde..."

At this moment, a reminder came through Captain Kromi's communicator from the observer, which surprised him slightly.

The target had sensed them from such a great distance—this reminded him of that woman.

Those who perfectly fused with the T-Virus possessed a certain sixth sense, allowing them to anticipate danger in advance.

This was also the reason why Alice often escaped right under their noses.

Could it be that the target was another perfect T-Virus fusion?

Damn, why wasn't he one?

This sparked jealousy in Captain Kromi, and he decided to give the target a good beating before capturing him alive.

He ordered the team to increase their speed.

A few minutes later, the swarms of zombies finally appeared in the team's field of vision.

Captain Kromi did indeed notice that the number of zombies had decreased significantly, shifting from a medium-sized horde to a small group.

However, finding the target with the naked eye among these hundreds of zombies was not going to be that simple.

He picked up the communicator and asked the monitor, "Where exactly is the target hiding now?"

"At two o'clock, directly in front of you. You can unleash some firepower to flush him out, but be careful not to kill him."

"Hmph, no need for you to remind me."

Captain Kromi let out a cold snort and stood up from the jeep, personally operating the heavy machine gun mounted on the hood. He aimed the sights toward the two o'clock position, his expression gradually turning ferocious.

Kid, let's see how long you can keep hiding like a turtle!

Meanwhile, Xia Tianming was still crouching among the zombie horde, completely unaware that he had been exposed to the gaze of the Sky Eye Satellite.

However, the tendrils on the surface of his skin suddenly stood on end, as if some danger were imminent.

Could it be that the Blacklight Virus was warning him of impending peril?

Bang, bang, bang!!

No sooner had this thought crossed his mind than a burst of dense gunfire suddenly echoed across the wasteland!

Like a violent storm, the machine gun rounds tore through the bodies of the zombies in their path, instantly turning the scene into a chaotic spray of flying flesh and blood!

Although zombies practically ruled this planet, they were still made of flesh and blood after all, and under the strafing of the 12.7mm heavy machine gun, they had absolutely no ability to resist!

As for Xia Tianming, who was hiding within the horde, he felt a wave of intense pressure bearing down on him!

Pfft!

At that moment, a machine gun round pierced through his abdomen, leaving a bowl-sized through-and-through wound, so large that one could see the scenery on the other side through the hole...