Angels Mobilize!

Jingle.

As a clear bell rang, 023 opened its eyes.

A middle-aged man walked into the room, approached Mo, and patted him on the shoulder. "Son... could you do your father a favor?"

Mo smiled faintly upon hearing this, "Alright."

The middle-aged man's face twisted in pain. "We... we want you to help us fight a monster, one that's related to you..."

What with you?

Are you a monster like me?

Mo's wings spread slightly behind his back. "Alright, I'll deal with it."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then said, "... If you think you can't beat it, come back. Make sure you're safe. You have to come back alive!"

Mo stretched out his body. "If it's really dangerous, could you please grant me a small request?"

"You say."

"I think I need some food."

"I'll have logistics ready right now..."

"No, I need living things."

"You... you mean that kind?"

"Yes, the kind that you can accept."

Outside the observation room, a group of people watched the footage from inside the room through a monitor.

They had a large number of poultry and animals brought to them, and then they saw the feathers on Mo's body pierce into the bodies of these poultry, and the poultry immediately began to scream in agony.

Everyone who heard the hysterical screams through the monitor frowned instinctively.

"If I could, I wouldn't want to get pricked by that feather; it would hurt a lot."

One person turned around and said, "That's not very painful. That kind of pain would exceed the limits of pain you are aware of."

Is it possible to reach that level?

"Yes."

"Wouldn't that creature's brain go into shock and die from the pain?"

"No, we extracted a sample from the tip of the angel's feather. The tip of his feather is extremely sharp, and the feather is hollow inside, containing a toxin."

"This toxin can make an organism's senses more sensitive, especially to pain. At the same time, this toxin also has the ability to protect the organism's brain and keep it conscious."

"Is it possible for us to extract this toxin and make a medicine?"

"I advise you not to do that."

"The latest experimental results are out. If this toxin enters the human body, you will feel unbearable pain and intense itching with every breath."

"Then forget it."

Everyone looked at the monitor again, "How many waves is this now?"

"In the 16th wave, five hundred laboratory mice were sent in, but the angels didn't seem to be satisfied with the mice."

"Then we added fifty white pigs, ten yaks, and twenty Black Goat. The screams of these creatures seemed to satisfy the angels just enough."

Through surveillance, they can hardly see angels anymore.

As the angel's wings grew longer and more numerous, the front wings became larger and larger, with a single wing reaching a diameter of nearly ten meters when fully extended.

The angel now has sixty-four wings.

The wings filled the room, even breaking through the walls, extending from one room to another.

"Is that about enough?"

"If the angel continues to grow, he will be unable to leave."

"Okay, that's enough for now, Telephone Angel, let him come out."

The news had barely spread when someone approached the angel on the other side.

With a flap of his wings, Kemo completely covered them.

Shortly afterward, two hysterical screams rang out from inside the room.

And the angel grew a pair of wings.

Upon seeing this, everyone instinctively gasped.

"This..."

"Um, Asian Director, how about... you go instead?"

The Asian Director member leaned on the screen, his brows furrowed. "I suddenly regret joining GOC."

Please understand.

The Asian Director turned to leave the monitoring room, but the next second, the ground outside the GOC headquarters was suddenly lifted up by some force!

Boom!

A pure white figure burst out of the ground in an instant, leaping into the sky with sixty-six wings soaring high above!

The crowd looked up in disbelief, unable to even see the angel's true face.

All they could see were enormous feathered wings.

The European Director swallowed hard. "If the previous angel was still under control, now... we're afraid we're no longer able to contain him."

Mo lowered his head and watched as the Asian Director walked into the courtyard. He then spread his wings and descended directly from the sky to the ground.

"I think I'm ready."

The Asian Director member pursed his lips. "Okay... be careful."

The six board members behind him exchanged a glance.

Be safe?

Are you reminding us?

"Ahem, Asian Director, I happen to have a bottle of 1965 Louis XIII at home. Would you be interested in coming over for a drink?"

"Your liquor is pure fake; it's a miracle if it doesn't kill you. Asian Director, I've heard that Asians love playing mahjong. I've just recently learned a few moves myself!"

"That's enough for you two. The Asian Director bears a heavy responsibility for this operation. He needs to be on-site to direct the operation at all times. Of course, he will inevitably get tired while directing."

"Asian Director, I heard you enjoy drinking tea, so I specially ordered someone to buy this premium Longjing tea. Please do try it!"

6.

North America.

On a bus, a boy looked at the blood-red inverted triangle pattern that had appeared in his palm, puzzled. "What... is this?"

The boy was speaking blankly when a fat man walked over and suddenly nudged him. "Hey, Li, look what I found!"

The boy turned his head and saw the fat man take out a cell phone. On the phone was a white-haired man who was exercising.

The man kept showing off his muscles to the screen, asking, "Do you think becoming Blood Clan is a terrifying thing?"

"No, you're wrong!"

"Becoming Blood Clan is actually incredibly awesome!"

"Not only can we fly, but we also heal quickly no matter what kind of injury we suffer!"

"A couple of days ago, someone came to kill me. The moment his knife pierced my stomach, the wound on my stomach healed!"

Can you even imagine?!

"The knife was stuck right inside my stomach! My God, I endured the pain and pulled it out, and not a single drop of blood came out!"

"Haha, and now I can lift a refrigerator with one hand. I feel like a superhero!"

The fat man laughed and said, "Have you seen this? A lot of people have been posting these kinds of videos lately, and I find them really enjoyable!"

"I was thinking, why don't I let a vampire bite me and become a Blood Clan for fun?"

The boy looked troubled. "Huh?"

"What? Becoming Blood Clan is so cool!" the fat man said with envy.

Is it cool to become Blood Clan?

The boy didn't think so, perhaps because he was Asian and couldn't understand the coolness of these people.

He was an international student who had excellent grades since childhood and was talented in everything he did. His parents valued his abilities and sent him to study abroad.

However, as rumors of zombies and vampires began to circulate overseas, his parents started sending him frequent messages urging him to come back.

After all, at least there aren't any strange rumors circulating about my family.

Even if they did, they hadn't seen it.

If you don't see it, it means you're safe.