The Naming of the Night
The helicopter took off.
As if nothing could stop it, as long as Qing Chen was still alive, it would fly no matter the wind or rain. At that moment, Sorel suddenly saw four transport helicopters approaching in the distance.
Each powerful transport helicopter carried a cargo container beneath it. The containers' iron walls were covered in dents and bulges, as if some monster inside had been pounding against them for who knew how long. Even from far away, Sorel could hear the thumping from within, but he had no idea what was inside.
The four transport helicopters descended.
Before the containers even touched the ground, someone climbed down the ropes in midair. Standing atop a container, he used an iron hook to undo its latches one by one. Sorel's mouth fell open as he watched the container doors slowly open, revealing nothing but darkness within.
Soon, six beastman warriors charged out. Ignoring the height above the ground, they leaped directly from the container and landed on the pristine snow! These beastman warriors were humans who had been completely beastified by incomplete genetic drugs, with only a shred of reason left.
Chips had been embedded into the backs of their necks, but even those chips could not fully control them. They could only transmit simple targets and use the most basic physiological stimulation to ignite their rage. Sorel's scalp went numb. Were these the legendary werewolves?
Werewolves had appeared. Did that mean vampires existed too!?
Each container held six A-class beastman warriors. Four containers made twenty in total. These twenty-four genetic drugs were Duke of Storm's greatest trump card for the Kingdom organization. However, one of the beastman warriors did not immediately jump down from its container.
It stood at the edge of the container