A Space Bag with a Smell

The young man left in a daze, but suddenly came to his senses while standing in the elevator, looking at the ascending elevator with a puzzled expression. He vaguely remembered being on the 9th floor; how did he end up back in the elevator?

The young man felt something was strange but didn't pay much attention to it. He lowered his head and played with his phone before arriving at the door of number 906.

Inside the house, a man was aiming Sniper Rifle at the hospital. Five men and one woman were sitting on the sofa, playing cards or watching TV. When they saw the young man bring back a late-night snack, they all stopped what they were doing.

"What's going on? Why did it take you so long to get back?"

"Is that even a question? He's probably just using his phone again!"

The young man scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, "I wasn't using my phone, really, checking the ingredients took a long time."

Just as the group was about to enjoy their late-night snack, the man holding the Sniper Rifle suddenly spoke up, telling them not to eat yet.

"What's wrong, Captain?"

The man glanced coldly at the group and pulled out a bag of silver needles from his pocket. "How many times have I told you, better safe than sorry. This is Team Battle, not an ordinary mission!"

"Haha, Captain, you're still so cautious." The young man shrugged and chuckled. He had made the late-night snack himself, and while it was good that the captain was taking precautions, he felt embarrassed.

The man tested all the food bags, confirmed they were non-toxic, nodded, and silently retreated to the wall to continue observing the hospital with his Sniper Rifle.

"Captain, aren't you going to eat?"

"No need, I've already eaten compressed biscuits."

Feeling awkward, the group picked up their late-night snacks and started eating.

"Having a chef in the team is great. By the way, what were you thinking, exchanging for the ability of Master Chef?"

"Haha, because in reality I am a chef, but just a beginner apprentice. I was always being bullied and bossed around, so in a fit of anger I exchanged for this ability. Now I am the head chef in the hotel, and I have squeezed out those chefs who always gave me the cold shoulder."

"You're really something else. We're Reincarnator, you should broaden your horizons a bit, like thinking about making him a hundred million first..."

"Stop teasing him. I think it's good to be down-to-earth. The Master Chef's skills are amazing. Anyway, I can't eat any more compressed biscuits."

After finishing their late-night snack, the group chatted idly. Unable to get a word in edgewise, the young man stood next to the captain and asked, "Captain, is a fight going to break out tonight?"

The man remained silent, staring intently at the scope. He was a man of few words and not particularly adept at managing his squad; his only redeeming quality was his self-discipline.

He's the kind of person who's good at leading by example as a vice-captain, but unfortunately the former captain died in the mission and the others aren't up to the task, so he's the only one who can step up.

His attempt to get close to the captain failed, so the young man shrugged and sat on the sofa playing on his phone. Gradually, he became restless, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he couldn't concentrate on the game anymore.

For some reason, he suddenly found his female teammate next to him more fun than the game!

Am I possessed? How could women be more fun than games?

"That's strange, it suddenly got hot!"

The group exchanged glances, all feeling that the room was a bit too hot. Turning on the air conditioner didn't help. They were breathing heavily, their faces flushed, and they looked at their female teammates.

The female team member was also feeling unbearably hot. Being stared at by several wolves, she snorted disdainfully, glanced at them with contempt, and pulled the young man towards the bedroom.

"Damn it, they didn't even choose me as the chef. What's so great about that guy besides being a bit pale?"

"It's not that guy's face is pale, it's that yours is too dark!"

"I @#￥%...&"

The scratching sounds from the bedroom grew louder and louder. The group's eyes turned bloodshot, and after exchanging a glance, they all got up and walked towards the bedroom.

The captain, holding Sniper Rifle, was completely focused and didn't notice anything unusual inside the house. Even if he had, he wouldn't have been surprised, as the female team member had a secret technique for sexual intercourse and had a rather unconventional view of relationships.

At the hospital, Jason, under Russell's orders, went to the intensive care unit, swiftly killed the unfortunate man, and was then blasted down by sniper bullets coming from four directions.

With his previous body, even if he lost an arm or a leg, it would still take time to repair. But now it's different. The Adamantium skeleton is too strong. He broke through the window, jumped off the building, and began to hunt down the sniper.

The harassment in the hospital officially signaled the start of the Team Battle. Sporadic firefights became more frequent, and occasionally, ability users would clash with each other.

During the probing phase, the Reincarnator were quite restrained, and none of them revealed their trump cards or ultimate moves.

The man, holding Sniper Rifle, was in a disadvantageous position and unable to lock onto a suitable target. Just as he was about to discuss the situation with his teammates, he turned around and saw the empty living room.

The battle raging inside the bedroom was far more intense than outside. Hearing the sounds, the man's face darkened. He thought to himself that he would fire the team leader after this mission was over. He couldn't lead this damn team; let whoever wanted to lead it take over.

"The Team Battle has already started, how long are you going to keep messing around?"

The man opened the bedroom door, and even though he was a veteran who had experienced several worlds, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the scene inside. He could understand the combination of , but what the hell is a man on both sides?

Has the squad become this zombie-infested?

He quickly realized something was wrong; the people inside looked frantic, as if they had gone mad, clearly having been ambushed.

"You bunch of idiots, you've been ambushed! Wake up!"

The man was so angry that he was trembling. He rushed forward and slapped one of the team members twice. He quickly realized the malice, and everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to him.

Man. "..."

Dodging a lunge with a bayonet, the man angrily kicked away a squad member who was approaching him, rushed out of the house and closed the door. This was the first time he had ever seen his team members work together so unitedly.

"Damn it, who did this?"

The man clenched his teeth. The hotel was no longer safe, and he had to retreat immediately. However, he didn't have enough Reward Points. If he abandoned his disoriented teammates, he would not escape death even after the Team Battle ended.

"We have no choice but to take the risk. We just hope we can break even tonight!"

After a moment's thought, the man finally decided to abandon his teammates; taking several burdens with him would only hasten his death.

"Snap!"

The sound of the door being cleaved open startled the man. He tore open his shirt collar and roared at the doorway, his body transforming as dense black fur grew, canine teeth and claws emerged, and he became Werewolf about two meters tall.

Russell, dressed in a black robe with two blue eyes visible through his dark face, stood facing the Werewolf, knife in hand.

"You startled me! I thought you were going to pounce on me if you took off your clothes!"

"Roar roar roar————"

The Werewolf roared, its eyes blazing with ferocity. It leaped up and used all four limbs to climb the wall and pounce on Russell.

Russell did not dodge or defend. He only made a move when the Werewolf was halfway down in the air. He raised his sleeve, gripped the Desert Eagle, and fired repeatedly at the Werewolf.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—

After emptying the entire magazine, the Werewolf fell to the ground with a mournful howl. The Magic Power bullets had inflicted great damage on him. He thrashed about a few times, barely breathing.

What happened to using a knife?

Russell didn't approach rashly. He changed his magazine and fired repeatedly at the Werewolf's heart and head until it was completely dead before following the sound to the bedroom.

The battle continues, and it's conceivable that unless the effects of the drug wear off, even the apocalypse won't stop them from continuing their madness.

Russell changed his magazine, kicked open the bedroom door, and the moment he raised his gun, everyone in the room turned to look at him, not because they were conscious, but because they had discovered a newcomer.

Almost without stopping, the group leaped into the air, even faster than the Werewolf before them!

Swift as the wind! Aggressive as fire! Immovable as a mountain! Moving like thunder!

Russell's eye twitched, realizing he had underestimated the lethality of "I Love a Firewood." He emptied his magazine and narrowly killed everyone before he could pounce.

This time there was only one Space Bag, the Werewolf captain's. He didn't touch the others in the bedroom, and he absolutely refused to touch Space Bag that smelled bad!