A heart-stopping alarm blared as countless grotesque Imposters rushed into the E District lobby.
"Some had stitches across their skin, some had only one eye, and one had a butt on its face."
Chen Feng had only ever seen expressionless Imposters before. This was an eye-opener.
The Imposters had escaped?
Meng Chengcheng had a bad feeling.
Imposters were indeed the most common, most worthless monsters.
But even the weakest monster was still a monster.
They were roughly twice as strong as ordinary people. That might not sound like much, but strength wasn't simple arithmetic. One plus one did not equal two.
Take the simplest example: people called a 1.6-meter-tall soldier short and a 2.2-meter-tall Yao Ming a giant.
Yet the difference in their heights was less than fifty percent.
If a 1.6-meter-tall person doubled in height and became a 3.2-meter giant, how many people his original size could he fight?
On that point,
Chen Feng knew from experience. Back at the Happiness Internet Cafe, five trained SWAT officers had nearly been overwhelmed by a single Imposter—and that one had a weakness.
With so many Imposters loose now, a lot of people would probably die.
"Help! Don't kill me!"
"Security! Security! Security!"
The trainee agents in the E District lobby were rookies who had never seen combat. How could they handle a scene like this?
Footsteps, curses, and screams tangled together as the entire lobby descended into chaos.
But P.E.A.C.D recruited gifted people from all over. Not everyone was a lamb waiting for slaughter.
Amid the chaos,
a yellow figure flashed past.
A burly man wearing a yellow headscarf, his eyes crossed, let out a roar and threw a wind-whipping punch that sent an Imposter flying.
But there was more than one Imposter in the lobby.
As Imposters surged toward him