Mission Accomplished

The supervisor had a warm smile and kind eyes.

Thomas couldn't help but shudder under that seemingly harmless, expectant gaze.

A long-suppressed fear was silently surging within him, yet he still reluctantly shuffled along, cautiously probing:

"Manager, do you really want me to go?"

"As you know, I have very little combat experience. And..."

Thomas swallowed hard and revealed the true thoughts behind his hesitation:

"I think this enemy is completely different from the traitors who have appeared in the organization before."

"The technology group manages the organization's intranet and cyber intelligence. Since its establishment, it has been kept secret and strictly protected by the organization. To date, no enemy has been able to infiltrate our headquarters."

"Because when they tried to spy on our tech team, the boss and his Royal Guard had already taken care of the problem for us."

But this time...

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he mustered his courage and voiced his guess:

"The warning was issued yesterday afternoon, and by this morning, four of our key members in the technology team had died. Neither the boss nor the Royal Guard had shown up."

"Doesn't this mean that the series of battles that took place in Naples yesterday were actually..."

Thomas's meaning is self-evident.

That elusive boss is known for his zero-tolerance attitude towards challengers.

Normally, dealing with traitors is handled by the boss and his Royal Guard; there's never any need for amateurs like the tech team to bother.

Now, the boss has not only ordered the tech team to defend themselves, but has also completely disappeared during the enemy's long journey from Naples to Pisa, and has not taken any action until now.

What does this tell us?

Outsiders might not realize it yet, but as a member of the technology team who possessed countless pieces of firsthand intelligence, Thomas had already vaguely sensed the truth:

"Was the boss defeated yesterday?"

"He was most likely seriously injured and unable to fight, and even his Royal Guard suffered heavy losses."

"Otherwise, they should at least send someone to help us now!"

"Shut up!!"

Upon hearing this series of hurtful words, the supervisor's expression instantly changed.

He didn't even bother to maintain a semblance of friendliness, instead speaking in an extremely cold and stern tone:

"Thomas, know your place."

"Humans have their missions, and pigs have theirs—a pig's mission is to be obedient, not to think about things that pigs shouldn't think about."

"I"

Thomas kept his mouth tightly shut.

He rarely mustered the courage to say such rebellious things, but the result was that he completely angered his boss.

The supervisor was not swayed by the terrible speculation; instead, he was furious.

Hearing those harsh words, Thomas clenched his Riot Games tightly.

The words were harsh, but they were all true.

The people working in this technology group—no, in this Pig Farm —are actually just slaves kept by their supervisors.

Because the supervisor's stand-in, "Pig Factory," is actually this huge building that looks like Pig Farm.

The bricks, beams, electrical appliances, and equipment that make up this Pig Farm are actually objects manifested by the supervisor's mental power, and these technicians are actually working inside the supervisor's substitute body all along.

With just a thought, the supervisor could turn any rebel in this vast building who went against his will into a helpless pig to be slaughtered.

Stand User like Thomas and Sam Sand can barely maintain their human dignity in front of their superiors.

But the other technicians and peripheral henchmen who were just ordinary people were truly nothing more than pigs and dogs being exploited and enslaved in this Pig Farm, unable to utter a sound of resistance.

"Get to work properly!"

The supervisor stared intently at Thomas with his cold, menacing gaze:

"You know, everything in this Pig Farm is under my surveillance."

"If you have any improper thoughts, or if you are afraid of death and refuse to fight hard, you will know the consequences!"

"I understand."

Thomas swallowed the humiliation of being treated like a pig and nodded tremblingly.

"Rest assured, I will do my utmost!"

Li Qing is retracing his steps in the direction he came from.

At his current speed, if everything goes smoothly, he should be able to rush out of the Pig Farm gate in less than half a minute.

That's right, even after turning into a pig, his speed didn't seem slow at all.

While it may not be as physically imposing as the original Superman, it is still far faster than the running speed of an ordinary human.

Contrary to the stereotypes in people's minds, pigs, as animals that can be considered as predators alongside tigers and black bears in the wild, are actually quite capable runners.

Even a large, domesticated pig can unleash a speed that humans can only dream of when it matters most.

Li Qing had a deep impression of this:

When he was a child, he spent the Spring Festival in his hometown in the countryside. He once witnessed an exaggerated scene where a fat pig suddenly broke free from the slaughterhouse, blood gushing from one side of its neck, while it carried several villagers on motorcycles for miles.

When it comes to physical fitness, humans really can't beat pigs.

After gradually getting used to the pig's body, Li Qing discovered an even more remarkable characteristic of the pig:

Their sense of smell is extremely sensitive.

After being transformed into a pig, Li Qing's super hearing deteriorated to the same level as a pig (but was still better than that of an ordinary human).

The pig's eyesight was restored, but it was born with severe myopia. It could only see blurry shadows of objects from a distance, so it was not much different from being completely blind.

However, at the same time, Li Qing possessed a pig's super sense of smell.

Pigs have a sense of smell twice as sensitive as dogs, which are known for their keen sense of smell. They can accurately distinguish the different smells emitted by different objects in the air, and can even smell the faint scents coming from several kilometers away.

For example.

Now, Li Qing can even distinguish by smell which pigpen in this huge pig farm contains immature piglets, which contains castrated pigs, which is a boar in heat, and which is a sow that has just given birth.

Different pigs emit completely different pheromones.

This is a feeling that is impossible to experience as a human being.

Li Qing could clearly perceive the world around him simply by smell.

Of course, the downside is that the smell of excrement in the air becomes even more pungent.

Because of his overly sensitive nose, he could even clearly sense the direction of the sewage ditch and the huge septic tank hidden underground, which accumulated a massive amount of stench.

"It stinks."

Li Qing couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated by the smell.

Fortunately, the pig seemed to be very adaptable, and even such a strong smell did not cause its nose to stop working.

Even when he was dizzy and disoriented from the rushing water, Li Qing could still determine his direction by smell, and even instantly sense the appearance of enemies:

"Someone's there?!"

Li Qing sensed a human scent, but it was unfamiliar.

The smell suddenly appeared from a wall that should have no exit, and quickly rushed into Li Qing's extremely sensitive pig nose.

His vision was extremely blurry, and he was unable to use his super hearing to make out the enemy's outline.

But the smell of strangers, the smell of metal, the smell of gun oil, the smell of gunpowder.

These subtle and complex smells blended together, allowing Li Qing to instantly understand that this was the enemy, and the attack methods they might use. "Gun, the enemy is probably using guns."

This is actually good news.

What Li Qing fears most right now is encountering Stand User, not those thugs who attack with guns.

After all, although he can't use skills, at least his digitized body is still there, so even if he's shot in a vital spot, he won't die on the spot.

As long as he's willing to withstand the gunfire, he can run out of the pig farm and return to his companions in one go.

"Never mind, let's charge!"

Li Qing rushed forward without hesitation.

At this moment, the enemy also launched an attack without hesitation:

"Stop!"

The unfamiliar enemy let out a loud shout, his voice tinged with tension.

Li Qing's pig ears, which were much more sensitive than those of ordinary humans, immediately heard the sound of something cutting through the air. Then, a subtle smell of metal mixed with the scent of gunpowder wafted towards them from mid-air.

"That speed, that sound..."

Li Qing suddenly realized something:

The speed at which a scent travels is definitely slower than that of a bullet, and since I was able to smell the scent coming towards me first, it means that this thing is definitely not a bullet.

The speed is so slow, could it be a grenade?

Li Qing roughly realized what kind of attack the enemy had launched against him.

At the same time, he also sensed that the grenade had been thrown slightly off course:

"You didn't even throw it accurately."

"This will only blow up the passageway behind me, it won't hurt me at all."

With that in mind, Li Qing continued to charge forward recklessly.

However, just as Li Qing was far ahead, and his grenade was about to hit the ground and miss, at that very moment...

It turned a corner.

PS: Substitute panel.

Stand's name: "Mission Accomplished"

The subject— Thomas Gallo

Destructive power: E

Speed: E

Range: E

Endurance: A

Motion precision: A

Growth potential: E

Ability: Appearance is a pair of orange goggles with a very futuristic look.

As long as Thomas sees the target through these glasses, any object he throws (including bullets fired from guns) will hit the target location 100% of the time.