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"Relieve the force!"

"Leverage their strength!"

The reception room at the security center wasn't very large, only about 30 square meters.

But in this not-so-spacious reception room, Ning Que's fighting performance was almost flawless.

The complementary combination of ancient martial arts techniques and Gene Fighting Technique is constantly displayed in Ning Que's hands. This is an ability that only the older generation possessed. Most of the younger generation cannot achieve this complementary combination, but Ning Que's style is extremely close to that of the older generation.

If they share the same gene sequence and similar physical abilities, the younger generation is a complete target in front of the older generation.

The definition of a sequence also becomes invalid during the replacement of old sequences with new ones.

Song Bu'er judged that only those at the Sixth Sequence would be able to suppress this shadowy opponent, while the older generation of sequence masters did not need this standard, so the sequence level could be slightly lowered.

"If Ning Que possessed the physical attributes of Fifth Sequence, he should be able to fight this monster to a standstill!"

Song Bu'er kept a close eye on the two sides fighting, listening to Ning Que's occasional exhalations and sounds, and also judging when to intervene.

Ning Que, from the Fourth Sequence, could put up a fight against the Black Shadow, but it was clearly impossible for him to win in the struggle.

This requires cooperation from all sides, and Ning Que's voice is a reminder in the darkness, supplementing everyone's limited vision.

Song Bu'er, carrying the Song 999 version gun that was out of bullets, kept moving his legs and feet, and kept taking off the color-changing field uniform he was wearing.

His actions clearly attracted great attention from the shadowy figure, who repeatedly approached Ning Que during their fight, as if trying to steal his color-changing combat uniform.

"If Brother Zhang were here, he would be so calm and smart. He could definitely kill this monster!"

Song Bu'er moved around constantly as bait, and Ning Que was beaten so badly that he could only dodge and parry. Song Sijia couldn't help but hang her head and mutter dejectedly.

Although the dark figure didn't rush towards her, Song Sijia glanced at the narrow gap in the doorway and didn't dare to risk rushing out for the time being.

Her Dragon Might Combat Technique were ineffective, and she had no firearms on her, leaving her practically useless.

Song Sijia couldn't help but wonder what to do if Zhang Xuezhou encountered this situation.

He doesn't reply to my calls at all!

Song Sijia quickly typed a message and asked, but Zhang Xuezhou on the contact number did not respond.

Just like in the past when she sent messages to Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Xuezhou never even clicked to view them. This time, Zhang Xuezhou was also not paying attention to her messages, let alone replying.

Unable to get help from afar, Song Sijia had no choice but to save herself.

She grabbed a chair that had been squeezed into a corner, and after observing it several times, she felt that she had spotted an opportunity.

"Middle!"

Song Sijia was sent flying by a chair.

In the dim light, Ning Que's muffled, low growl suddenly rang out.

"Don't do anything reckless!"

Song Bu'er cried out urgently and had no choice but to use the Song 999 version gun as a melee weapon, jumping in to replace Ning Que who had failed.

As the shadowy figure delivered a punch, Song Bu'er felt a tearing pain in the web of his hand, making it difficult for his right hand to grip the spear.

He had just stretched out his left hand when he felt his abdomen being hit by the other person's knee, and a wave of pain, dizziness, and violent vomiting washed over him.

Just like Li Qi, who was going all out, Song Bu'er focused all his skills on shooting, stealth, and running, leaving him with very limited physical resilience.

As blood and food from his stomach gushed out, Song Bu'er felt his color-changing combat uniform, which had been mostly undone, being forcibly pulled away by the other party.

"The opportunity has arrived!"

Ning Que shouted, Song Bu'er felt his body being hit hard again. He was sent flying while spitting out saliva.

A 'plop' sound came, and Song Bu'er felt as if she had been pulled down by something as she flew out.

He hit his head on the wall, and when he groggily got up, he saw that his discolored field uniform had been torn into a tattered garment nearly three meters long.

The shadowy figure still held some tattered clothing in his hand, but as Ning Que had tripped him while the other man was pulling his body, he was now lying on the ground.

With a sharp lash of Jin Shixue's belt, the dark figure lying on the ground began to spin like a top.

Jin Shixue's exertion was clearly extremely skillful; the belt was neither grasped by the black shadow's hands and feet, yet he still managed to whip his opponent, causing him to spin around.

After three consecutive blows, the black shadow's body had resumed its normal rotation.

"It's done!"

Ning Que withdrew his hands and feet in the darkness, then quickly kicked away the debris on the ground.

"Does this person have turtle genes?"

Once a space had been cleared, Ning Que raised his bruised hands and right leg, and looked at the black shadow that had been whipped around by Jin Shixue.

"Even with the most outstanding turtle genes, it's impossible for a turtle's body to bulge out front and back," said Jin Shixue, who was pulling out his belt. "His body is unbelievably thick, and he only excels at brute force; it's very likely due to some special gene!"

"With this genetic talent, he could already defeat 99% of his peers in a brute-force attack," Ning Que sighed.

"Perhaps!"

Jin Shixue nodded, his right hand gripping the leather belt and whipping it repeatedly, his eyes fixed on the shadowy figure who was being whipped into a spinning top.

The belt he wore around his waist wasn't made of synthetic leather, but rather cowhide that had been soaked in oil multiple times. This type of leather was incredibly tough, so much so that it would bounce back even if chopped with a knife.

A single lash from this belt would cause serious injury, but under his repeated blows, Jin Shixue felt no pain whatsoever. He simply lost his balance, his hands and feet became unsteady, and he struggled to get up, without uttering a single sound of pain.

"I've witnessed many strange things since arriving in Western Capital City. Perhaps he's not some kind of Sequence Holder?"

If it weren't for the many people around him, Jin Shixue would have almost doubted whether he had suffered some kind of mental influence again and that everything he saw was a hallucination.

"Could you please ask Committee Member Zhang Xuezhou to come and take a look at the situation?"

Jin Shixue pondered his limited network of relationships and the people he trusted. He glanced at the belt on his right hand and had no choice but to ask others for help in making contacts.

"I just contacted him, but he hasn't replied!"

Song Sijia retorted sullenly, while Song Bu'er, who was being supported by Song Sijia, struggled for a moment before falling into pain and vomiting again.

"The unrest isn't just happening on our side right now!"

Ning Que murmured.

Although he denied it, Ning Que was efficient and didn't hesitate to send a message, regardless of whether Zhang Xuezhou checked it. Only then did he turn on the small light on the communicator and stare at the shadowy figure being whipped on the ground.

He appears to have no reproductive organs!

Jin Shixue's belt was clearly not a pleasant thing; even though the shadowy figure didn't utter a sound, the black clothes he was wearing were whipped to shreds with each belt.

Ning Que stared at him for a while and thought that the other person's big belly and hunchback were strange enough, but the fact that the other person had no reproductive organs made him seem too unusual.

What areas are you paying attention to?

Song Sijia grumbled and then quickly sent another message to Zhang Xuezhou.

"This can't go on like this. How about I find someone to help us lock him up for questioning?"

After sending the message, Song Sijia felt that calling Zhang Xuezhou was a bit unreliable and that she would have to rely on the security center for help.

"Don't run around. There are poisonous thorns everywhere outside, and quite a few people with similar strange creatures," Song Bu'er said breathlessly. "After the rain stops, take some fire..."

"The rain outside has stopped!"

Song Sijia read it aloud, her head darting around.

But as soon as she remembered that Song Bu'er that there were quite a few people with similar dark shadows, she didn't dare to run around for the time being.

Aside from searching for usable tools, Song Sijia could only study Jin Shixue to spin a top.

"Bang!"

Song Sijia didn't know how many times she was whipped, but she only heard Jin Shixue's belt slip and the body that had been whipped suddenly disappear from the ground, leaving only a fist-sized black bean rolling back and forth on the ground.