Chapter Eleven: Dance of Death

  "I personally have no malice towards the Iron Brotherhood, and I hope to make friends with you all. However, this little girl is someone I must take away." Mars said helplessly, spreading his hands as he watched the Hummer approach. Of course, he didn't hold out any hope for such a negotiation, so his expression seemed completely insincere.

  Looking at the young man in front of him, with his tall and well-proportioned physique, and a lazy smile on his face, Blank suddenly realized that the real threat was here. The young man's nose bridge was high, and his eyes were sharp. His black long hair was combed neatly and tied back behind his head, matching perfectly with his black leather jacket. But what left the deepest impression on people was his mouth with a lazy smile, thin lips, and a crooked corner of his mouth. Not only did he have variations in his muscular system, but also in his nervous system, such a combination often represented unsolvability. Very dangerous, very deadly, Blank immediately evaluated his enemy.

  As an excavator, Blanke is probably the most aware of ability combinations. Some things combined are not as simple as one plus one equals two. The combination of quick reaction and perfect physique is absolutely the most perfect evolution of living organisms, and the power that can be displayed is completely beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

  On my side, I can give him an attack that Otou cannot give him a fatal injury, and Rira who can hurt him is completely unable to touch him. And others under the opponent's speed and power can only become targets of random slaughter. Currently, the only hope is that Rira and Otou can hold back the enemy and persist until the opponent's strength is exhausted.

  "Top-level threat, speed plus strength. Mission priority, Lila, Otto, you two stop him at all costs." Blanke's command was simple and clear.

  The squad executed the plan with lightning speed. Cassel floored it and turned the steering wheel, taking a sharp turn off the main road. Xiao, on the roof of the car, immediately opened fire with his M249 machine gun. The two rear doors swung open simultaneously, with Otto charging towards Mars with his long sword on one side, while Lila rolled out of the other side.

  It's not just dirty work, it's also tiring. Mars also immediately evaluated the things left to him by Sakura.

  Having dodged the bullets fired from the car, Mars approached Otto, who he judged to be the most threatening.

  Otto thought he would try to drag out the fight, but soon realized that he didn't even have the qualifications for a real fight. Even his athletic system, which he had trained since childhood, was no match for this mutated person. It wasn't just a matter of degree; many movements Otto could react to but absolutely couldn't do, while the person in front of him did them with ease.

  As soon as Otto landed, Mars was already waiting there one step ahead. Faced with the unavoidable blow, Otto had to abandon his left arm to block it, and the young man's straight punch to the chest was even faster than the pain transmitted from his left arm. Otto could clearly feel his chest cave in, and his lungs, which had lost their negative pressure protection, immediately deflated like a punctured balloon. The sudden inability to breathe caused Otto to involuntarily stop in his tracks, and his right hand unconsciously dropped its sword in an attempt to block the opening of his chest.

  The swift Mars sidestepped and swept, the sword had already changed hands. Then Otto saw what he liked to do best, or rather, the attack method that all speed enthusiasts preferred - a long sword slash towards the neck. After a flash of cold light, Otto felt himself flying up. As he rolled over, for the first time he saw his own body from this angle, a headless body slowly kneeling to the ground, and the severed carotid artery suddenly lost contact with the head, pumping out a cluster of blood flowers in sync with the heartbeat. Fortunately, there was no pain, and Otto's last thought flashed by like that.

  Mars, who had just killed Otto, didn't even pause before turning to face the charging Lila and striking her with several swords. However, the long sword only managed to ruin Lila's combat uniform once again. Seeing that his attack was completely ineffective, he immediately lifted one foot and kicked the slightly slower Lila to the ground. Then, he chased after Hama, who had already rushed down the highway in preparation for escape.

  Watching the rapidly approaching enemy, Xiao used his machine gun to lock down as large an area as possible. Because he had to maintain his advancing speed, Mars couldn't have too much room for evasion, and the scattered bullets made him quite embarrassed. Fortunately, the M249 only had a capacity of thirty rounds, and during the brief moment when Xiao changed magazines, Mars immediately raised the long sword in his hand and threw it out.

  All of a sudden, with a "pu" sound, the long sword pierced into Xiao's chest from his ribs, and the sharp tip of the sword went through his shoulder blade from behind. The wound obviously damaged his trachea, and a large amount of blood surged into Xiao's airway. Suddenly choked by his own blood, Xiao coughed violently, trying to spit out the blood. However, with the intense movement of his chest, the wound in his lungs was torn even larger, allowing more blood to flow into his trachea. After several such repetitions, Xiao lost the strength to cough. Seriously injured, he could only let the fresh blood gradually fill up his entire lung, blocking the contact between the alveoli and the air.

  With Xiao out of the way, Mars hastened a few steps and leaped onto the car. Fortunately, he had never liked to torture his enemies, so looking at Xiao who was suffocating from his own blood, he very mercifully twisted this man's neck, ending the suffering with just one move.

  As soon as Kassel realized the enemy was on top of the carriage, he slammed on the brakes in an attempt to shake them off. However, this action had no effect on Mars, who quickly countered with a few swift back-and-forth movements, neutralizing the inertia caused by the sudden stop.

  Just as Kassel was about to continue advancing in the car, Mars had already picked up the M249 machine gun on the roof of the car and replaced the magazine. He fired at the front row position and pulled the trigger. Even the Hummer equipped with thin steel plates could not withstand such close-range machine gun fire, and Kassel was killed on the spot. The Trever fiber bulletproof helmet he wore on his head was penetrated by the first few shots, and for a time, the inside of the car was splattered with red and white brain tissue everywhere.

  Blank was almost out of the front door in a flash, with his Desert Eagle already loaded with .44 Magnum armor-piercing rounds, and where he was aiming was the most vulnerable spot for all humans - the groin area. As long as Yao could give this person any illusion to make him stay for a moment, it would be enough.

  Unfortunately, Mars didn't give Blank such an opportunity. As he swept his gun forward, he noticed Blank and Yau emerging from the front and rear doors. From Blank's movements, Mars immediately judged the enemy's shooting direction and dodged Blank's shot aimed at his groin with ease. The machine gun that had run out of bullets was instantly used as a weapon by him, thrown towards Yau in the back, who was trying to attack the enemy's brain. Yau, completely unable to react, had his neck broken by the massive kinetic energy. Just as Blank was about to fire his second shot, Mars had already flashed behind him. Blank could clearly feel two hands with long fingers holding his chin and the back of his head. After hearing a crisp cracking sound, he found himself facing the enemy behind him, a face with a hint of pity. Blank suddenly realized that his atlas had been broken, and this person who understood human anatomy all too well made an objective and accurate judgment in his final moments.

  It all happened so fast, and by the time Rila caught up, his group was already annihilated. Mars now held the Desert Eagle that had been in Blank's hand just moments before, expressionless as he faced a somewhat surprised Rila.

  "Go back, it's over." Mars said helplessly, as if he was somewhat tired of the slaughter.

  Lila responded with a fist, rushing forward. Mars let out a deep sigh at this action. Why do people not cherish their own lives? With no other choice, Mars raised his gun.

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  Freyja's mood is extremely bad now, nothing has gone smoothly recently. This irritable emotion makes her feel that everything is not going well, and she desperately needs to vent right now, feeling the need to hear screams and see blood. And the people under her have also realized this, now on this armored command vehicle except for the engine sound there is no other sound at all, apparently no one dares to touch this female star's sore spot at this time.

  At this time, Freya could have been sleeping very comfortably. She thought that lack of sleep was absolutely the enemy of women's beauty. But the storm just wouldn't let her have her way. Recently she found that thinking about the storm made her easily excited, and even she herself wasn't very clear about the reason why. Even after becoming a modified person, when she could completely rely on the various chemical hormones stored in the regulator in her body to suppress fatigue and desire, she still didn't give up her own bodily feelings and needs. Most of the time she wouldn't turn on the hormone regulator, and instead maintained her brain's regulation of hormones. Due to her own conceit about her beauty, before the storm appeared Freya had never taken men seriously. In her eyes, men were just tools for releasing desire when needed, as well as consumer goods - not only did she think this way, but she also acted this way.

  In the chaotic world of doomsday, the emergence of transhuman beings seems to be inevitable. The harsh survival environment has led scientists who still grasp lost bio-technology to take drastic measures on themselves. Due to lack of food, useless digestive systems were removed, fragile circulatory systems were modified, artificial synthetic hormones were used to regulate bodily reactions, and converters provided energy for the body.

  At the beginning, the transformed humans used huge conversion food devices to obtain the energy needed for their bodies to survive. Plants, animals, and even any organic matter containing carbon and nitrogen could become energy in the converter. The huge conversion device and low conversion rate undoubtedly greatly limited the activity range of the transformed humans; in the environmental selection, a smaller and more efficient energy conversion device appeared immediately, but it became possible to decompose only plants and animals to provide energy; later, an even smaller conversion device that could only decompose animals appeared, and finally, the transformed people found that decomposing the bodies of their own kind was actually the ultimate way to provide energy. The energy source from the same origin is perfect and waste-free, red blood cells are used to increase their own energy running speed, immune cells are used to increase their adaptability to the environment, and fat and tissue are used to provide energy - this is exactly their function, completely without the need for too much conversion.

  The cyborgs, with their increasingly powerful bodies and expanding range of activities, initially used only human corpses, but before long they began to await the appearance of human corpses, and eventually even manufactured them. This behavior of attacking their own kind ultimately became one of the reasons for their downfall, as the cyborgs who roamed about slaughtering their own kind became the common enemy of all humanity, and were eventually annihilated. However, the strength of the cyborgs was plain to see, and those whose bodies had been modified found it difficult to be killed, possessing superior adaptability and endurance. As a result, there would always be someone who needed this technology. And so, although the cyborgs seemed to have been eradicated, new ones continued to appear indefinitely.

  The sudden appearance of Lie Feng in the organization made Freya very unhappy, not only did he ignore her beauty, but also quickly climbed to her top. Looking at the mirror, it seemed that wrinkles were about to appear at the corners of her eyes again, and she had a strong desire to possess Lie Feng. Imagining how Lie Feng's sturdy figure would indulge in her body, then beg her not to abandon him, and finally become the energy she needed like all the men who approached her. Every time Freya thought of this, she became very excited, and also wanted to kill more people.

  Compared to the proud Gale, what infuriated Freyja even more was the current state of the Steel Brothers. As the commander of the mobile unit responsible for the security of the northern base, the Steel Brothers' recent months-long campaign had left her gasping for breath. The scattered defense could not stop the enemy's offensive and instead made her suffer heavy losses, while concentrating forces would always be exhausted by the enemy's Yangtze River Fleet mobilization.

  For the fall of several bases in the North, responsibility naturally fell on her head. Now the high-level is even more putting its mobile troops under the command of Lie Feng, which also set a precedent for the commander of the mobile troops to be under the jurisdiction of the special attack team commander, and Fureya can fully imagine what her position will be like in the future as the commander of the Killer Bee Mobile Troops.