The hotel was very quiet.
As Su Ziyu walked to his room, he suddenly stopped, frowning as he glanced at the next door, and then placed his hand on the tactical dagger at his waist.
Click.
Su Ziyu pushed the door open with his left hand, and with a flick of his right hand, almost instinctively, he threw the tactical dagger in his hand toward the side of his bed. He then heard a muffled sound, and the next second, he drew his gun and rushed in. Just as he pointed his gun at the intruder in his room, the other person was also aiming a large handgun at his head.
"Tsk tsk! Nice move!"
Before him was a mixed-race person with some Asian features, a member of the Brotherhood living next door to Su Ziyu. He was aiming the large modified handgun in his right hand at Su Ziyu's head, while the palm of his left hand had been pierced through by the tactical dagger. However, his hand was not bleeding but instead revealed a silicone-like substance beneath the skin, with white bones and some extremely intricate circuits inside.
Bionic hand.
An extremely advanced prosthesis, the cost of which is several times higher than that of mechanical prostheses, and is cutting-edge technology mastered only by large organizations.
"Likewise," Su Ziyu, also aiming his gun at the man's head, calmly said, "Mind telling me what you're doing sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?"
Neither side fired.
This was a hotel. Firing a gun would undoubtedly alarm many people.
Su Ziyu was not afraid of having a gun pointed at him, naturally because he possessed the special Spiritual Energy of Time Acceleration. Although he might not be able to dodge bullets, he could avoid vital areas in that special state. It was unknown why the other person was so confident, appearing unafraid of Su Ziyu shooting suddenly.
Only then did Su Ziyu notice a glimmer flash in the right pupil, which didn't seem to be a normal human eye, but instead a bionic eye more advanced than a mechanical eye.
The other person's body might have many bionic organs and limbs.
"Physical fitness is more than twice that of ordinary people. I thought Super Soldiers like you were all dead." The man before him spun the gun around with a finger and put it away, his gaze locked on Su Ziyu as he said, "Just came out of the shelter?"
"Talk?"
Su Ziyu slightly furrowed his brow and put his gun away as well, but his right hand remained on the handle of the black short sword as he raised his eyebrows and said, "And you? How many of your parts are bionic besides your head?"
The other's eye had some issues.
It seemed to have certain scanning and analysis capabilities, able to calculate part of Su Ziyu's combat capabilities through data, undoubtedly very advanced technology.
"Over the years, I've replaced about seven or eight parts." The man casually tossed the tactical dagger back, then closed the wound on his palm and took out a bottle from his waist, spraying it a few times. The wound on his palm was almost invisible, leaving only a faint white scar. Su Ziyu had noticed the bottle as it was hidden in a pocket under his clothes, initially thinking it was a grenade.
"My name is Leon." The man looked Su Ziyu over and asked, "What brings you here?"
"Su Ziyu. You can call me Su." The hostility between the two had faded significantly, and Su Ziyu casually caught the tactical dagger, saying slowly, "Just got out, got nowhere to go. Came here to have a look."
"And why are you here?"
Now he was well-versed in playing someone who had just come out of a shelter, and many who escaped from shelters were much like him, with recognizable traits to keen observers.
The answer Su Ziyu gave was casual, but the other person actually believed it.
"That explains why they want to recruit you!" Leon put away his weapon calmly and said, "There's an old monster here unwilling to die. I had no choice but to come here."
Old monster?
Who was he referring to?
Before Su Ziyu could ask, the man before him stood up, glanced at Su Ziyu, and said, "There's a lot of filth here. You've seen that creature today, and there are plenty more underground here. Leave soon if you have nothing to do."
With that, he pushed the door open and left.
What?
There are many such creatures?
Su Ziyu had many questions in his heart, but he didn't stop the other from leaving because he had no confidence in defeating him.
Bam.
The door next door closed.
As soon as Leon entered his room, the casual expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a solemn look as he lifted his left hand and lightly tapped on the table, his entire hand very stiff. He frowned and said, "Where did this guy come from? How is he so capable?"
The five fingers on his left hand did not move.
In Su Ziyu's view, the other's wound healed with a spray, leaving only a faint white scar. But for Leon, the Flying Knife Su Ziyu launched directly severed the neural circuits in his hand, rendering it completely inoperative from the wrist down. When leaving, he moved his arm joint, concealing it well enough for the other party not to notice.
Hiss.
While checking his wrist, Leon suddenly cradled his head with his right hand, a hint of pain on his face, unconsciously muttering a word: "hungry!..."
A blue potion was swiftly taken out by Leon.
He promptly injected it below his temple. As the potion entered, both his eyes turned white quickly, with the vague outline of machinery in his right eye. After a while, he returned to normal, slumping on the table and panting, "Is the spiritual pollution this severe?"
"Even with my body fully replaced with bionic organs, the hunger is still intense!"
Evidently.
While Su Ziyu was interrogating that young garbage cleaner, Leon also investigated other places.
"This mission is quite tricky!"
"Why hasn't the old monster turned into a Living Corpse Ghost yet? What kind of creature is he now? Why can he still retain his human form and seem to keep his sanity?" Leon frowned, taking out some precision tools to repair his left hand, then after a moment, pulled out a device that looked like a communicator.
"Requesting support!"
"The target has undergone unknown mutation!"
"Repeat, requesting support!"
"Electromagnetic weapons are ineffective! I need heavy firepower! Send a micro nuke over!"
Leon put down the communicator, frowned at the distant high walls, then packed up and swiftly slid down the window, soon vanishing into the vast night.
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