Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don t Call Me a Demon!

Chapter 382: Chapter 269: Slaughter_2

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“I’m not optimistic about this, if Jieke Group were so easy to deal with, they would have been swallowed up a long time ago, how could they have lasted until now.”

Fernando put down the reagent in his hand, not quite believing what Luke had said.

“These were the exact words of family head Pedro.”

Luke shrugged his shoulders and smiled, “That’s how he convinced the family members, and then persuaded other pharmaceutical giants.”

The two were casually chatting here when a man dressed in a white lab coat and wearing a face mask pushed a small trolley and placed it at the entrance of the lab.

The man left the trolley where it was and quickly walked away, not stopping anywhere along the way.

After walking a certain distance, the man took out a remote control from his hand.

Click!

Boom!

The violent explosion shot up to the sky, as the trolley was loaded with highly explosive TNT, instantly leveling the lab to the ground. Luke and Fernando didn’t understand what happened and were blown to pieces, without even a single intact body part to be found.

Many people in the lab were killed or injured in the explosion, and cries of pain rose everywhere. These researchers working for Asder Pharmaceutical also became victims of this attack.

After the bombing, the man in the white lab coat calmly walked in the shadows of the building. His body began to reflect a camouflaging light, much like a chameleon or a cuttlefish, merging into the shadows; the security personnel running patrol and setting up the cordon just a few meters away from him, completely overlooked him.

Of course, this man was a Steel Camp Genetic Soldier sent by the Jieke Group. He had been injected with a gene from the Dark Hidden Lizard; when he was in the shadows, it was difficult for the naked eye of an ordinary person to detect his camouflaged presence, unless infrared sensing equipment was used.

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Asder Pharmaceutical Headquarters Building.

Asder Pharmaceutical, with more than thirty thousand employees, was buzzing with activity on a regular day, with over two thousand people working in the headquarters building.

Similarly, many members of the Averson Family were working here, managing this transnational pharmaceutical giant.

Not far from the Asder Pharmaceutical Headquarters Building, several cars were parked, their occupants all men with fierce auras and extremely dangerous eyes.

Situang held a watch in his hand, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

As a Steel Camp Soldier of Jieke Group, Situang started as a second-class Super Soldier, but due to his outstanding performance and suitable physical condition, he recently underwent gene potion modification to become a Genetic Warrior with three types of abilities, taking on the position of a platoon leader in the Steel Camp.

Although it was only a platoon leader position, which might not sound high in military rank, the status of a Steel Camp platoon leader was quite intimidating, even more so than that of a brigade commander.

“At 11 o’clock, the operation begins.”

When the time reached 11 o’clock, Situang relayed the order, and everyone simultaneously checked their watches, put on the Evil Ghost Masks, and stepped out of the cars.

The group split into two, with Situang leading five Genetic Warriors into a nearby gun shop.

In the Beautiful Country, gun shops are as common as milk tea shops are in Hua Country.

Because the first amendment to the constitution of the Beautiful Country states: “The people have the right to bear and carry arms which shall not be infringed.”

The widespread incidences of shootings in the Beautiful Country are no stranger to these gun shops. Despite knowing that they are selling instruments of death that could be used in schools, concerts, and other places, the lure of huge profits means gun shops have sprung up like mushrooms after the rain, scattered throughout the streets and alleys of the Beautiful Country.

Situang’s target was clear, heading straight for the gun shop. The front door of the shop was wide open towards the street, and it was decorated quite elegantly. Upon entering, the shop’s walls were basically decorated with wood panels, with guns of various sizes hanging on the walls—pistols, submachine guns, sniper rifles, machine guns—all on display and dazzling to behold.

The presence of Situang and his group, with such distinct appearances, immediately made the employees inside the gun shop realize something was amiss.

Some employees wanted to hit the alarm button; others reached for their guns.

But Situang had already taken the first move. From the revolver at his waist, he fired six rapid shots; two bullets destroyed the surveillance cameras inside the shop, and four blew the heads off the employees.

One of the gene abilities Situang possessed was inherited from the thorny fly, giving him extraordinary reflexes, ten times faster than that of a normal human.

While Situang was on his killing spree, the other five Genetic Warriors appeared to ignore the carnage completely, carrying large bags and stuffing various types of guns into their backpacks.

However, bullets were stored separately from the guns, to be provided only after purchase, but clearly, this did not trouble Situang.

After destroying the surveillance cameras, he showed his true form, revealing a steel whip with a bony spike at its tip emerging from his tail, which he thrust into the bulletproof door of the gun shop, piercing a hole wide enough to fit a hand through.

There were employees on guard inside the security door, who had already realized something was wrong and were on alert with their guns at the ready.

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When they saw the blast door opened in such an outrageous manner, several employees’ eyes widened as they pulled their triggers, and the bullets poured out in rapid succession.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Situang’s muscles around his body violently expanded, resembling the inflated neck of a cobra, his skin stretching half a meter wide. The bullets that hit him were either deflected or lodged only half an inch deep, as though hitting high-strength rubber, utterly failing to penetrate his body.

Whoosh!

In the next instant, Situang’s tail-bone whip lashed out, cutting a gun shop employee in half at the waist. Another employee had his brain skewered by the spike at the end of the whip, and the last one, the gun shop owner, attempted to flee in terror but was dragged back by the neck in front of Situang.

Dangling the man, Situang stepped toward a heavy alloy door.

Such a large gun shop had a high-level security door, which Situang alone could not open.

Fortunately, he didn’t need to force his way through.

His fingers rapidly entered a sequence of numbers on the keypad, intelligence he had obtained earlier from a Genetic Warrior.

As the code was entered, the gun shop owner, hanging and choking for breath, had his pupils dilate and his finger forcibly pressed by Situang onto the fingerprint sensor.

“Ding, passcode accepted, fingerprint unlocked, pupil scan successful.”

The alloy door slowly opened, revealing a room filled with various firearms and, most predominantly, ammunition of all calibers.

Click!

Situang crushed the neck of the now-useless gun shop owner and began leading his Genetic Warriors in collecting ammunition, filling bags upon bags.

The last line of six men exited the gun shop, swaggering across the street to the Asder Pharmaceutical Headquarters Building.

Here, several other Genetic Warriors had already taken care of the security guards, securing their positions in advance.

“Three stay on the first floor, the rest follow me as we make our way up.”

Situang tossed the bags to the Genetic Warriors in the area, and they quickly armed themselves with the weapons and ammunition they received.

Leading the group, Situang started making his way up the stairs toward the upper levels of Asder Pharmaceutical.

Security had already alerted the building to a terrorist attack, and the place was in total chaos.

And seeing Situang and his group wearing masks and laden with ammunition only escalated the panic.

Bang!

Situang pulled the trigger at the ceiling and coldly said, “If you don’t want to die, get down and face me.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Those who did not comply were promptly shot in the head and killed.

The survivors huddled together, obediently following orders.

Seeing this, Situang pulled out a few photographs, beginning to scan and check the crowd one by one.

The other Genetic Warriors did the same, each holding a photograph in search of their target for the mission.

“Anders Averson.”

Situang spotted a target and bellowed the name.

“I’m not him, that’s not my name.”

The man tried to pretend otherwise, but Situang had no interest in explanations. The bullet entered his eye socket and exited through the back of his head.

Thus, they continued their ascent, immediately eliminating any target they encountered.

Soon, the entire Asder Headquarters Building was shrouded in bloodshed. Not one of the forty-some members of the Averson Family working there escaped; all were systematically exterminated.

After completing the deed, Situang led his people away. Below, a few Genetic Warriors utilized precise marksmanship to deal with the arriving backup police, routing them completely and causing no obstruction to their departure. They effortlessly changed clothes and retreated along the pre-planned route, making their escape from the scene.