Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 210 210. Departure
A two-story luxury villa in the West Fara Leaf Oak area.

The bright sunshine at noon illuminated a gloomy face through the window, and the technician reported sadly on the phone,
"Sorry, Major Rip, the first-generation Toad Man, second-generation Chameleon, and Cicero Researcher in the underground base have all turned into corpses. Our forces in Faraye have been almost completely wiped out. The enemy invaded too fast and there was no time for rescue. "

"Most of the experimental equipment and data were burned... The scene was full of bullet holes and traces of explosions. The people who did it must be a human force with super powers and powerful firepower. The purpose was to snatch away the nocturnal species of the prototype. It seems that they have already Get your wish.”

"I will find the real culprit as soon as possible and get the prototype back. Well, I will give you a satisfactory explanation within a month!"

The technician hung up the phone, gritted his teeth and stared at the oak tree outside the window, with a tired and angry face on his pale and swollen face.

This year has been truly eventful. More than a month ago, he received internal news that another research department of the Stargate Jedi Project in Indiana had suffered a devastating blow from the Soviets and lost important research objects.

Who would have thought that bad luck would fall on them now.

"Fake, what son of a bitch did this! Can't you wait a few years for me to retreat before you do it?"

The technician punched the wall hard, and his flabby palms turned red. The past years of experience flashed through his mind.

After crawling out of the hells of North Korea and Vietnam, he relied on the appreciation of the military leadership to find an easy job. He led several small troops, specialized in hunting ordinary people with no money and background, and feeding mutants in underground bases. .

He enjoyed it.

The sins he committed on the battlefield were enough to be sent to hell ten times after death. The sins were too numerous to overwhelm him, and he didn't mind adding a few more sins to heal his war-torn soul.

His favorite thing is to put a gun to a young girl's head and make her kneel in front of him in despair and "sing" in front of her boyfriend.

Despite his many evil deeds, he lived a comfortable life.

After retiring in three years, you can receive a generous pension and start traveling around the world.

Who would have thought that something unexpected would happen at this juncture?
"The base is gone. If we don't clean up the mess this time, there is a high chance that we will be sent to a secret department with a very high mortality rate."

The technician thought worriedly, his bloodshot eyes rolled, and he suddenly remembered something. They had just captured six prisoners and thrown them into the underground base last night.

But two of the women were not found among the dead.

"Did the intruder rescue them? Does he have a relationship with a woman?"

The technician immediately shouted downstairs, "Erwan! Send me the background information on the meat ticket tied last night!"

"Are you deaf, Erwan!"

"Benji? Benji? Your mother made Fake unable to understand human language?!"

After receiving no reply for a long time, the furious technician ran down the stairs and stopped mid-step.

There was a ticking sound in his ears, and a familiar pungent smell filled his nose.

In front of me, 32 brothers were lying silently on the sofa, carpet, and chairs in the dining room. Drops of bright red slid out from the gaps in their eyes, noses, ears, and necks, and fell to the ground, forming one. Pools of blood stinging the eyeballs everywhere.

There was still fascination on the pale faces, as if they had seen something incredible before they died.

"Shet! It's over!"

With one last thought in his mind, the technician decisively pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at his head before he could pull the trigger.

An invisible force knocked the pistol away, and he suddenly soared from the stairs and flew to the ceiling. His back was tightly pressed against the ceiling, his face was facing the ground and his hands were spread straight apart. His feet were close together and the soles of his feet were crossed. , like a human cross.

Dodol Dodol!
A pile of bottles, cans, and flying knives with cold light flew out of the kitchen, swung through the air, pierced upward into the palms of his hands, penetrated the overlapping insteps, and nailed them to the ceiling.

The severe pain and strong sense of weightlessness made the technician's face deform in horror, but he could not make a sound.

The invisible force opened his mouth, grabbed his tongue, and pulled it out.

A row of sharp knives quickly scraped off the flesh and blood on his body, and a large amount of snow-white salt and sulfuric acid sprayed from the jar into the wound, corroding into bursts of white smoke.

Blood and minced meat spurted out, falling to the ground like a waterfall.

In his painfully distorted vision, a figure wearing a large black trench coat, a wide-brimmed hat, and gloves came into view, carrying a bucket of gasoline. The figure was frantically pouring gasoline all over the hall, and at the same time loudly announced his verdict,
"Listen carefully, Chidi Lund, Technician."

“I will kill you before your blood dries out, but before I kill you, I will make you suffer unimaginable pain. The torture you inflict on others will be returned to you tenfold and a hundredfold. You will squirm, wail, and pray for the gift of death, and of course in the end, I will grant it to you.”

"After death, you will wake up in hell, but you will never find peace and relief. Do you know why?"

The cold threat echoed in the hall. The man raised his head, his abyss-like eyes piercing the soul of the technician who was struggling like maggots.

"Because I will continue to torture you in hell until your body and soul are destroyed."

A piece of shit fell on the ceiling.

……

After half an hour.

Dean cut off the head of the technician who was not human in shape on the ceiling and was numb in pain and despair, and then slashed his head, sending him to pieces.

杀了这三十几个人，格斗lv3(300→333/400)，深渊lv0(14→17/100）。

In addition, Dean also found 60 dollars in cash, and his deposit increased to [-] dollars.

"Faraye's mission is basically completed. Just wait for Carly and the others to return from Hawkins." Dean threw a match into the pile of gasoline-covered corpses.

Amid the scorching flames, he slowly walked out of the room.

……

The arched entrance of Purdue University.

Julie and the other four looked at Dean nervously, "Where did you go at noon? We thought you left."

"Settled a few little flies." Dean waved his hand towards the lawn and the road among the green trees behind the gate, "Let's go, take me around your university as planned."

In the next two days, Dean followed these four noisy girls around Purdue University's library, artificial lake, cafeteria, and groves, and even went into classes to observe, reliving the college time he had experienced in his previous life.

And this time he was no longer alone, but had four young and beautiful young girls as companions, making physical contact from time to time, which was very pleasant.

Dean can feel that in the relaxed and happy daily life, the negative emotions and dark thoughts hidden in the soul are slowly purified away. This is another way of purification that is different from Red Dragon Meditation.During the trip, Dean called Hope and informed West Lafayette of the criminal actions, and then went to the arms store to replenish the ammunition consumed in the underground base.

In the dead of night, Dean used the shooting range near the school and the various complete sports facilities in the school to conduct a comprehensive test on his body.

With the blessing of accurate shooting ability, the bullets he fired can automatically correct the trajectory, turn and track the target. He hit the moving target a hundred times, whether it was five meters, ten meters, 50 meters, 100 meters, or 200 meters, and they all hit the target. Bullseye.

Using the TAC-50 sniper rifle, combined with a high-power lens and his super vision, he even easily hit a bird flying in the air 1000 meters away.

Dean is now an out-and-out super shooter!

In addition, after acquiring a large number of attributes in the underground base, his five senses have greatly improved.

Vision exceeds 4.0 (1.0 for normal people)

He can easily distinguish the extremely subtle differences in each person's footsteps and body odor through hearing and smell, thereby gaining insight into their identity.

The tongue also seems to be as sharp as it was in infants and young children, and every food tastes rich and colorful.

The running speed of his legs reached 24m/s, which could catch up with a slow-moving car. Of course, the speed of telekinetic flight was faster.

In addition, with his physical strength alone, he can lift a two-ton car. Note that he does not lift a corner of the car, but holds the chassis of the car with both hands and lifts the car into the air.

His strength and speed are numerically less than five points higher than the limit of ordinary people, but the actual effect is several times higher, far exceeding the world record!

As for the newly obtained abnormal self-healing properties, the test results are even more amazing.

Dean took the risk and used the M1911A1 equipped with .45ACP and shot himself in the thigh. The bullet was blocked by the tough bone as soon as it passed through the muscle.

In 2 minutes, the peristaltic muscles automatically squeezed out the warheads, shrapnel and other invading materials.

After 5 minutes, the wound stopped bleeding, shrank and closed visibly to the naked eye, and no longer had a negative impact on Dean's combat effectiveness.

Two hours later, only a faint scar remained on my thigh.

Three hours later, the scar completely disappeared.

Moreover, being shot once consumes very little crystal energy. Dean felt that he could recover in a short time even if he could carry a dozen shots with conventional bullets in his body.

"If my mental power is exhausted and the ghost armor disappears, then abnormal self-healing will be my second life!"

Now, Dean is equivalent to having both physical and mental defense powers!

……

The time of relaxation and pleasure is always short.

On the third day, Dean received a call from Carly asking to meet. Knowing that the time was up, he said goodbye to the four female college students, and was called to the entrance of the university for a group photo.

"Haha, I can brag to my daughter in the future," Harley posted the photo on her broad chest with satisfaction, joking, "Your mother and I also talked to an 'Asian Superman' for two days when I was in college. in love."

"When you say that, you make me look like a playboy who always tries to make ends meet." Dean smiled helplessly at this unattractive black girl.
"Then you have to take responsibility!" Luna hugged his arm tightly and winked, "When will you come back to see me again!"

Dean glanced at her, then glanced at Julie, whose eyes were red, and Maeve, whose face was filled with anticipation.
"Let's talk about it next time when we pass by Faraye. But if you encounter a life-or-death supernatural crisis, call me and I'll help you handle it for a fee!" After saying that, Dean waved to the four of them, opened the car door and got in. .

"Wait, Dean, you haven't told us your BP phone number yet!" Luna chased the car and knocked on the window like a crazy woman.
"Julie has it!" Bronco walked away.

In an instant, three pairs of eyes locked on the petite blonde girl in the center.
"Don't even think about it!" Julie snorted, rolled her eyes arrogantly, and couldn't help but grin like a little devil at the corner of her mouth, no longer the shy character she had shown before, "This is what Dean left for me. Private number! Give up, you have already lost!"

"Ah, what are you doing, let go, don't tickle me, I'll give it to you, I'll give it!"

……

Blanco stopped at a street food truck in The Oaks.

Dean saw Carly, a punk with long hair and leather pants sitting on the curb, gobbling down fast food, a tall bald man with a flashy head, and Mick with an afro...

The three of them still wear a strong non-mainstream style.

"Good afternoon, you three."

"Hey, Dean, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why have you become whiter and stronger?" The big man waved the chicken leg at him.
"Perhaps it's because you haven't had much sunshine these days? Let's get back to the topic, how was your trip to Hawkins?" Dean sat down next to them and gnawed on a hot dog.
"Excellent, 11, oh no, Jane is more beautiful and cuter than I imagined. Even if we haven't seen each other for so many years, even if she loses her memory and doesn't recognize me, our sisterly love has not weakened." Carly's mouth paused. , praise,

"Actually, I always thought you would lock her in a small room off the beaten track and not let her go anywhere. Unexpectedly, she lives in the town, with a humorous teacher, a cute little fat friend, and her My dear mother, my aunt, and my father-like Hope by my side, this is a perfect life.”

"Thanks to you, Dean, you saved Jane from that hell in Hawkins Laboratory," Carly stared into Dean's eyes and stretched out her hand, "You saved my sister, I I owe you a favor, just ask if you need help anytime.”

Dean wiped the food residue on his hand, shook the hand she extended, and nodded, maybe he would use Carly's illusion ability in the future.

"But I'm a little dissatisfied," Carly said. "Although you taught her telekinetic flight, telekinetic weapon control and defense...she lacks practical combat."

"Aliens like us are very likely to be involved in supernatural events inexplicably, so a lot of actual combat is needed to maintain sensitivity. And Jane, with all due respect, she is very satisfied with her current life, she is too content with the status quo."

Carly looked down at the ground and said with some distress, "I invited her to use her abilities to cooperate with me in searching for revenge against the administrator of Hawkins Laboratory who once tortured us, but she refused."

Dean turned his eyes and nodded, "Jane is a soft-spoken woman. You can go to Hawkins to visit her every once in a while, keep her company, teach her some common sense, and ask her to help find someone. She won't refuse."

"That's what I planned too." Carly nodded.
"Where are you going to stay next? Something happened to Faraye. I don't recommend you to stay."

"Go to Illinois and recruit a few trustworthy guys to the team," Mick said, licking the barbecue sauce on his hands, "train them out, and we can start the official revenge plan."

"I wish you success in forming a well-known... um, punk gang in advance." Dean took out a brown paper bag containing fifty thousand dollars and handed it to Carly, "As promised, this is the travel expenses that I will support you with... If you encounter problems that cannot be solved in the future, If you have any trouble, please contact me."

Carly happily took the brown paper bag, and she and her companion exchanged hands and pinched the astonishing thickness, with a look of surprise on their faces.

"By the way, Jane has been talking about you these days. When are you going to go back and see her?"

"I'll give her a call, but everyone has their own way. I'm not her nanny." Dean looked at the sky, thinking that on his trip to the southwest, he should be able to catch up with his uncle and Kelly Chen I rushed back when I got engaged. Yes, I also had to take the time to "ask for a leave" from journalist Ms. Catherine.
"Okay man, keep in touch, see you soon!"

Carly stood up and her companions stood up, bumped fists with Dean one by one, then drove away in the Ford car quickly.

And Dean got on the Bronco, took out Lena's photo, compared it with the map of the United States, looked at the intricate roads, and wondered which path to follow from Indian Island to the southwest...

(End of this chapter)