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Chapter 1369: Chapter 1220: You... Are Not Human
The fighter removed his armor in a way that was quite "unorthodox".
Not from the front.
Nor from the top.
But from the right side.
When the fighter stepped out from the left side of the armor, it still stood there majestically, not a bit slack, and even the weapons remained firmly grasped in the armor’s hands, eliciting a trace of greed in Jars’s eyes.
Such equipment.
Really.
Too powerful.
If put up for sale, it would absolutely make a killing. Just the United States procurement alone would be an astronomical number. Even if one set sold for a million, there would probably be a scramble to buy because of its significance in small-scale combat.
"Where’s your man?"
The fighter stood with his arms at his sides.
Jars quickly motioned for his subordinates to approach.
It was still the same man who had hit the Marlo brothers so hard they lost their bearings, nearly two meters tall, with stout arms and bulging muscles that would make the average person take a wide berth.
At this moment.
The effects of the drug had worn off.
He took out another dose and injected it directly into his thigh. As the full syringe of drugs flowed into him, the big man felt power coursing through his body; at this moment, he felt he had reached the limit of human capacity.
The fighter was a little shorter than he was.
And looked slender and weak.
"Let’s start."
The fighter beckoned with his hand.
The big man watched his opponent gravely, without hesitation, he strode forward and delivered a full-force strike at the fighter. Life or death would be decided today; he did not believe that he, such a strong man, could lose to the man before him.
"Whoosh~~"
The sound of the punch carried with it speed and strength.
Honestly.
It was already almost equivalent to having unlocked the first level of the Gene Lock. Facing this powerful punch, the fighter narrowed his eyes and sidestepped, dodging it. The big man pivoted and tried a sweeping blow, but the fighter retreated a step and easily neutralized it.
Seeing this.
Sweat broke out on the big man all at once.
His speed.
It’s no wonder he dared to risk it and so easily doff his armor. Besides the big man, Jars was also a bit anxious, but he didn’t dare to cheer him on; this was not their Organization’s Unlimited Deathmatch.
"Whoosh~~"
"Swish~~"
Before.
Marlo’s attacks on the big man were practically futile.
Now.
Not even an hour had passed.
Retribution had arrived.
His attacks were now futile; the fighter was only defending, not attacking. And the reason was simple; Tang Qing just wanted to see what kind of things Dr. Jars and his team had come up with. Now that he had seen it, it seemed rather unimpressive.
"Ah~~"
The big man roared.
Trying to suppress the panic in his heart.
One minute later.
"Is this all there is, Dr. Jars?" the fighter asked, addressing Jars.
Jars hastily replied, "It can enhance a soldier’s physical fitness and muscle. It’s hard to test the real effectiveness of the medicine when you dodge like this." Trying to get the fighter to engage directly, Jars spoke with feigned confidence.
The fighter responded with an "Oh."
"Well then, I won’t play with you anymore. It’s not interesting." The fighter gave a sly smile.
Seeing that smile.
The big man was taken aback.
Then, as he saw the fighter stop moving, the big man threw a straight punch at the fighter. Watching the incoming fist, the fighter took a horse stance, then, ’Boom~~~’ a thunderous noise echoed in the Control Center.
’Crack...’
"Ah~~~"
The fighter’s fist collided with the big man’s.
The result was.
The big man’s arm was completely wrecked.
The bones at the joints pierced through the skin, and even the effects of the drug could not fully cover the agony of torn flesh and bone, which, in some ways, became overly sensitive; his brain nearly crashed.
Looking at the big man in his pitiful state.
And the unmoving fighter.
At that moment,
they realized what the roaring sound had been.
It was... the wind from a punch, usually just a breeze, but when exceeding a certain speed, it becomes audible to human ears. However, for it to reach the intensity they had just experienced, it was something that exists only in films.
They.
Could they be dreaming?
Otherwise,
it should be impossible for any person to deliver a punch that could inflict such damage, yet, the frantic beating of their heart, and even the pain when they pinched themselves in secret, told them that this was reality.
"Hiss~~~"
The big man kept sucking in cold air.
He said, trembling, "You... you’re not human."
The fighter glanced at him and shook his head slightly, "It seems that the Functionality of this drug is just so-so, garbage really. You still want to make a transaction for it, only ’Kovalro’ would treasure such trash."
"I... you... this is not a strength that humans should have." Dr. Jars was a scientist, and of course, he knew how tremendous the punching power needed to beat up the big man like that was.
It was.
Unachievable by humans.
"So to say, science is an endless journey, farewell, everyone."
The fighter finished.
They only saw a blur pass by.
The fighter had moved behind the Armor.
At this point,
many nearly wet themselves with fear, unconsciously pulling the triggers in their hands.
"Da da da~~~"
"Bang bang..."
"..."
In less than fifteen seconds.
Inside the second Control Center.
Only Dr. Jars and a few other high-ranking officials from the Experimental Base remained, looking around at their colleagues who lay silent on the ground. They felt no sorrow, only fear.
"Why didn’t you kill us?" Dr. Jars asked coldly.
The fighter stepped out from behind the Armor.
"Because I find you all to have some value."
"Heh, value, do you think we would serve you?" Dr. Jars spoke with hatred.
"No."
The fighter shook his head.
His next answer almost annoyed them to death.
"We don’t need you, I just have a few questions I want to ask. If you answer well, you’ll die knowing why. If not, you might just die ignorant."
"..."
Dr. Jars took a deep breath.
This was infuriating.
Not playing by the rules, determined to see him dead.
"What questions?"
"About Kovalro."
"Can you first tell us where you come from?" Dr. Jars asked.
"I’m afraid the information you can provide can’t match the value of that information." The fighter shook his head gently.
"...rest assured, I, Dr. Jars, will offer you information of equivalent or even greater value." Dr. Jars was past caring, since he was going to die, he might as well die informed.
The fighter stared at him for a few seconds.
"Fine, what about you all? If you’re unwilling to each offer information for exchange, I’ll only tell Dr. Jars, as for you... we’ll make the transaction later," said the fighter to the others.
Upon hearing this.
They all considered it a good deal.
"We agree."
"Yes, who exactly are you?"
After speaking.
They all waited for the answer.
"I wonder if you’ve ever heard of ’Black Prison’?" The origin of the fighter was really hard to pinpoint, so, passing the buck to Black Prison seemed right, there’s no need to be entirely honest with these people.
"Black Prison?"
"You are from Black Prison?"
"That’s impossible, Black Prison is in Africa," one of the base’s executives disbelieved.
The fighter smiled, "Who told you Black Prison only operates in Africa? You ’Kovalro’ dig tunnels, hide yourselves; why can’t we do the same? The Black Prison in Africa is just one of our branches."
