Chapter 141 Counterattack
William bolted out of the East District, finding the whole base in pandemonium. Survivors, thinking zombies had breached, were running around like headless chickens. Some even started looting, stealing food and water, snatching Magic Crystals, and committing murder, arson, and worse.
The air was thick with cries, shouts, wails, and roars, plunging the base into utter chaos.
He bumped into people head-on, their faces twisted with tension and despair, scattering aimlessly. Flashlights and phone lights flickered, barely lighting up the surroundings and only added to the anxiety.
William slowed his pace. Running too fast now would just draw attention.
He had no idea how long the Hound of Hell could hold off hundreds of armed soldiers, but he knew that as long as he stayed hidden, those soldiers would never catch him.
The chaotic crowds were his best cover.
Gunshots suddenly rang out nearby. William glanced back and saw Simon and his men had caught up, but they were immediately swallowed by the crowd.
Evolving persons had always been arrogant in the base. Seeing so many ordinary people in the way, a few of them couldn't help but open fire. It was like poking a hornet's nest; the crowd, already chaotic, turned into a full-blown frenzy.
William stopped, a murderous intent was rising in his eyes.
Simon cursed, "Idiots!"
Simon's massive frame stood firm like a mountain. He knew his subordinates' reckless shooting had thrown the crowd into a panic, making it nearly impossible to find their target among the fleeing masses.
But Simon and Brady weren't about to give up. With the chaos already at its peak, Simon's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he raised the iron rod in his hand.
A scream nearby made him pause. He recognized the voice; it was one of his Evolving person subordinates. Could the mob have injured him?
He looked in that direction but saw nothing but heads. Frowning, he pushed through the crowd.
With his strength, no one could stop him.
After a few steps, he smelled blood. His heart sank, and he punched and kicked the people around him. Then he saw his subordinate sitting on the ground, clutching his chest, blood pooling around him, eyes wide open, dead but not at peace.
Simon squatted down and pulled his subordinate's hand away from the wound. In the dim light, he saw the wound was smooth and clean, a fatal blow, quick and efficient.
Only an Evolving person could kill another Evolving person so cleanly!
Simon exchanged a grim look with Brady, who had arrived beside him. Brady said with difficulty, "We lost our chance to catch him in the less crowded East District. Now, we might become his prey."
Simon smiled bitterly. He hadn't expected that person to be so bold, not only not escaping in the chaos but also targeting them.
How much guts did that take?
They had seven or eight Evolving persons and hundreds of soldiers with guns around them!
Another scream echoed from the other side, and the two leaders of Hope Base knew another Evolving person had been killed.
Simon let out a guttural cry, stood up like a mountain, grabbed an assault rifle from a nearby guard, and fired in the direction of the scream.
People dropped like flies.
Brady was stunned for a moment, then got it. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Clear that area! Everyone else, clear the area around us! Kill! Kill anyone who doesn't move!"
In this life-and-death moment, the two leaders didn't care about anything else and started mercilessly slaughtering the surrounding survivors. The power of the bullets allowed Simon, Brady, and their men to quickly clear a space around them. In just a few seconds, over three hundred innocent survivors were shot dead, creating a vacuum of death filled with still-warm bodies.
Simon and Brady both sighed in relief.
They knew they were temporarily safe; the killer in the dark couldn't attack them now.
Just as they relaxed slightly, they heard someone in the retreating crowd clearly utter a few words.
William uttered, "Seal: Flame Blade!"
Then, a red blade of light, carrying flames, suddenly appeared in the dark crowd and fell on their heads.
Outside Hope Base, in a spacious and luxurious sales center, the advanced automatic doors were shattered, the expensive crystal chandelier had fallen to the ground, and the once fragrant tables and chairs were thrown into a corner, covered in dust.
In the hall, two figures stood, looking at the densely packed gunfire and occasional flames in Hope Base.
In the faint light, the face of the person on the left was familiar.
It was Owen.
The one-star Evolving person who had escaped with Thomas after failing to ambush William.
However, his face was now as pale as snow, devoid of any blood, and his eyes were completely black, filled with an eerie and sinister aura.
The person beside him was the same, like a ghost from the abyss.
Around them were many zombies and mutated creatures, all were at the second level of evolution. Among them stood a third-level Hundred-Handed Zombie with a black Magic Crystal on its forehead and dozens of green hands on its back.
These dozens of high-level evolved creatures stood respectfully beside the two ghostly figures, unusually calm and not at all violent.
"Delicious food... inside..." the ghostly figure on the right rasped, as if each word was a struggle.
"The s-sand...sandworm, ch-charge!"Owen commanded as he raised his hand, which had turned black and segmented like bamboo, secreting a sticky, foul-smelling liquid.
At his command, the evolved creatures around them suddenly ran in different directions, returning to their own groups, roaring and lashing out at their kind, all pointing in one direction-Hope Base.
