Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 14.014. Blockade

"Mr. Killer, aren't you curious about the results of the experiment? Surely you wouldn't be so bored as to care about the safety of the test subject, would you?"

The man's eyes were full of mockery: "If it were me, I would cut off the backup power as well. Of course, in that case, the cooling rate of the incubation chamber would be much faster than the melting rate of the icehouse, and the test subject would freeze to death very quickly, right?"

The man in the protective suit moved, twisting his hips and stamping his feet as he charged forward like a thick-skinned beast, crashing into the trembling researchers.

The restless crowd scattered, frantically pounding on the glass door, only to find it locked.

"Aaaaaah!" A scream came through the protective suit from one side of the headset.

The panicked researcher collapsed on the cold floor, the blood flowing from the gap in his protective suit congealing into a paste before it even hit the ground.

He smiled and said, "But you've taken the bait after all. I'm more inclined to believe you're trying to steal my experimental secrets than that you're a test subject. But since you're here, be prepared; the low-temperature environment here is specially prepared for you."

Large amounts of blood spilled onto the ground, quickly congealing in the icy fog.

The person who was thrown into the air crashed into the wall, and the broken pipe leaked a light blue culture medium, which soaked the floor and froze along with the person who had fallen to the ground.

Ignoring the faces of others, the doctor remained seated, hands clasped, chin in hand, still calm and composed.

"Your abilities can't be used effectively in a frozen environment, right? Is it sandification? Don't be nervous, I can't kill you, and it won't take you long to kill me either."

The man continued rambling: "As a dying man, I have a small request."

His eyes gleamed, and he suddenly stood up, spreading his fingers carefully to touch the hair at his temples.

"You can kill me, but you must protect my brain. Future generations can use it for research, enshrine it in scientific research institutes, dissect it, and use it to explore more advanced science! It is a treasure of biology!"

"thump."

The last assistant slowly slumped down, his head hanging low, his face no longer visible.

A man in protective clothing, holding a dagger, strode forward.

"As an assassin, you are lucky, because assassinating me alone is enough to make you famous in history, but you are also unlucky, because you have personally choked the future of mankind."

The doctor's white coat was covered with a thick layer of frost. When the sharp knife pierced the flesh, the bone-chilling cold rushed straight in from the cut, chilling his internal organs as well. His limbs and bones became stiff, and even the cut wound felt numb and unresponsive.

Blood trickled from the corner of the man's mouth as he leaned in and pressed his head against the assassin's, scrutinizing the face behind the protective suit at close range. His unfocused pupils were completely unfocused.

He was breathing out white steam, his mouth wide open, panting heavily.

"Ha ha."

"A brute can only ever wield weapons that draw blood, while a wise man can achieve lasting fame."

"This lab has recording equipment, and just now... it was... transmitted out."

"You...killing me...won't do any good..."

"Future generations will only remember me for pioneering a new century... but you..."

The doctor looked disheveled, and his disheveled hair was covered in frost.

Jin Ziyue pulled the knife back with his left hand and slammed his right elbow into the man's back, knocking him to the ground.

The doctor in the white coat coughed violently, his upper body twitched, and he tried to stand up by kicking his legs. After a couple of attempts, he finally stopped moving.

Jin Ziyue looked at the sleeping girl in the petri dish.

Ito Nanayuki lay naked inside the incubation chamber, like a white rabbit at the mercy of others.

……

When the laboratory door opened, a burst of cold air filled the room.

The narrow passageway was already packed with the arriving members of the Ranshan Hall.

Jin Ziyue was wearing his black trench coat, and on his forehead was a white mask that could make anyone laugh or cry.

The moment they appeared, the corridor lit up instantly, countless pistols spat fire, bullets rained down, and ammunition roared out.

The ammunition was met by an open black umbrella.

The ammunition that struck the umbrella was deflected, and the powerful impact made the rapidly spinning umbrella almost unable to move, but it did not harm the person behind the umbrella at all.

The ejected metal bullets clanged to the side, and the laboratory's bulletproof glass door was riddled with holes amidst the clanging sounds.

The dense barrage of bullets, like drumbeats, pounded through walls and the ground, but behind the umbrella, all that could be seen were rolling shell casings, not bullet holes.

Before they could even change magazines after firing a full magazine, the black umbrella-shaped canopy suddenly shot out, spinning rapidly as it hurtled towards them. The jet trailed black smoke and slowly contracted into a spindle shape as it spun, appearing magnified in the eyes of the Burning Mountain Gang members.

"Boom—" A burst of fire erupted from the narrow passageway, like a galloping fire unicorn. The fire swept across, shattering the walls and sending guns flying. Bodies were embedded in the ground, and those behind were thrown over by the shockwave of the explosion, crashing to the end of the passageway.

A heatwave swept through, leaving everything in its wake scorched black.

Countless burning bodies rolled around, transferring the flames to others, gradually heating up the scorching corridor, accompanied by screams of agony from one passageway.

A black figure darted through the flames, a slender blade slicing across the neck, piercing the lungs, and cutting through the throat. Swift as a predator, it leaped and twisted, weaving through the fallen gang members.

"Stop him!"

The White Walkers are exceptionally resilient; even with their arms blown off, they still possess the strength to fight.

Amidst their roars, the White Walkers tore through their clothes, revealing barbs covering their hands. They discarded their unsuitable guns and swung their daggers and kukri knives at close range.

The White Walkers occupied the entire corridor, leaping and bounding, some even bouncing along the walls; others crouched low, bracing themselves for a burst of speed, then extended their arms and claws, forming an encirclement after a brief period of chaos.

Several alien ghosts spread out in the air in front of Jin Ziyue, completely blocking his way.

He braced himself with his sword, his wrists slightly turned, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground, and he took a half-step forward. The flames were dispelled by the burst of energy, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

moment--

Everything is divided into two parts, three cuts, and four knocks.

The blade flashed like a close-up, each strike drawing blood, reaping like the Grim Reaper's scythe. The dancing arcs of light brushed past foreheads, necks, and backs, and in the blink of an eye, limbs flew off.

Put away the knife.

Scattered pieces fell, and the oncoming humanoid monster was split in two, grazing Jin Ziyue's shoulders as it fell.

The remaining items were scattered like a curtain of rain.

The black trench coat was stained with blood, and now the only sounds in the corridor were the hissing of burning and the sizzling of melting liquid in the freezer as it was heated.

Jin Ziyue took the black cloth from the corner, tore off the broken umbrella ribs, and threw them against the cracked wall.

……

The laboratory is located underground in the ice storage facility.

Several hours ago, Jin Ziyue had already located this place using the positioning system on Ito.

The man's figure slowly ascended the stairs, before him lay a massive frozen meat storage room. Rows of dissected cattle and sheep, their red and white flesh interspersed with bones, and endless rows of metal containers displayed the goods.

"Here he comes."

The temperature in the freezer was near zero degrees Celsius. A tall man, shirtless, leaned against the metal cabinet with his arms crossed. The cigar in his mouth was not even half-finished, and smoke was drifting out.

When he spoke, he didn't look at Jin Ziyue, but the Neo tattoo on his shoulder showed bloodshot eyes and bristling hair and beard.

(End of this chapter)