Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 194.025. Perilous Situation
Eight screens are arranged in a row, each showing a different angle, monitoring Jin Ziyue's movements in real time.

The staff in the command center kept a close eye on the screen, switching between cameras, and data from various groups kept flowing out based on Jin Ziyue's movements.

"Reaction speed breaks records."

"His right-hand explosive power has broken records."

"Left-hand dexterity has improved."

"The wording of the document showed no significant fluctuations."

Under the researcher's glasses, data streamed up like water. This man's stats were ridiculously high, even surpassing most enhanced White Walkers.

"This is the scum the adults specifically ordered to be captured alive." Ben Shan chewed on a cigar, but didn't light it, a smirk playing on his lips. "Intriguing, actually."

"Sir, he has multiple scratches on his body and is not fit to be given a command at this time."

"Hmm, it's alright. Trample him and surround him at the arena. We must force him to use his abilities to confirm them."

"Why are you afraid to use your abilities?" Ben Shan pinched his beard between his index finger and thumb, not quite understanding either.

"Perhaps the Fate Chasers themselves know a little about it."

“That makes sense. I forgot about the doll.” Ben Shan glanced at his assistant and asked, “What about the woman we brought back yesterday?”

The assistant replied, "She is under house arrest in her room."

"Call her over. With her here, she'll naturally know why this bug isn't using her powers."

Soon, the expressionless girl in her pajamas was led over.

"Hey, can you understand what I'm saying?" Benshan looked down at her.

Looking at a woman with lifeless eyes, she's only fit to be used as a tool.

Qing Yise's eyes were lifeless, and he nodded slightly.

"Do you know the guy in the video?" Ben Shan looked at her, feeling like he was facing an idiot and couldn't communicate with him.

"Mirror." The girl glanced at the screen, her voice still wooden.

"Why doesn't he use his abilities? You are all Fate Masters, right? You should know that."

The girl murmured, "A hundred-year-old destiny, it will devour people."

"What the hell?" Ben Shan didn't understand. He said, "A hundred years is more than enough for the Others. If a hundred-year-old destiny can eat people, then why wouldn't it eat other Others?"

He said it in a mocking tone.

Qing Yise stammered, "I don't know."

"Sir, what she means might be that even the invading kid is wary of your abilities." The assistant quickly tried to smooth things over, seeing Ben Shan's increasingly hostile gaze.

"A puppet is just a puppet; it will always only have this much intelligence." Ben Shan snorted coldly and ignored him.

Qing Yise stared blankly at the floor, falling into silence.

Benshan said to his assistant, "Tell the doctor next time that this experiment needs improvement. The puppets that have lost their human intelligence are like constipated when they communicate. They are not as convenient as tools that cannot speak."

"Yes," the assistant said with a forced smile.

"The other side has used a new weapon!" a researcher shouted.

This immediately caught Benshan's attention: "That brat has quite a few toys."

He leaned on the control panel and saw on the screen Jin Ziyue's silenced pistol rapidly changing magazines, the blade inserted into the chamber, capable of both long-range shooting and close-quarters combat.

Seeing him steadily firing while retreating, he could easily slip his pistol under his arm or around his neck, and while twisting his body, he could calmly fire a follow-up shot to blow the head off the White Walker that lunged at him.

There was even a White Walker that opened its mouth to bite, but he held it with his pistol and shot it in the head, smearing the screen with red and white blood.

"What ruthless marksmanship."

Ben Shan sighed. If he had personally intervened, he probably wouldn't have been able to gain the upper hand against this guy. Fortunately, he had fallen into the trap. Tonight, he was determined to obtain his strange ability.

Approximately 0.1% of people worldwide are capable of awakening their abilities, and of those who do, only 20% can use them freely. In the vast world of abilities, truly powerful abilities are probably extremely rare.

Previously, they lacked the means to plunder others' abilities, but now they have begun to gather extraordinary talents and abilities from around the world.

Ben Shan could even imagine that if everyone possessed this ability, even a weakened version, they would form a terrifying assassin legion.

Ben Shan glanced at Qing Yise, who was motionless beside him. Without any instructions, the girl stood there quietly, like a tree or a blade of grass, without any independent vitality.

This puppet was used effectively, as it revealed that Jin Ziyue possessed the ability to conceal himself and become almost immortal through sandification, and successfully lured him into a trap.

Fortunately, we can now remain calm and collected.

Ammunition will eventually run out, and physical strength will eventually be exhausted. But these beast-like White Walkers can simply walk into the morgue, bite a few fresh corpses, and there's as many as they want—mass-produced goods.

Thinking of this, Ben Shan's mood wasn't so bad. Watching the clown jump around on his deathbed, he felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.

At that moment, an alarm suddenly sounded on the other side.

"What's going on?" Ben Shan's face was displeased. His subordinates retrieved surveillance footage from other areas and discovered that a group of fully armed people were cautiously approaching.

Zooming in, you can see armed forces filing in, cautiously probing the way.

The red dots on the map indicate that the opposing team is too large, with people entering from all directions, making it impossible to estimate their numbers, but they clearly exceed fifty.

"We've been discovered?" Ben Shan's rough face showed no surprise, but he was still somewhat displeased at being disturbed at this time.

“If this were any other time, we’d have played you to death.” Ben Shan’s face was full of scars, and his two-meter-tall frame revealed bulging back and shoulder muscles. “Pass down the order: send half of the manpower to intercept the rats who have infiltrated. Also, activate the defense system and give them a taste of the spoils.”

Soon, in a corner of the base, the red-light-assisted locking point moved rapidly, like a swarm of moths, ready to pounce on any intruder—

Even through the screen, you could see the other person instinctively collapsing, the screen filled with panic, and the muzzle flashes from the gun in the corner, sparks flying off the wall. In an instant, red sparks danced and splashed, accompanied by crimson blood blooming on the mercenary's body.

The scout mercenaries ahead fell like wheat being harvested, collapsing in droves.

Although the weapons hidden in the wall cracks were quickly destroyed by explosives, Benshan had also assessed the approximate strength of this group. For a well-trained squad, their skill level was exceptionally high, but—

We're not good enough to face the guy who's coming.

It must be said that the third leader was incredibly insightful. There were plenty of ants these past two nights, and waiting for them to come to them was much more comfortable than hunting for them on their own, given the advantage of fighting on home turf.

"When will Ander arrive?" he asked his men.

“A few minutes ago, Lord An said he was already on his way.”

"Alright, let's move on to tonight's encirclement and annihilation phase. It'll be a good time for the underlings to have a taste of the good life. Not a single one of them will escape!"

Ben Shan's expression was fierce as he stared at the screen. His squad had already encountered his own alien forces.

The enemy's vanguard, holding riot shields, were caught off guard when claws pierced their heads, their shields were pried open, and they were caught in a hail of bullets from behind.

(End of this chapter)