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Chapter 902: Infinite Running Man Contest at the Corridor Station

The reason why Martin became Sister Helen's most trusted subordinate was not because of how handsome he was or how powerful his halberd was.

The main reason is his ability to change, which makes him extremely valuable.

Other inmates nicknamed him "Tin Man", thinking that his mutant ability was to form an iron shell on the surface of his body to protect himself.

In fact, his real ability is that he can transform into any pure iron product he has seen.

Of course, the prerequisite is that it has to be simple enough. With his cultural level before going to prison, the most he could do was to transform into a cold weapon or something. He couldn't transform into an M416, nor could he transform into Optimus Prime.

Sister Helen is also a Transformation type. Her ability is that she can change her gender, age and physical features at will - it is said that this is a special ability tailor-made for senior CIA agents.

As a senior agent, in addition to the abilities that match the job, you also need a brain that is calm and rational enough to deal with various unexpected situations that arise during work.

For example, knowing when to charge, when to run away, when to play dead or surrender.

Martin lay in the snow, watching a Centaur knight, his body shining with lightning, breaking through the darkness like a meteor and rushing away into the distance at lightning speed.

"Stuka..."

Although this guy likes to call himself a Knight of the Round Table, everyone prefers to call him Stuka. As a quasi-first-line leader of the mutant community, this guy likes to keep his distance when fighting, and then rush into the battlefield with a weird roar, just like the disgusting German Stuka bomber in World War II.

When was this guy arrested and thrown into prison... No, the point is, even a big shot like this can only run away, or does he want to distance himself before using his signature killer move...

Martin took a closer look and was sure that the guy was just running away and it didn't seem like he was acting.

However, in the next moment, a silver light flashed in the sky, and dozens of fully armed big guys appeared out of thin air in the path of the Stuka, pointing the muzzles of their weapons at the galloping Centaur monster.

The thunderous roar was endless.

Hearing the noise, Martin even suspected that what those big guys were holding were not bolt-action rifles, but anti-material sniper rifles.

The large bullet, as thick as a baby's arm, pierced the Centaur's body accurately. However, a strange smile appeared on the Centaur's face. His strong body like a rhinoceros instantly disintegrated and turned into circles of silver-white ribbons like peeled apple skins, which instantly entangled the big guys who blocked his way.

"Become one with me!"

The silver-white ribbons were woven into a dragnet that covered their heads, entangled the limbs of the big guys, and rushed into their mouths and noses, trying to enter their bodies and devour their flesh and blood.

However, in this seemingly one-sided crushing situation, it was Stuka itself that finally let out the scream of terror.

"Fake!"

This trump card that he had been hiding was almost as tough as the silver-white ribbon of an aircraft carrier's arresting cable. However, it was bitten off by those big guys who looked like they were covered in human skin but were actually made of something unknown. They chewed it twice and spat it out like chewing gum.

Martin watched helplessly as the big boss in his mind was eaten alive and torn into pieces on the spot.

Only after those terrifying big guys disappeared did he feel relieved.

"What the hell is that..."

"Imperial Guards."

Sister Helen whispered, "The first generation of the Imperial Guards, this time window is fucking terrible, we should keep going forward a little bit."

Martin couldn't understand what she was mumbling, but at this time Sister Helen had already stood up and returned to her original appearance: "Run quickly! Only if we escape the encirclement of the Imperial Guards can we have a chance to survive."

Martin didn't know how she knew where the encirclement was. Those big guys just appeared out of nowhere like wild monsters in the game! "Boss... wait for me!"

The two men fled in a panic along the snow-covered ridges of the field, taking one step deep and one step shallow. They did not stop until the sound of gunfire behind them could no longer be heard, and then they panted like dogs.

"Boss... I can't take it anymore. I'll die if I keep running... What do you think those financial pigs want to do? Are they just throwing us here to be cannon fodder?"

“We are fertilizer.”

"what?"

Helen raised one hand and clenched her five fingers: "You have been to school and have seen teachers doing experiments, right? For example, growing bacteria in a petri dish?"

"I don't have much impression...Okay, I know what you are talking about. I saw it in a movie."

"That is to say, bacteria cannot be grown in a glass culture dish by itself. Nutrient solution must be injected first, and then the bacteria can only survive with this nutrient solution."

Helen explained: "The Ming people have their own set of thinking logic and cognitive system. The things we are accustomed to do not work here. For example, if you want to grow some leaves at home, once you are discovered, you will be arrested and shot in minutes."

"So we are fertilizer and nutrients. The consortium masters call us the pioneer group, which is very true. After polluting this land with our flesh and blood, the masters can plant the crops they want on this land."

Is this the kind of development?

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Those stupid guys in the group thought they were sending them to Pinocchio.

Martin suddenly realized what was going on, and then he started cursing, wishing those consortium pigs a bad death.

But he can only satisfy his craving for food. As a nourishment, he can do nothing except speak foul language.

Helen raised her head, lifted her nose and took a deep breath, her brows immediately furrowed: "Something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

Martin thought to himself, is there anything wrong now?

"Do you smell that familiar smell... the smell of formalin?"

"What the hell is that smell of formalin... Holy shit!

Martin didn't react at first, but he knew what Helen was talking about.

Above the dimly-moonlit starry sky, a dark purple bruise that could be seen with the naked eye was slowly emerging.

If he had a telescope in his hand at this moment, he would definitely be able to see countless hands and feet extending from the bruises, like eyelashes...

But even without a telescope, Martin instantly realized what this thing was when he saw this strange scene.

"Annihilation! It's annihilation! Annihilation is coming!"

The two men jumped up from the ground and ran as fast as they could with all their strength.

This time they were truly running for their lives, because they all knew that even if they fell into the hands of the Ming people, they might be able to get a prison meal if they were lucky.

But if you fall into the sight of annihilation, even death will be a luxury!

(End of this chapter)