The system is four years ahead of schedule, but Weird is still a cub.

Several agents in charge of surveillance felt as if their brains had been pierced by a red-hot steel needle. Their vision went black, and they collapsed to the ground. Sparks flew from the screens of the sophisticated instruments in front of them, which had been reduced to scrap metal.

Just as Shen Ge and his group were about to arrive at the entrance of the reception building, an even more blatant conflict ensued. A fully armed elite squad, equipped with the latest model of exoskeleton armor from the Dajing headquarters, "just happened" to finish their training and marched towards them with neat, heavy steps, blocking their path.

The leader was a young man, not very old, but with an air of arrogance and haughtiness written all over his face. When he saw Fang Mingyue behind Shen Ge, a hint of contempt and disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, isn't this Captain Fang, who 'escaped' from our Great Beijing back then? What, couldn't make it in a small place like the South, so you're thinking of coming back to cling to a big shot?"

This man was none other than Song Tianyu, the cousin of Song Zhengjun, who had a grudge against Shen Ge years ago. Now, with the support of the Song family, he had become the new generation of elite captain at headquarters. His words were filled with deep-seated contempt for Rong City's "local forces."

"Song Tianyu! Watch your mouth!" Fang Mingyue's pretty face was frosty, and she was about to step forward to argue.

However, an even more imposing figure was one step ahead of her.

Yu Tiexiong could no longer contain his anger. He stepped forward, his towering figure blocking Song Tianyu's path, looking down at him and saying in a deep voice, "The captain said, when you can fight, don't argue with a dog."

"You're asking for death!" Song Tianyu roared in fury. Confident in himself as one of the best among the younger generation in Dajing, he immediately activated the assault mode of his exoskeleton armor. A punch crackling with electricity and carrying an incredibly fast gust of wind struck Yu Tiexiong's chest!

However, what appeared to be lightning-fast attacks to others were, in the eyes of Yu Tiexiong, who had experienced countless bloody battles in Rong City, as slow as a child's punch, full of flaws.

Yu Tiexiong didn't even bother to activate the "Qilin" arm armor's eerie energy core. Relying solely on his physical strength, he met the attack with a simple yet powerful straight punch!
"boom--!"

A dull thud!

The moment Song Tianyu's punch, powerful enough to pierce an alloy plate, made contact with Yu Tiexiong's fist, the exoskeleton armor on his arm shattered like a fragile biscuit!
An unparalleled, terrifying force swept back, and Song Tianyu let out a shrill scream. His entire body, along with his proud elite equipment, was sent flying more than ten meters away as if hit by a high-speed train. He crashed heavily to the ground, rolled several times, and then completely lost consciousness.

One punch! To establish authority!

The scene fell into a deathly silence!

Song Tianyu's teammates were all dumbfounded, staring in shock at the burly man who had withdrawn his fist as if he had only done something insignificant. For a moment, no one dared to step forward.

Throughout the entire process, Shen Ge stood with his hands behind his back, not intending to intervene. However, the captains present knew very well that if they made any move, Shen Ge's Ghost Domain would make them all kneel down in the next second.

Just as the atmosphere at the scene was tense and about to get out of control, a calm and powerful voice came from inside the reception building.

"Enough." A middle-aged general with a resolute face and extraordinary demeanor, carrying a glittering star on his shoulder, slowly walked out, surrounded by a group of senior officers.

He didn't even glance at Song Tianyu, who lay on the ground like a dead dog. His sharp, hawk-like eyes bypassed everyone else and locked onto Shen Ge.

He did not pursue any responsibility for the conflict. Instead, he smiled meaningfully and extended his hand to Shen Ge.

"Captain Shen, I've long admired your name. I am Long Zhenguo, the commander of the Dajing Headquarters."

Welcome to Dajing.

“We are very much looking forward to the ‘Special Response Force’ you are about to build… We have already prepared the first ‘generous gift’ for you.”

Shen Ge narrowed his eyes: "The name is very good. I hope you won't disgrace it because of your personal decisions."

This is usually something an elder says to a younger person, but when Shen Ge says it to Long Zhenguo, who is decades older and has more years of military service than him, it gives others the feeling of "insubordination".

Shen Ge was telling the truth. If Long Zhenguo was like those older generation members who went to the front lines, then he was worthy of respect.

But if they just enjoy scheming and backstabbing within their own circle, like those "old hands" from Deng Yuqi's previous generation, then don't blame him for not giving them face.

Long Zhenguo narrowed his eyes, but did not respond to Shen Ge's words. He simply nodded meaningfully.

Next, the new head of the Dajing headquarters, along with Shen Ge and his group, arrived at the parking lot. With a faint smile on his lips, he "personally" led Shen Ge and his group to their new residence.

As the vehicle headed west, the bustling city center was quickly left behind. The towering fortress and brightly lit residential areas were gradually replaced by low, dilapidated barracks and chaotic abandoned warehouses.

This is the very edge of the Dajing Base, a corner forgotten by the city's prosperity, a place where even the air is filled with the smell of decay—

Thirteenth Warehouse Area.

"Captain Shen."

Long Zhenguo pointed to the rows of dilapidated barracks outside the car window that looked like they were left over from the last century: "Due to the current shortage of resources at headquarters, the garrisons of all the elite troops are already full. For the time being, we can only ask you and your new unit to settle here."

His tone was full of insincere apology, but his eyes gleamed with a mocking anticipation of a good show.

The convoy stopped in front of a large warehouse overgrown with weeds. On the warehouse's playground, about a hundred people were scattered about, some sitting and some lying down.

Some of them wore ill-fitting old-fashioned military uniforms, while others were simply dressed in slovenly civilian clothes. They all looked listless and had unfocused eyes, casting only a few indifferent or mocking glances at the motorcade that was clearly a visit from important figures.

This isn't a military unit; it's clearly a "dumping ground" for losers!
Chen Su, standing behind Long Zhenguo, almost burst out laughing.

Every single one of them is a "famous" figure at the headquarters in Beijing:
Veteran soldiers with connections who were kicked out of the main force for serious disciplinary violations; experimental subjects with extremely unstable abilities who were isolated for observation due to the possibility of going berserk at any time; and those who relied on their family background to live a life of ease and do nothing, and who were unwanted by anyone...

If you manage to get this group together, you'd be lucky if they didn't start fighting amongst themselves, let alone fight.

"These are the first batch of 'special team members' that I have carefully selected for you," Long Zhenguo introduced "enthusiastically."

"Although they are... a bit strong-willed, they are all promising talents with great potential. I believe that with Captain Shen's abilities, he can definitely turn the impossible into reality."

Despite this blatant humiliation, Shen Ge's face remained devoid of any anger.

He merely glanced indifferently at the "rabble" on the playground, then turned to Long Zhenguo and calmly asked, "I'll take him. So, what's my first task?"

Seeing that Shen Ge did not react on the spot, a hint of disappointment flashed in Long Zhenguo's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness.

He took a top-secret document from his adjutant and handed it to Shen Ge.

“Three days ago, a large-scale mutation event, suspected to be caused by a high-level ‘polluter,’ broke out in District F of the west city. The area has been tightly sealed off, but the two advance reconnaissance teams have lost contact. The elite troops at headquarters are currently carrying out more important defense missions and simply cannot spare any manpower.” He patted Pa Shenge on the shoulder and said earnestly, “Captain Shen, the organization believes in you and is giving you three days. We hope to see the ‘miracle’ you bring.”

Three days to lead this bunch of useless people to deal with a highly contaminated area where even two elite teams from headquarters were wiped out—it's a clear dead end.

Long Zhenguo intends to use this mission either to completely undermine Shen Ge's prestige and force him to back down, or... to use the polluters to eliminate this destabilizing factor.

"Three days?"

Shen Ge took the document without even glancing at it, casually holding it between two fingers, a slight smile playing on her lips that made Long Zhenguo inexplicably uneasy.

"It's been too long. I'll take care of it tonight."

Before he finished speaking, not only Long Zhenguo, but also the "trash team members" who were originally sunbathing and watching the show on the playground were stunned.

crazy?

Does this new, pretty-boy commander know what he's saying?

However, Shen Ge ignored their reactions. He walked straight to the center of the playground and clapped his hands. The sound wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present, carrying an undeniable authority.

"Everyone, assemble."

Unexpectedly, perhaps intimidated by that inexplicable aura, those troublemakers who usually defied everyone actually stood up sparsely and barely managed to form a crooked square formation.

Shen Ge's gaze swept over every face filled with numbness, provocation, and disdain.

"I know that in the eyes of the headquarters in Dajing, you are all trash, discarded pawns." His first words were like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's hearts, causing a stir.

“But,” Shen Ge’s voice suddenly rose, “to me, trash is just a resource in the wrong place.”

He snapped his fingers, and Yoona, who had been silent behind him, stepped forward and opened a silver metal case she carried with her. A chill filled the air, revealing hundreds of specially made syringes neatly arranged inside, each containing a pale golden liquid.

That was a cell activator created by Jiang Peiwen using the strange cells extracted from "Yoona" and a strange energy inhibitor.

"This is my first gift to you." Shen Ge picked up a syringe, the needle tip gleaming alluringly cold in the sunlight.

"It may cause you unbearable pain, or it may... transform you and give you power you've never had before."

“Now, if you want to become stronger, if you want to trample those who look down on you under your feet, take a step forward.” Shen Ge stepped forward, a smile in his eyes.

The playground was deathly silent. Everyone looked at each other, especially those who had participated in the demonstration of the supernatural energy erosion experiment. They all wondered if this was yet another cruel experiment.

"I come!"

Finally, a hoarse voice broke the silence. A middle-aged man with an empty left arm and his sleeve fluttering in the wind stepped out from the end of the line.

He was once the best assault soldier in headquarters, but lost his left arm in a mission. Unwilling to change positions, he used his connections to participate in this "recruitment". Now, all that is left in his eyes is a desperate madness.

Long Zhenguo originally wanted to give Shen Ge a hard time, so he immediately agreed to Shen Ge's "signing up" for this kind of "soldier".

"Very good." Without any further words, Shen Ge directly inserted the tube of golden liquid into the man's only remaining right arm vein.

"Uhhhhhh-!"

A few seconds later, heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the warehouse area.

The man collapsed to the ground in agony, writhing in pain, his muscles spasming all over, as if countless tiny snakes were crawling beneath his skin.

Long Zhenguo and his entourage watched this scene with cold smiles from inside the command vehicle at a distance, convinced that it was a farce destined to fail.

However, the next second, their smiles froze on their faces.

At the severed left shoulder of the middle-aged man, flesh began to writhe and grow wildly at a visible speed. The newly formed granulations quickly intertwined, gradually hardening and emitting a faint metallic sheen.

This is not an ordinary cell activator, but a cell activator that Li Xiang modified by combining with strange cells after obtaining Shen Ge's "living alloy".

Strictly speaking, this is a new type of disposable paranormal device. One injection can last for 12 hours, but over time, the activator will gradually kill the paranormal cells, thus destroying the device.

Just one minute later, a brand new and complete "living mechanical arm" that blends biological texture and metallic feel appeared on his left shoulder.

The man trembled as he tentatively grasped the brand-new left hand.

With a thought, "click," his five fingers instantly came together, transforming into a sharp alloy arm blade!

miracle!

This is a true miracle that can regenerate severed limbs and even allow the human body to evolve into a higher life form. Even if it can only last for 12 hours, it is still a miracle!
The entire Warehouse Area 13 was in complete chaos at that moment!

Those previously indifferent eyes suddenly burst forth with unprecedented fervor, desire, and greed—the madness of a drowning person grasping at the last straw!
"Give it to me! I want one too!"

"Sir! Choose me!"

Without Shen Ge saying another word, the remaining hundred-plus people surged forward like madmen, vying to receive the "gift" that could change their fate.

The teacup in Long Zhenguo's hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered into pieces.

He stared intently at the miraculous scene on the screen, his face ashen, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror, and... a hint of undisguised extreme greed.

He finally realized that the "trash" he had casually tossed out to humiliate Shen Ge had, in the blink of an eye, actually "come alive" in that man's hands! (End of Chapter)