Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 484 [Destiny] Dominate the Villain
In Zuo Bai's mind, the words "on-the-job training" appeared on the blackboard:

——[Characteristics of seed parasites]
1. Thorn contraction and reorganization (nerve connection completed within 0.4 seconds)

2. The host's memory is completely preserved (consciousness pollution)
3. Ability increase 200%-300% (the specific value depends on the host's foundation)

4. The behavior mode changes to [Destiny] mode (same madman)
The scene before my eyes was exactly the same as what was written on the blackboard.

The parasitic warrior's wriggling thorns shrank back into his body like a living thing, forming dense black veins under his skin.

His broken head was filled with thorns, but the left half still retained the outline of his facial features, while the right half of his face was completely turned into thorns - pitch-black thorn fibers emerged from his eye sockets, nasal cavity, and ear canals, interweaving into half of a strange mask.

His eyes rolled wildly, and his gaze swept from Zuo Bai to every companion around him.

He opened his mouth, thorns squirming between his teeth, but a familiar voice came out:
"Left White, A-7B-3C-9"

Except Zuo Bai, other warriors have no names, only corresponding numbers.

He was calling out each person's name accurately one by one.

Every time a number is read out, the corresponding team member will tremble unconsciously.

These battle-hardened zombie warriors felt terrified at this moment.

As he chanted, he thrust his hand into the back of his neck.

With a violent tear, the entire spine along with the nerve bundle was pulled out completely.

Before, he absolutely could not extract his own spine, but now, he can extract his own spine and turn it into a weapon.

Not only were his abilities enhanced, but the nanoworms in his body were also enhanced.

The pitch-black nanoworms became more viscous, entwining around the spine and wriggling and deforming into circles of creepy barbs, each of which exuded dark neurotoxins.

"Come into my arms..."

He waved his dark spine like a whip at his former companions, grinning and inviting:

"Live together with me and bloom beautifully together!"

Zuo Bai felt a chill in his heart: "Everything written on the blackboard matches."

The scientist's usual calmness could no longer be maintained. His face became stiff, and with a twitching mouth, he looked at the people who were slowly approaching, and said in a dry voice:
"You are the apostles of destiny!"

The word that was on his lips was "madman", but he remembered that he had to be polite, so he changed it to a respectful title.

As for whether the person who came was disguising his business card of [Destiny], this thought did not even form an electrical signal between Zuo Bai's synapses.

As a management staff member sent down by the Corpse Cult to be stationed in District 6, he has more access to and reading of confidential documents within the cult than ordinary combat personnel.

In the past 20 years, the number of evil organizations completely wiped out by "Destiny" is 37.3 times the record of the Upper City Council.

This is still the most conservative estimate compiled by the Corpse Cult through intelligence gathering.

The real data would be even more terrifying than this, and the reasons for those being erased were varied and beyond Zuo Bai's imagination.

It is no exaggeration to say that as "aspirants" who aspire to break into the top ten evil organizations, the Corpse Cult is not afraid of the wanted list by the Upper City Council.

But if a madman [of fate] passes by their door and sneezes, they will have to prepare to move away collectively.

Don't think this is alarmist; these are the bloody lessons left by our peers.

After all, the Upper City Council can still communicate, compromise, make deals under the table, and talk about reason, but [fate]...it's better not to mention it.

The bald captain walked forward slowly, picking his teeth with his fingernails and said:
"You speak quite nicely, but I'm more accustomed to being called a lunatic." It was confirmed without a doubt that this was the feeling.

Almost as soon as the words fell from their mouths, the two combat team members suddenly restrained their breath, turned around and fled.

Their tactical boots made a harsh sound as they scraped against the asphalt road, and in the blink of an eye they had rushed more than ten meters.

Zuo Bai's eyes twitched slightly, and he suppressed the chill in his heart:

"I don't remember how I have ever offended [Fate], right?"

The red dragonfly bit the straw, threw a coquettish look at Zuo Bai, and said faintly:

"So far, there isn't any, so we just came to say hello and pick up something and leave."

Zuo Bai's expression lightened up a bit, and he answered without hesitation:
"I wonder what you two want to take? If I have it, I will give it to you with both hands, without hesitation."

The red dragonfly laughed out loud, seeming to find Zuo Bai's appearance very amusing.

She rolled the straw into her mouth and said with a sweet smile:
"That's a good sentiment. Please leave your head to us."

Chi-

The parasitic warrior seemed to have received an order. He waved his arm and his spine wrapped around Zuo Bai's neck. This scene gave people a sense of déjà vu.

None of the surrounding combat team members stepped forward to rescue. Instead, they breathed a sigh of relief, as if they were glad that they were not chosen.

They didn't even exchange glances with each other, but turned around at the same time and ran away in all directions in a very tacit understanding.

Someone activated the prosthetic overclocking mode, and sparks flew from the leg hydraulics;
Some people threw smoke bombs crazily, releasing them to conceal their figures;
Someone took a transmutation stimulant and injected it into his neck. His body suddenly swelled up like a balloon, and one step he took was equal to two previous steps.

Zuo Baiqi felt like his lungs were about to explode.

He took a few steps back and forced himself to put on a polite smile, but his voice sounded like a good student asking questions in class:
"Why? Can you tell me why you must take my head?!"

Before he could finish his words, a dark spine flashed across his cheek like lightning.

The torn wound was instantly injected with neurotoxins, and the burning pain ran straight to the forehead along the facial nerves.

“It’s three times faster than before.”

Zuo Bai's pupil shrank suddenly, and his brain completed the data comparison in one thousandth of a second.

He suddenly grabbed the opponent's wrist and punched the crazy shaking head directly with a heavy punch.

However, the other party's cracked mouth twisted into a weird smile, and his bloody teeth did not dodge or avoid, but bit towards his fist excitedly.

"Completely crazy, this madness is the pollution of [fate]?"

Zuo Bai could clearly hear the "boom, boom, boom" sound of his own heartbeat.

This kind of close, face-to-face contact made Zuo Bai's heart beat wildly. This close-range feeling made him feel and understand the data in the documents more deeply.

No wonder all the colleagues are so scared of [fate].

This really can’t be blamed on my colleagues, [fate] is really crazy.

It is no wonder that the Upper City Council just beat them casually to get the job done, and the encirclement and suppression of [Destiny] was like taking drugs, regardless of the cost.

You really can't blame the city council for this, you have to blame [fate] yourself!
this moment,
As an evil scientist of the Corpse Cult, Zuo Bai has a deep understanding and sympathy for all the villains and Shangcheng Zhengdao from the bottom of his heart...
(End of this chapter)