A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 282 Betrayal and Escape
"Virus origin?"

Smith frowned as he lowered his hand from his mouth, wisps of black smoke rising from the corner of his lips.

"I am a human being, I am Smith!"

"what?"

Wearing heavy power armor, the colonel leading the group chuckled.

"Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Virus Prototype."

"Your host, Smith, was shot to death during the virus outbreak."

"Some of the shots went straight through the brain—from any angle, it was just a corpse."

The colonel wasn't indulging in a villainous act to start explaining and showing off; he was simply stalling for time. What he applied to Miss Karen's lips was a metabolic overload agent called "Furnace," while what he injected into her body was a viral envelope disintegrating agent called "Purification."

The two toxins acted simultaneously on this 'pathogen,' weakening even a Class C supernatural being capable of kicking tanks and leaping over skyscrapers.

well,

Those scientists finally played their due role.

"Mr. Pathogen, have you heard of the 'chimera consciousness' hypothesis?"

? !
The other party's words,

Smith's expression changed under his hood.

"While integrating into the host's DNA, the virus may also randomly 'read' and 'write' some neural connections—namely, memories and instincts."

Behind the fully encased power armor helmet, the colonel's words were piercing to the heart.

"That's right,"

"You are nothing but a monster born from devouring 'Commissioner Smith'!"

"You think you're human? But from head to toe, from body to soul, what part of you is human?"

monster?

monster! !
He stumbled and almost fell; for 'Smith,' the blow to his spirit was more deadly than the poison in his body.

Covering his forehead, 'Smith' had only one question in his mind:
Am I even human?
Am I even human?

Very good, I never thought I had a talent for defeating enemies with 'verbal sparring'.

"elder brother,"

Just as the colonel leading the team was secretly pleased, a figure ran out from the building behind them.

"Don't listen to their nonsense. You are Smith, a righteous man!"

"Do not be afraid, for I am with you; do not look around, for you are mine—"

"Shut up!"

He suddenly reached out his hand to the other person.

The colonel, filled with shock and anger, tried to interrupt the other man's 'nonsense'.

With his strength and the alloy material of his power armor, he could easily tear this young woman to shreds like a rag with a single touch.

"Dana?!"

However, it was this very act of reaching out that led to the conclusion of the agreement.

It interrupted Smith's chaotic thoughts.

Whether he is human or not is not important; what is important is that his 'sister' is in danger!
"stop!"

bang————

The ground suddenly cracked open, like an anti-tank mine exploding.

This wasn't some kind of technological weapon; it was damage caused by 'Smith' pushing off the ground.

With the powerful recoil, he pounced on the guy who was trying to hurt his sister at a terrifying speed!
"Stop!"

But there were other 'super soldiers' present, and one of them immediately stepped in front of 'Smith's' charge and punched him.

Before the 'venom' could spread throughout his body, Smith's right hand suddenly swelled up: numerous black and red tentacles proliferated and coiled, transforming into a giant claw that, like a howling city gate, reached out to grab the 'super soldier' ​​who was trying to block him.

If time were slowed down a hundredfold,
You can see that this 'super soldier's' fist is pitifully thin compared to 'Smith's' giant claws.

When the fist slammed into the giant claw, it twisted, deformed, and shattered the moment it made contact—before the fragments could even fly, the giant claw forcefully pushed them back and slammed them onto the super soldier who had thrown the punch.

The 'super soldier,' encased in thick power armor, had just begun to show fear on his face.

His fist was violently forced back, sinking deep into his chest: ripples, accompanied by spiderweb-like cracks, suddenly spread across the titanium shell, then lingered and extended into the surrounding air.

Immediately afterwards, huge claws pressed against his body;

The latest type of power armor, touted as granting D-level combat power upon wearing;

Like clay slapped by a child, it instantly twisted and deformed, flying backward.

It crashed heavily into the colonel who was reaching out to grab Dana.
They flew backwards together.

They stopped him!
It's a long story, but it actually took less than 0.01 seconds.

The 'super soldier' ​​that was swatted away instantly turned into a cannonball!

Under the immense impact force comparable to a thousand-ton forging machine, the bodies of the two power armors crushed and squeezed together, forming an inseparable whole; the 'super soldier' ​​in front was even more shattered, twisted and deformed beyond recognition.

And so, like giant metal balls, they crashed heavily into the wall of the Parker Pharmaceuticals company behind them.
Like piercing through paper, it flew straight back and crashed into the second wall, then the third, and the fourth.

boom----! !

Only then did the violent tremors and roar erupt.

The Parker Pharmaceuticals building paused for a moment, and then the area around the huge hole in the wall suddenly caved in! Countless cracks continued to burst, spread, break, and collapse.

Some things flew into the sky, while others were pulled back by gravity. Cables snapped, sparks flew everywhere, and things slithered wildly around the cave entrance like a swarm of snakes. Every flying fragment was like a bullet, and countless chaotic pieces flew and smashed around, causing the ground to tremble incessantly!
The windows of the entire building were completely shattered by the shockwave.

It cascaded down like a crystal-clear 'river,' reflecting pairs of astonished eyes.

brush--

Before the debris fell,
Smith rushed over, scooped up Dana, and sped away, covering over a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

splash,

On the other side of the building that was directly pierced through,
Suddenly yanking aside his 'subordinate' who was already tangled in the power armor, the colonel, his body riddled with metal shards, scrambled to his feet and roared.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

Are two viruses this severe?
Is this the power of the 'viral progenitor'? I want it so badly!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Professor Victor, what is this?"

On the command ship, Vice Admiral Thomas turned around with a grim expression and questioned the white-haired old professor behind him.

"Failure is normal in scientific research."

"Furthermore, the samples you provided were of very poor quality."

The old professor forced a smile and explained, and he wasn't wrong: so far, the American military had only been able to capture 'Hunter' level infected. It was thanks to that basketball player, 'Alexander,' that they managed to get their hands on a corpse at most.

This leads to all of Professor Victor's conclusions being based on the 'Hunter' level.

"I've already stacked all the dosages to the highest possible level,"

Now that things have come to this, the old professor could only shrug his shoulders.

"You've all seen the results. If you still have any complaints, I'm withdrawing from the research right now!"

When confronted with demands for accountability, the old man simply resorted to shameless tactics.

"you--"

Lieutenant General Thomas had a sentence stuck in his throat.
"Professor, could that 'viral origin' be freed from your toxin?"

"How can that be?"

Professor Victor, who had retorted without even thinking, swallowed his words halfway through.

"Theoretically, it's impossible."

Both of these toxins are designed to combat the 'zombie virus' that has caused this outbreak, and they exploit the characteristics of the human body: even Professor Victor himself doesn't have the ability to create an antidote—not that he can't, but that there simply isn't enough time in the short term.

"As you know, the supernatural is a new and also the least understood topic. What unexpected event could have occurred?"

Anything is possible, so it's not his fault.

"Fine,"

Lieutenant General Thomas sighed helplessly.

He was just a soldier, so he was naturally very skilled at using weapons, but he was completely clueless when it came to studying them.

"Manufacturing more 'purification' injections might allow us to capture even stronger 'elite hunter' level infected individuals."

"I don't have high hopes,"

Despite saying that, Professor Viktor turned around and went back to his research.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Thump,

Smith, who was holding Dana, finally reached his limit and collapsed to the ground after shoving open the door of a supermarket with his shoulder.

"Brother? Brother!"

Despite her aches and pains, Dana, who had fallen to the ground, tried to help her 'brother' up.

"hiss,"

However, as soon as he reached out, he was burned and instinctively withdrew his hand.

Her 'brother' was radiating intense heat!

?

Yes,

I was running like crazy before, and all the heat was carried away by the night wind.

Moreover, at that time, 'Smith' was able to suppress the two poisons in his body.

Now, the most dangerous moment has arrived: as a large number of viral cells are destroyed by the 'purification' agent, the 'furnace' agent, which was originally in relatively low doses, begins to heat, intensify, and destroy within his body with unbridled force!
Professor Victor from America is, after all, a frequent recipient of the Nobel Prize in Biology; he's got some serious skills.

"It's so hot, what should I do?"

It's getting colder!

With a quick glance, she suddenly stretched out her hands and, despite the sizzling heat, the young female reporter gritted her teeth and picked up her 'brother'.

She's a reporter, and she has to go out for interviews every day. When she encounters dangerous areas, she can't run fast enough and gets 'accidentally injured'.

She goes to the gym regularly and is not a weak and helpless young lady.

With gritted teeth, Dana picked up her "brother" and placed him on a large supermarket shopping cart. Her arms were red and blistered, and she turned the cart around and headed back.

This is a supermarket, so there must be a cold storage facility behind it: I don't know if this method is reliable, but it's the only way we can do it now.

Use a cold storage facility to physically cool 'Smith'.

"Regardless of what others say,"

Dana murmured to herself as she pushed 'Smith' backward.

"You are a good person."

Good people shouldn't have tragic ends.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Karen, are you alright?"

On the helipad of Parker Medical, a middle-aged white man rushed over.

"My child, I'm so sorry to have wronged you."

As he spoke, he pulled the blonde beauty, who was crying her eyes out, into his arms.

He was Karen Parker's father, the owner of this pharmaceutical company, and the 'stepping stone' that Commissioner Smith had chosen.

"Father, waaaaah~~"

Nestled in her father's arms, the blonde bombshell's heart was filled with regret.

"He was a good person; it was my fault that he died."

"It's all in the past, it's all in the past, baby."

The middle-aged man patted his daughter's back, his face full of helplessness.

His family is undoubtedly a "big shot" in the eyes of ordinary people; however, in the eyes of America's true elite, his power is nothing more than that: let alone the top "Bumblebees", even Jewish interest groups and Irish financial forces are not people he can defy.

"No matter how much that man resembles him, he is ultimately not Smith."

It's just a 'pseudo-human' simulated by the virus.

"But he's kinder than most people!"

Karen retorted while crying.

Forehead,
Hearing this, the middle-aged white man was speechless.

My daughter, what's wrong with you?
Did she fall for the same 'man' again?
The first time was a scam, so what's the use of being fooled this time?

"Hey,"

In such an era,
Even the powerful and wealthy can only protect themselves.

Only those with supernatural powers can control their own destiny.

(End of this chapter)