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Modified humans possess superior explosive power, strength, and speed, far surpassing normal individuals. However, they are certainly not bulletproof. A single shot can still penetrate their flesh.

"Ah! Woo woo woo ~" The modified human roared after being shot, gasping for breath.

"I'll ask you one more time, where are the people you captured from China a few days ago being held?" the officer asked again.

The translator repeated the question.

The modified human's eyes were filled with anger, staring intently at him, but still not uttering a word.

"Bang ~"

Another shot.

The modified human's other thigh was hit.

He seemed to be in even more pain, his breathing becoming more rapid, and more beads of sweat appearing on his face and forehead, streaming down his cheeks.

"It seems you're quite stubborn. If you don't speak, the next shot will be to your head. This is your last chance," the officer said.

The translator quickly translated again.

The modified human still showed no intention of speaking.

"Bang ~"

A shot to the head.

The modified human died instantly, blood splattering everywhere.

"Drag him away, and bring another one over," the officer ordered.

The soldiers dragged the dead modified human aside and pulled another one over.

This one was a woman.

However, her extremely exaggerated muscular physique made all the men present feel inferior.

"I can understand that you are all unfortunate people who were captured and subjected to human experiments. Actually, you don't need to keep secrets for those heinous individuals. You should cooperate with us to send those devils to the eighteenth level of hell, don't you think?" the officer said, squatting down and looking at the modified human.

The translator continued to translate.

The woman looked at him without speaking.

"Although I haven't experienced it myself, I can imagine how much pain you've endured to become like this. They treated you like this, why are you still so loyal to them?"

The woman still didn't answer.

"How about this? I usually don't hit women. Now, I'll give you the power of life and death over them, and you can decide their fate. As long as you cooperate, they can live. If they don't cooperate, they will die. The choice is yours," the officer said, pointing to the modified humans lying on the ground not far away.

The translator translated the words again.

He wasn't sure if these people were mute or if they had normal thinking abilities. He also wasn't sure if this kind of divisive tactic would work.

He was just gambling now. If the method didn't work after one try, he would have to kill them all.

"Drag another person over here," the officer ordered.

So the soldiers dragged another person over.

The officer cocked the gun and pointed it at the person's forehead.

"One life for one question. If you answer, he lives. If you don't answer, he dies. Do you understand?" the officer said.

The translator translated simultaneously.

"Tell me, where are the captured Chinese people being held?" the officer asked.

The woman still didn't answer.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"Bang ~" The officer fired directly after finishing the countdown.

The first person had to be killed. Not killing her wouldn't eliminate the fluke mentality that might exist in her heart.

"Drag her away, and bring another one over," the officer ordered.

The soldiers dragged another person over.

"Still the same question. Tell me, where are the captured Chinese people being held?"

"Three."

"Two."

"In Bartow," the woman said.

Moreover, this woman could actually speak Chinese.

The officer secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the woman speak.

It was not easy to catch a group of people. It would be too much of a loss if he couldn't get information from them.

"Are you Chinese?" the officer asked.

"... Yes," the woman replied after a moment of silence.

"Since you are Chinese, why are you helping the Ulan Nation fight against your own country's army?" the officer asked.

The woman sneered:

"Doesn't the Chinese army never kill prisoners? What are you doing now?"

"You're right, the Chinese army doesn't kill prisoners. But the prerequisite is that you have to be aware of being a prisoner. Hundreds of thousands of Chinese citizens are still in the Ulan Nation, with their lives hanging in the balance. In order to rescue those compatriots who are suffering, using some extraordinary means is not excessive," the officer said.

"Hahaha. It's really ironic for you to say that!" The woman's eyes were filled with hatred.

"What do you mean by that?" the officer asked.

"If you think these people are still Chinese compatriots, why didn't you come to rescue them when the settlement was besieged by zombies?" the woman scolded.

"This..." The officer was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Speechless, right? Although I hate them for turning me into something that's neither human nor ghost. But they said one thing that's still very true. The lives of ordinary people like us are just like weeds. No one cares whether we live or die, we can only rely on ourselves," the woman said.

"We're getting off topic. Let's get back to my question," the officer said, not wanting to continue the topic.

There were some things that he himself didn't understand, but as a soldier, he could only execute orders.

"Ask away," the woman replied indifferently.