The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Night fell like a thick, ink-soaked velvet cloth, tightly shrouding the nameless, desolate island in the high seas.

Even the starlight was extinguished by layers of dark clouds, leaving only the warning lights atop the Silent Containment Tower flashing a dark red glow in the darkness, blinking rhythmically.

The security team members on duty on the island pulled their coats tighter. The sea breeze, carrying a salty, cold scent, swept across the alloy-cast tower, emitting a low, mournful sound.

Just then, strange movements were heard simultaneously from the sea and sky to the west of the deserted island.

The roar of low-altitude rotors cutting through the air grew louder as they approached.

Three jet-black helicopters, with their fuselages low, approached the helipad of the containment tower under the cover of the thick night.

Meanwhile, beneath the surface of the sea, tiny waves surged as more than a dozen dark-painted yachts silently cut through the water, rapidly approaching the island's mudflats.

"Has the warden returned after containing the catastrophic creature?" The evacuation team member next to the helipad squinted.

The night was so dark that the helicopter was enveloped in darkness.

Forget about identifying the fuselage insignia, even the general outline was blurry; all that could be seen was the helicopter's flashing lights.

Without the slightest doubt, the duty officers immediately turned on the guidance signal lights on the tarmac.

Waving a flashlight to guide the landing, and even quickly stepping forward to prepare to welcome the helicopter landing, all the while wondering to myself.

Has the warden finally returned after taking in the nine-lives cat?

I thought I was going to be busy for a while!

The helicopter rotor created a powerful gust of air, swirling sand and gravel around before landing steadily on the helipad.

The hatch was suddenly pushed open, but the first person to step out was not a familiar containment team uniform, but a stranger in a dark combat uniform with a cold and hard face.

Before the confusion on the guide's face could turn into vigilance, the other party had already raised the submachine gun tightly in his hand, the dark muzzle pointed at the unsuspecting guard.

Without any warning or hesitation, he pulled the trigger!

"Da da da!"

A hail of bullets tore through the night sky in an instant. The evacuation team members didn't even have time to cry out before they fell straight into pools of blood.

Gunfire shattered the tranquility of the isolated island!

Almost at the same second the helicopter opened fire, more than ten yachts docked on the mudflats.

The followers and armed personnel of the Doomsday Cult swarmed down, armed with heavy weapons.

Charges were launched in all directions toward the Silent Containment Tower, and a full-scale assault began instantly.

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"

The piercing alarms blared wildly inside and outside the containment tower, their ear-piercing sounds tearing through the night sky.

The red warning lights flashed wildly, and the once tranquil containment base instantly descended into chaos.

The stationed containment security team reacted quickly, immediately using the alloy walls and fortifications of the containment tower as cover.

Security personnel picked up their guns and weapons and fought back fiercely. Bullets crisscrossed in the night, forming a barrage of fire that temporarily halted the enemy's advance.

But this resistance didn't last long.

Parker Tor slowly walked out from the crowd. He was a member of the elite strategy team belonging to the Beacon Nation, roughly equivalent to a professional player in a game.

He exudes a powerful aura that is completely different from that of ordinary armed personnel. His extraordinary physique of 30 points gives him dynamic vision and reaction speed far beyond that of ordinary people.

Enemy bullets whizzed by, but to him they seemed to move in slow motion as he casually dodged, easily avoiding the dense hail of bullets.

He advanced steadily toward the core of the containment tower, his weapon firing precisely, each bullet hitting a garrison member.

The attacks from the garrison members were ineffective against him, unable to harm him in the slightest, while each of his counterattacks tore through the defenses of the Silent Containment Tower.

Having lost the initial advantage and facing such overwhelming combat power, the resistance of the garrison was completely futile.

The fortifications were breached one after another, and the team members fell one after another. Screams, explosions, and gunshots mingled together, echoing across the deserted island.

Wowo woke up with a start.

WoWo is a cute girl with a rabbit-like figure, probably as cute as Xiao Qiao's lines and puppy skin.

Upon hearing the words "enemy attack," she immediately sat up.

After a moment's thought, he understood what was going on.

It was the members of the Doomsday Cult and the Chosen Ones of the opposing faction who took advantage of the Warden and Sister Red Cherry's absence to launch a surprise attack on the Silent Containment Tower.

Although WoWo is also a strategy guide player, she is more of a technical strategy guide player.

With only 22 points in constitution and vitality, he would be easily killed by players of the same level in the same strategy group.

WoWo looked puzzled. Why couldn't her precognitive abilities predict that the Doomsday Cult would attack the Silent Containment Tower?

Could it be that the other party used a divine artifact to shield their precognitive abilities?

It's over, it's over.

There must be members of the raiding team among those who attacked the Silent Containment Tower. If you run into them head-on, you're dead!

What should I do?

What should we do? Should we hide and send a distress signal to Sister Hongying?

The screams and wails outside grew closer and closer.

Wowo crushed the jade talisman in her hand.

The next moment, the door to the room where WoWo was located was opened directly.

The Doomsday Cult members who kicked open the door looked at the empty room and left.

"Leave no one alive!"

"yes!"

Parker's voice came from outside the door. Wowo covered her mouth, her little feet in white stockings propped up on the wall.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Wowo immediately recognized the person as Parker.

This Parker is their mortal enemy, even their archenemy, of the End Guild. He has killed countless elite members of the End Guild.

A strategy team like WoWo, which relies on technical skills, would be instantly defeated if it faced off against a strategy team like Parker, which focuses on combat.

She had activated all her perceptive shielding talents, perception reduction skills, and presence reduction skills to the maximum.

Wowo's back was soaked with cold sweat, and she covered her mouth tightly with her little hands.

For strategy team members of this caliber, simply focusing on blind spots is useless.

Their ability to sense auras and their sixth sense will increase by more than one level.

You can clearly see all the items in the room just by looking through a door; even hiding in a blind spot is of no use.

Parker glanced at the room strangely and muttered:

"Strange, why do I have a feeling that someone is in this room?"

Parker walked into the room as he spoke, and Wowo hovered above him on the right, not daring to breathe, sweat sliding down her cheeks.

It was about to drip onto the ground.

Parker looked around and, finding no one there, walked away.

Sweat dripped onto the ground, spreading into a damp patch.

Wowo slowly slid down the wall, let out a long sigh of relief, and slumped to the ground in a duck-like sitting position.

She was about to get up when she suddenly saw Parker's hideous and terrifying face.

"Little rabbit, I knew you'd be hiding here!"