You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

Black boots landed on the old-fashioned eaves.

Meng Jing frowned and glanced around. The already narrow street was in complete chaos. Food was spilled on the dark ground, tables and chairs were overturned in the panic, and people instinctively rushed towards the crowded areas. The door of a barbecue restaurant couldn't withstand the pressure and shattered with a crash.

The screams grew louder.

The explosion occurred in an unused shop across the street.

The roller shutter door was reduced to dust, and the fire inside was raging, obscuring everything. Behind the black smoke, a fat, swaying "giant" about five meters tall waved away the smoke, and a deformed, gray hand reached out first.

It is indeed a pollutant.

When this thing poked its head out of the thick fog, the scene was completely out of control.

Because this is a truly consuming entity.

As mentioned before, one of the instincts of pollutants is to devour each other; they are not peaceful among themselves, and many of them are not even intelligent.

When advanced pollutants encounter lower-level pollutants during transport, they will forcibly merge with them to enhance their own strength.

The pollutant in front of me had a head that was barely round, with an uneven surface and skin like a reef, constantly dripping with mucus. Its facial features were obviously randomly formed, and its side profile suddenly opened a large mouth, spewing out hot air – that was its mouth.

In the very center is a black eyeball that keeps scanning. Upon closer inspection, this large eyeball contains many smaller, ferocious-looking eyeballs.

It's unknown how many it devoured to reach this size.

The pollutant saw a man who had collapsed in a panic, drooling profusely from his mouth, and reached out to grab him.

A blur flashed through the air at a speed almost impossible for humans to detect. The pollutant's smooth movements suddenly froze, and its head deformed at a visible speed. Before it could even let out a wail, it was kicked away by Meng Jingting in mid-air.

This was an incredible force, weighing several tons! The pollutant crashed backward, smashing through the alleyway, and as it sprinted backward, it gripped the walls on both sides, sending bricks and rubble flying for several seconds before finally coming to a stop.

The pollutants looked in surprise toward the alley entrance.

Meng Jing landed calmly, and the pheromone barrier had already checked the entire area within a hundred meters.

His long, slender fingers pressed against the earpiece, and the call to the tribunal was connected.

"A Class B pollutant was found 30 meters inside from Entrance C of the old street in Mingrui District. No miasma has been generated so far."

"Dispatch five teams to the scene immediately to evacuate the crowd."

"Notify the safety department and ask them if the pollutant detectors they spend exorbitant amounts of money maintaining every year are broken."

The final, forceful sentence sent a chill down Xie Wencheng's spine, and he only managed to reply, "Yes!"

In fact, the safety department discovered the pollutants the moment they appeared, but failing to notify them in advance constituted dereliction of duty.

Inside the security department, everyone was running and bumping into each other, looking flustered. Water cups shattered on the ground with a "bang," but no one cared. When the tribunal called, the security minister's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

With Meng Jingting around, a Class B pollutant is completely under control.

  

The reason he dared not use violence to suppress the crowd was that there were too many people at the scene, and various pheromones were floating in the air.

Zhong Xun walked slowly out along the path and looked up to see a woman holding a child in her arms, staring blankly. She didn't seem to be terrified; rather, her mind was blank from surviving a disaster.

"Huihui, my Huihui..."

"Huihui?" Zhong Xun stepped forward, bent down, and asked softly, "Where's Xiaoya?"

The seven or eight-year-old child was absent-minded, but when he heard the words "Little Girl," he still looked at Zhong Xun. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; tears came out first.

A spiritual tentacle reached out and gently stroked the child's head. Unrelated to pheromones, a cool, ethereal scent filled the child's nostrils, instantly bringing back the three souls that had long since drifted away. The blankness in Huihui's eyes was gradually replaced by a certain light, and finally, he trembled as he said, "Swallowed..."

Huihui burst into tears: "Little Ya was swallowed..."

Zhong Xun's expression was somewhat grim. Pollutants devour people; some advanced pollutants can even steal human genes and evolve into something called "thought."

According to the published information, if a human enters the contaminant's stomach, it will be completely digested within five minutes.

Zhong Xun frowned as he looked at the deformed figure that had stood up. Even if he killed it now...

"Live." A lazy voice suddenly echoed in my mind.

Zhong Xun was taken aback: "Hidden?"

"It's me, huh? Didn't expect that, did you?"

Zhong Xun retorted without hesitation: "My spiritual tentacles haven't even touched you."

"Hidden" is now just a humming sound.

Zhong Xun had no time to waste and said coldly, "I'll only ask you once: are you sure the little girl is still alive, right?"

"Hidden" still wanted to show off, but tentacles from all directions reached out from its mental sea, waiting for it to utter a lie before attacking it to death.

"Really, really!"

Under certain forms of violence, the truth endures.

Just then, the tribunal's vehicle roared in, and the fully armed adjudicators who jumped out, guns in hand, were immediately inspiring. The leader gave loud commands, and the headless crowd finally found its way.

Through his goggles, Xie Wencheng saw that Meng Jingting had firmly trapped the pollutants in place. Grade B was nothing special, but the appearance of something like this in Area A meant there were many things that needed to be investigated.

The balance that various forces had barely maintained over the years turned to ashes amidst the howling of this ugly thing.

The crowd dispersed very quickly. Xie Wencheng was about to give Meng Jingting a signal when his pupils suddenly contracted.

Is that Zhong Xun watching the fight from the alleyway entrance as if nothing happened?!

Xie Wencheng couldn't help but take two steps forward, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Hey you..."

With a loud "Aow!", the pollutant, overwhelmed by Meng Jingting's beating, lay on the ground with its mouth wide open on the side. Amidst a pile of bloody rubble that hadn't yet completely slid down its throat, Zhong Xun saw the unconscious little girl.

"elder brother."

The child is young, innocent and carefree.

The next second, Xie Wencheng's head went white.

Meng Jingting seemed to have a premonition of something and suddenly turned around.

Zhong Xun sprinted over and slid out from five meters away from the mouth! In a flash, he only had time to exchange a brief glance with Meng Jingting before he smoothly entered the mouth of the pollutant.

The judges were all astonished.

The pollutant never expected to receive such a gift from nature before its death. It instinctively stretched its neck to swallow, but before it could even close its teeth, an unshakeable, powerful human hand forcefully gripped its palate.

Meng Jing violently stepped on his chin, bent down and peered over, and saw Zhong Xun struggling to pull Xiao Ya out of the mess.

The little girl already had contaminated red spots on her face and needed to be taken to the hospital immediately.

However, a soft and rapid "poof" sound rang in everyone's ears.

The pollutants exploded at an instant, causing everything in front of them to be instantly stretched and deformed.

Zhong Xun held the little girl tightly, and after the shaking subsided, he slowly opened his eyes—

The previous explosive noise turned into a deathly silence. The night was deep, and on the concrete ground in front of him, there were only him and Xiaoya.

The cold wind blew the air open, and Zhong Xun looked up to see the three-story self-built house looking down at them eerily.

The miasma has formed.