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Chapter 100 Wang Xinran

Shen Xing, carrying a large suitcase, walked towards the direction of Garden No. 1.

He wore concealed air-duct earpieces hanging from his ears, with the earpiece wires connected to a walkie-talkie clipped to his waist. He was wearing a white lab coat and latex gloves.

His lower abdomen, thighs, and calves were all bound with black cloth strips, and almost every part of his body rich in nerves was covered with electrode pads.

In addition to a walkie-talkie, Shen Xing also had a pistol and a grenade hanging from his waist, and a rifle slung over his back. He walked toward the crowd in the darkness.

Inside the command vehicle, Lu Lingyun watched Shen Xing's retreating figure, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, trembling slightly.

He gave me that grenade.

If things really come to a point where decapitation is impossible and there is no way to salvage the situation, as long as he detonates this grenade, he can kill Wang Xinran, who is possessed by the strange creature, or he can blast the strange creature apart, causing the people outside to temporarily lose their ability to react.

They would then mobilize their entire army, controlling the surrounding crowd while attempting to break in.

But all of this is predicated on Shenxing being able to successfully enter the core contaminated area.

"Boss, we've spotted someone moving towards the core area..."

"Let him pass."

Lu Lingyun picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke, his voice sounding as if he had aged twenty years.

On the display screen in front of them, Lu Lingyun and the other technicians were all staring intently at their screens.

On the screen, the young man in the white coat slowly took out his phone, seemingly making a call.

Everyone’s heart is raised.

Outside No. 1 Garden, people were packed together like sardines in a can, making it impossible to get in, let alone deal with strong emotional distractions.

If the other party doesn't answer the phone at all, then it's basically a failure.

"He put down his phone... He failed, boss..."

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"No, is Brother Xing talking to the people on the outermost side? Look."

The screen was magnified, and you could see that Shen Xing was leaning forward slightly, seemingly talking to someone on the outermost edge.

"We've tried communicating with people outside, but it's completely ineffective; they're not aware of it."

"No."

Lu Lingyun shook his head, staring intently at the screen in front of him, and said, "He's not communicating with people outside... he's trying to communicate with the Mother through people outside."

"But we..."

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"None of us know Wang Xinran, and she has no feelings for us. But according to the surveillance footage and text messages, Wang Xinran definitely has feelings for Shen Xing... He might really be capable of it."

"Look!!"

A technician pointed to the screen with some surprise.

Meanwhile.

A sniper, lying prone on the roof of a building in the opposite residential area with his sniper rifle at the ready, said to the assault team members next to him, "Look, down there."

Their position was directly opposite the gate of Garden One, and in their field of vision, the figure in the white coat in the night was particularly conspicuous.

Under everyone's breathless gaze, the person in front of that figure, who had been swaying erratically, slowly turned to the side and moved away.

Then, it was like a wave rising on the sea.

Amidst the zombie-like crowd, ripples appeared like waves, and a path, barely wide enough for one person to pass sideways, parted in front of the figure in the white coat.

He... succeeded!

"Awesome!"

The assault team leader clenched his fist and shouted, drawing everyone's attention to the lone figure moving forward in the darkness.

Like a white-clad angel embarking on a solitary journey to hell.

With each step he took, the crowd behind him closed in.

This is a deadly road with no turning back.

They watched as the brave man walked through the crowd until he entered Building 3.

"Shen... I can hear you... buzzing..."

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"Sizzle...okay...sizzle..."

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"call...

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"Remember... show no mercy... once I give the order... immediately..."

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"Sizzle..."

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Walking in the dark corridor, the strong interference meant that Shen Xing could only hear noisy electromagnetic sounds in his headphones, and he could barely make out what Lu Lingyun was saying.

Although this thing is noisy, it can't be taken off. Once it loses its own voice, Lu Lingyun will probably start taking extreme measures in less than half an hour.

Shen Xing looked up. The corridor was dimly lit, filled with rustling sounds. People were staring at him in the darkness.

The electrode pads on his calves were continuously discharging. Shen Xing took off his shoes on the spot, took out his notebook, took out a few round nails, and stuck them into the soles of his feet through his socks.

I feel more at ease using this thing... The pain from the electric shock is too weak, and it affects my movements.

After making preparations, Shen Xing carried his tools and headed towards the path where the crowd parted, walking up the stairs step by step.

The stairwell was stuffy and suffocating, filled with a mixture of smells. The sound of people sobbing echoed in the small space, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Soon, Shen Xing arrived at the door of 802.

However, upon standing at the doorway and seeing the black honeycomb-like growths hanging in the living room, Shen Xing did not continue walking forward.

Is this the source of the abnormal erosion?

The crowd slowly pushed outwards, and Shen Xing could only see a dense mass of people moving about. He was pushed back a few steps and leaned against the wall.

He seemed to have stepped on something. Looking down, he saw Lu Wenyin, whose face was completely bloodless and whose lips were purple.

She lay on a pool of blood that had almost dried, with simple bandages on her shoulder. There were messy bloody footprints all around her, and a submachine gun that had run out of bullets lay on the ground next to her, with spent cartridges scattered everywhere.

shot?

Who is dead?

Shen Xing didn't have time to think too much, because the crowd in front of him had basically been cleared out, and he could see the whole scene inside.

Scattered bloody footprints, a boy kneeling in the hallway inside the doorway, and a woman kneeling in the center of the living room with her head bowed.

Her hair was disheveled, her head was down, and she was motionless, like a living dead person.

Shen Xing carried his tools and strode inside.

Shen Xing's footsteps did not attract the woman's attention; she seemed to be completely absorbed in her own world.

Wang Xinran.

Shen Xing walked forward, glanced left and right, and saw the remains of the kitchen on the left.

This doesn't look like something Lu Wenying did... Wang Lei's wounds are gunshot wounds...

A jigsaw puzzle slowly pieced together in Shen Xing's mind.

Wang Lei had already committed murder before Lu Wenying even arrived at this location? And then Lu Wenying was attacked and shot back?

So Lu Wenying has already joined the Ninth Team?

Then, Wang Xinran witnessed all of this.

Just now, he was communicating with the crowd outside, and he was still able to get them to open a passage, which shows that their consciousness is still connected with Wang Xinran.

The stun gun on Lu Wenying had long since run out of power. If she had already been influenced by Wang Xinran, then Wang Xinran could probably get a lot of information out of her.

If Wang Xinran knew about the unusual situation, then her current emotions and state would be understandable.

After all, in Shen Xing's observation, Wang Xinran was an optimistic and kind person. It is often the kind people who feel pain for their mistakes, even if they are not the main cause.

Let's try to communicate. The people she controls aren't crazy, and she probably isn't either.

Ignoring the black hole beside him, which was slowly wriggling towards the black honeycomb tumor emerging from Wang Lei's body, and ignoring the larger, pulsating honeycomb tumor on the chandelier.

Shen Xing is very single-minded; he has only ever had one goal, and he won't accept anything less or more.

He only wants the "share" that he set out for himself from the beginning.

Shen Xing stood behind her, placed the box on the floor covered in bloody footprints, reached out and gently placed his hand on Wang Xinran's shoulder, and said, "Xinran..."

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