Doctor will never die in a hellish situation.

"Phew—" After putting down the communicator, Wei Yanwu looked out the window at the smoke and fire and let out a long breath.

"What's wrong? You made plans with the Doctor to go to that awful place again, and you're already panting with excitement?" A slightly disgusted voice came from behind, and a dragon noblewoman in a kimono walked in with a frown.

"Wife, you know we weren't talking about that at all..." Wei Yanwu chuckled awkwardly, trying to explain in a flustered manner.

"Relax, of course I know what you're discussing. I just couldn't help but joke because you looked a little worried." Wen Yue walked up to Wei Yanwu and massaged his temples. "Isn't the plan going smoothly? Why are you looking so worried?"

"There's still no response from Ursus, and we can't get in touch with Speaker Witt. I have a bad feeling that things aren't as simple as they seem," Wei Yanwu said softly, closing his eyes contentedly.

"Is the pressure too much? After all, the person standing opposite you this time is Xiaota... How about, after this is over, I'll grant you permission to go to that shop once, which would also fulfill your promise to the Doctor. What do you think?"

"Long live my wife! I suddenly feel motivated... no, I mean, those kinds of places are boring, but the professor likes them, so I'm reluctantly going..."

"Hmph, men." Wen Yue sneered through her nose and turned to leave.

Not long after Wen Yue left, Wei Yanwu returned to his previous melancholy demeanor, and then, as if having made up his mind, dialed an encrypted channel.

"Hello, it's me. Are you all in position? We can begin! I know Lin Gerui has been strongly opposed, but this is not up to him! Gerui's daughter will contact you later. Do not contact me for the next three weeks. All information is kept by her."

Chapter 62, Section 346: Stealing a Home? I thought it was nothing serious.

"Attention all citizens, the anti-terrorism drill will continue until tomorrow. Staff will distribute food and water to you during that time. Do not leave the shelter without permission!"

"Citizens who are unable to reach the designated shelter in time should lock their doors and windows, draw the curtains, and stay at home. Do not go out unnecessarily to avoid being accidentally injured during the exercise."

"The explosions heard during the exercise were special sound effects designed to create an atmosphere and enhance the realism of the exercise. Thank you for your cooperation."

The once bustling commercial street was now deserted, a sight that was unsettling. Only a few drones hovered in the air, continuously playing the same few words in a distorted, mechanical voice, which sounded incredibly ironic to the Reunion Movement members.

"What a brilliant move! I should have realized it sooner... The leader of Lungmen is no pushover either." Mephistopheles, lurking in the shadows, gritted his teeth, feeling even more humiliated than when he had been manipulated by Qin Duanyu on several occasions.

A psychologically twisted psychopath, a madman who kills indiscriminately, a ruthless thug.

He never denied these titles; in fact, he was proud of them.

Initially, it was only because of Talulah's encouragement that he tried to transform some of his seriously injured companions into herds and use these monsters to fight against the enemy, achieving remarkable results.

However, these mindless Originium monsters only execute simple commands, mechanically swinging their weapons or tearing with their teeth and claws, and will never rest until they are told to stop. In addition, they lack common sense as humans, which leads to the scenes after each battle being somewhat... well, somewhat having the special effect of helping people lose weight.

In fact, this was by no means his original intention, but rumors that Mephistopheles was cruel and liked to turn people into herds spread quickly among the Reunion Movement, and people looked at him with fear and alienation.

He had also been troubled and anxious about this, wondering if he had really done something wrong, but Talulah advised him in time, telling him that this was a sacrifice that had to be made for the future of his fellow infected people.

A necessary sacrifice!

Like a drowning man grasping at a straw, Mephistopheles felt at ease. After all, the people he trusted most—Talulah and Faust—had never looked at him that way, and that was enough.

Gradually, Mephistopheles was surprised to find that he actually liked the feeling of fear and despair that he brought to others, and coupled with the so-called "necessary sacrifices," his behavior became increasingly outrageous and excessive.

However, Lungmen used the anti-terrorism exercise as an excuse to easily neutralize his proud ability.

Back in Chernobyl, all it took was having the herds tear apart a few soldiers' and policemen's corpses, hanging some rebels from lampposts, and surrounding the enemies who had lost their will to resist before ordering them to fight to the last man before letting them go. That was enough to spread fear like a plague.

Damn Lungmen! Damn Rhodes Island!

“You… are very uneasy,” a weak voice said.

"Great, you're finally awake! I'll continue treating you!" Mephistopheles seemed to have come back to his senses, and rushed to the pale-faced boy, releasing a terrifying white dust.

SCOUT originally aimed at Faust's head, but perhaps it was the sniper's instinct that kicked in. The moment the etched bullet was fired, Faust felt a sense of crisis and barely dodged the fatal blow, but a hole was pierced through his neck.

If it weren't for Mephisto's Originium Arts, he would probably have bled to death.

“That’s enough. I can move around pretty much again.” Faust waited for a while, and only after finding that the wound had completely healed, leaving only a few scars, did he finally stand up. “How are you now? Is it… bad?”

“We lost, and we lost badly, so we’re running away.” Mephistopheles gave a bitter smile.

Even though explosions and screams could still be heard everywhere, and smoke continued to rise throughout the city, it was only their last struggle. They were like fish that had willingly crawled into a net, while Longmen was the fisherman who kept tightening the net.

All Mephisto could do was gather his troops as much as possible and break out before the net tightened completely. However, due to his previous underestimation of the enemy, he adopted the same strategy he had used in Chernobog, dispersing a large number of Reunion Movement members throughout the city in an attempt to create chaos and spread fear.

Unfortunately, Lungmen's countermeasures only hastened the demise of the city's unification movement.

After all, his troops, though seemingly the largest in number, were actually a mob of untrained and disorganized thugs. They were far from being as disciplined and obedient as the Patriots' guerrillas, and were not capable of following orders with ease in complex battlefield situations.

Even without the Royal Guard's pursuit and interception, Lungmen was an empty city. It was a big question whether this rabble could assemble within a few hours after receiving his orders.

Mephistopheles even suspected that after issuing the order to assemble, those idiots would be spotted by enemy reconnaissance teams, who would trace their trail back to his location.

"I'll buy you some time!" Faust picked up his crossbow and turned to walk towards a tall building.

“No, perhaps none of us will have to die!” Mephistopheles’ eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something important, and he murmured to himself.

……

"Doctor, your guess was right. We scared a team of Reunion members a little, and they started to run away. We've found Mephisto's hideout." ACE's voice came through the communicator, followed by a long string of map coordinates.

"Excellent, this is also our designated encirclement area!" Chen's eyes lit up as he pointed to several locations on the map. "Now that we know the location of the enemy's cadres, we can concentrate our forces to eliminate them first!"

Currently, it is only the initial stage of the final push. Although the Reunion Movement has fallen behind, there are still a considerable number of Reunion troops remaining in the city, and the battle remains at a stalemate.

If they are truly driven to the brink, the fish, united in purpose, may be able to break through the fishing net. With Mephistopheles' command, they can attack the weakest points before the net completely closes in, and there is still a chance to escape.

But if the leader is eliminated, the remaining headless flies can only be gradually devoured.

"Hey, Doctor from Rhodes Island, can you hear me?" Mephisto's voice came through an encrypted channel.

"Instead of running away with your tail between your legs, you've come to provoke us? Don't worry, the Doctor and I will settle the score with you right away!" Chen frowned. This channel belonged to a temporary defensive fortification of the Guard Bureau. Since Mephisto was using it to speak, it meant that his colleagues there... were probably in grave danger.

"Doctor, you and those traitors from Rhodes Island have really caused me a lot of trouble." After confirming that Qin Duanyu could hear him, Mephisto continued, "I've heard that Rhodes Island never abandons its members, right?"

"Hmm, so you want to join Rhodes Island? Sorry, we don't accept trash, please turn left to the recycling bin."

"To correct you, the garbage collection station is on the right side of the land-based ship. The direction you're referring to is the crematorium."

"Don't worry about the details, it doesn't matter anyway."

Qin Duanyu and Chen Yizhen's well-coordinated crosstalk performance almost made Mephisto lose his composure on the spot. He barely suppressed the urge to crush the communicator and tried his best to bring the rhythm back to his own pace.

"When Rhodes Island sent out a large number of operators to aid and abet evil, did you ever consider that the rear, with only doctors and a few small fry left, would be attacked?" Mephisto said with a cold laugh after the two finished their sarcastic remarks.

"Kid, you're really getting worse as you get older. I used the same tricks back in Chernobog. You think you can fool me with those same tricks now?" Qin Duanyu didn't believe him at all, and wasn't worried about such things at all.

"Think about it carefully, Doctor. How long has it been since you received a message from Rhodes Island? Here's a friendly reminder: in the leader's plan, Rhodes Island will be attacked in a way that is second only to the Guard Bureau building. And the number of Reunion cadres who are attacking Lungmen is far more than the three you've seen..." Mephisto said, then cut off the communication.

He felt that Qin Duanyu's intelligence was sufficient; even if the other party didn't believe him, it was enough to confuse him and perhaps provide an opportunity to exploit.

"Doctor, there has indeed been no news from the land-based ship for more than half an hour. I told you about it before, but you didn't take it to heart. Should we send a team to check it out..." Before Qin Duanyu could speak, Chen brought it up first.

The Doctor has already helped her too much, and even mobilized almost all of the combat personnel from the Operations Department to assist her. If the Reunion Movement really sends troops to attack the undefended Rhodes Island and causes a tragedy, and she does not provide assistance when she is able to, she will have no face to see the Doctor again.

"Believe me, if they dare to attack Rhodes Island's main ship, it's no different from courting death." Qin Duanyu suppressed the urge to laugh out loud and instead began to persuade Chen to calm down. "Instead of worrying about my operators, you should sympathize with those unfortunate Reunion Movement members."

Where is Rhodes Island's most capable fighter? Certainly not in their operations department.

Each chapter is basically 2500+ words, a long-awaited 10,000 words a day, and the writer is very happy.

But could you please give me some feedback?

I need to post something like "The author is long and persistent," otherwise my hands will keep shaking, and I'll have to quit writing.

Chapter 63, Section 347: Are all the people of Rhodes Island monsters?

Rewind half an hour to the docking area at Longmen berth.

"I'm a security guard, I love eating bear-shaped cookies, I'm always depressed, I go to work just to get off work." A demon man wearing the standard uniform of a Rhodes Island operator and a black mask was leisurely humming a song with his hands on his shield.

Despite being tall, muscular, and rumored to be a fierce and warlike member of the Eastern Kingdom's demon clan, even standing in front of him, there was no sense of oppression or intimidation. Instead, he seemed like a slightly lazy and kind older brother.

"Blackhorn, take this a little more seriously. We're the last line of defense for the land-based ships, after all. Let's set a good example for the younger generation." The woman, who was also wearing a mask, frowned and reminded him helplessly.

"Don't worry, with those kids guarding the perimeter, we don't need to lift a finger," Blackhorn shrugged, saying nonchalantly. "As for building an image, you should wake Dulin up first. Kroos and Skyburst are always slacking off; they must have been corrupted by Dulin!"

The two turned their gaze behind them, where a petite girl was leaning against the wall, using a uniform top that was too long to be called a robe as a blanket, tightly wrapped around her body and purring like a kitten.

"By the way, the leader of the A4 team responsible for the outer patrol, isn't she the girl you taught swordsmanship to? She's truly a promising young talent." The old-voiced, all-white Safra man happened to walk out of the landship and handed out several cups of coffee to his companions.

“That’s right, that child’s name is Melantha, and her swordsmanship has probably surpassed mine.” Yato said with a proud look. “By the way, didn’t you also personally teach a disciple, Grandpa? That guy named Stormeye is now a senior operator. I wonder how long little Melantha will have to work hard.”

"Speaking of which, you really like that girl, Yato. You even generously gave her our group's codename, and as a result, we all ended up as security guards..." Blackhorn sighed, took the coffee, and took a big gulp.

"Weren't you quite happy back then? You're clearly a young man, yet you're not as energetic as an old man like me." The forest ranger curled his lip, saying with obvious disdain, "Even errands have to be done by an old man. Sigh, the world is going to the dogs..."

throat!

With a crisp sound, Yato sheathed her sword, and the crossbow bolt, broken in two, landed in front of her.

Almost at the same time, the three who were still chatting entered battle mode. Dulin opened his eyes groggily, picked up his staff with his small hand that only reached halfway up his sleeve, and fired a magic missile in the direction from which the attack came.

"Ah!" The Reunion crossbowman who launched the sneak attack fell off the wall with a thud.

Seeing that the operation to take down the checkpoint had failed, the Reunion Movement members hiding nearby simply showed themselves, a huge, dark mass pressing forward. Judging from their attire, most of them were extremely rare special forces soldiers, as well as elite warriors such as Breakers, Blade Warriors, and Magic Guards, who were capable of serving as squad leaders.

"It seems the young man still lacks experience, letting so many enemies slip through at once. Honestly, this is beyond the scope of a security guard's job."

"They must have deliberately bypassed the outer teams, their target was the Rhodes Island main ship... and given their numbers, I'm actually glad Melantha didn't run into them."

"Can't you just let me get some sleep? Let's finish this quickly, I'm getting tired again!"

Faced with an enemy force that was both numerous and of high quality, the former members of the A4 team still had the leisure to chat.

"Go! There are only four of them, and they're all wearing Rhodes Island uniforms. They're definitely not any big shots; they're just security guards at best!" The leader of the Rockbreakers at the front waved his hand and charged forward, wielding his giant axe, taking advantage of his height and size.

"What's wrong with security guards? You look down on security guards?" Blackhorn roared, charging forward head-on with his shield raised.

……

Is there something wrong with this?

As they moved quickly through the passageway of the land-based warship, the special tactics division leader in charge of the battle glanced at the main entrance with lingering fear.

Those four seemingly weak operators actually managed to hold off an entire squad of Rockbreakers, who were the main force of their attack in this operation. As a result, the Rockbreaker leader, who was the spearhead of the attack, was seriously injured in one move. If it weren't for their superior numbers, it would have been difficult to break through their defenses.

"Everyone, cheer up! Those operators are probably Rhodes Island's last line of defense! Once we've dealt with those doctors and researchers, we'll go back and wipe them out!" Seeing that his team's morale had been dampened, he quickly raised his voice to encourage his subordinates.

That's right, all the Rhodes Island operations team members are outside. These few guards must be the only remaining defense force, otherwise they wouldn't have been stationed at the main gate! Although some unexpected things happened, the plan generally went very smoothly, and they arrived at the poorly defended interior of Rhodes Island.

"Kill! Kill all these infected traitors!" Someone took the lead, and shouts filled with murderous intent immediately rose and fell within the ranks.

“That’s right. According to our intelligence, the bottom few floors are all medical areas. Everyone split up and clean up. Meet at the central elevator in ten minutes!” The special forces squad leader looked at the map on the wall and quickly assigned tasks.