There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

The clouds moved slowly and cautiously forward, thick and solemn, eventually encircling the isolated island. The thunderclouds were still quite a distance away, but thanks to the cloud cover, the source of the storm was completely obscured.

Wisps of leaden clouds fell to the ground, transforming into a dense fog that blanketed the ocean. For the next long hour, I simply stared intently at the distant clouds, watching them swirl and grow thicker and more restless, listening intently to the eerie sounds emanating from the clouds and the sea. Some enormous shadows were writhing wildly, dancing and frolicking within the fog…

In the makeshift camp, a small number of people, but enough to determine their fate, stood by the sea, gazing into the distance, letting the sea breeze caress their faces.

"I hope your plan works."

Ada Wong also arrived at the beach, without bringing many people. The gunshot marks on her face indicated that she hadn't been idle, and her red evening gown was torn in many places, almost unable to be worn.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss is so white... *cough cough*, I quickly turned my head away to avoid looking at it.

"where have you been?"

Ada Wong crossed her arms and said, "I went into the ruins myself, and there was definitely something strange inside. We rescued a previously missing agent, but unfortunately, he can't remember what he saw at all. Grant, how are your injuries?"

A man in a black suit with his shoulders wrapped up shook his head silently.

His injuries didn't appear serious, but his bare arms were covered with some puzzling marks, some resembling whip marks and others injuries from impacts.

At this moment, those eerie gales began to pour into the gaps between heaven and earth, as if dancing wildly in the darkness and clamor. Those present felt as if they had been diagnosed with a terminal illness, their throats gripped by the tendrils of fear.

The roots of fear are deeply embedded in the boundless antiquity, in the unfathomable abyss of the night. Whether looking to the past or the future, one cannot escape the boundless darkness of the night.

"Where is Spyro?"

“His plan has run into some problems; he said it needs more time,” Kay replied.

"Time...who doesn't need it..."

I gave a self-deprecating laugh and stood in front of everyone.

The cold, nauseating air in the sky gradually coalesced into a poisonous current that blew down from that terrifying height, followed by a piercing scream—the sound was not far from us, emanating from that horrifying cloud that separated humans from monsters.

At this moment, there was a heavy breathing in the sea, and the sound of rushing water, which made me imagine that in Milton's story, a large group of deformed souls who had fallen into hell lived in that dark and gloomy place, gathering into cold winds and whirlpools that withered all things.

The next moment, something of immense size, whose nature was unknown, began to rampage wildly through the thick fog, about to knock itself off the terrifying throne it sat on...

All this commotion instantly spread throughout the heavens and earth, echoing in the boundless space. The ferocious red and black claws, bumpy skin, and red eyes led the gale as it approached the island.

But I didn't move an inch.

I heard a familiar set of footsteps.

A majestic figure had arrived at the seaside without anyone noticing.

His steps were slow.

But as he appeared, the strange shadows surging in the sky and sea stopped moving and retreated, hesitating, their deathly white and scarlet vertical pupils filled with vigilance.

"You've finally arrived."

I whispered to Zack.

The grotesque veins on Zach's face had not yet faded, and his expression was exceptionally fierce, but his eyes had regained their clarity.

"How do you know that my appearance will successfully stop them...?"

I took a deep breath: "You're the one who bragged to me, saying you broke the horn of the deep-sea monster Guvira and broke the legs of the twin Gilas monsters... and even said that Lady Lilia was yours..."

Zack retorted angrily, "Don't you dare spout nonsense in front of Mr. Rhodes! I didn't say the last sentence! Everything I said before was the truth. But given my current situation, you know perfectly well..."

No need for further explanation.

I interrupted his complaints, "You're all bark and no bite right now, but the monsters don't know that. So as long as you stay here, you can keep stalling for time. Reinforcements are on their way, so just put on a little more of a show of bravado!"

Anger and fear grew together, accompanied by the thud of claws striking each other, the clatter of fangs colliding, and the frenzied howls of hoarse throats from within the turbulent fog.

"We need to buy time now—the limit of the Empty City Stratagem is one person suppressing three dragons..."

Zack didn't answer me.

Suddenly, silence fell.

The sky was slightly quiet, but amidst these continuous, mournful melodies, the thunderclouds suddenly undulated and swayed like waves in an unclean asphalt ocean.

Then came the thud of a heavy object hitting the ground, followed by a familiar, cold voice.

"You never expected this... that I would kill you with my own hands..."

Zach, with a sharp knife stuck in his back, fell into a pool of blood.

The agent in the black suit was pinned to the ground by Ada Wong, Kay, and the others, but his body twisted and struggled like a snake, his limbs supple and boneless, and a voice came from his abdomen, frantic and owl-like...

Chapter 647 This is a model police officer

As Zach collapsed rapidly, the eerie shadows in the thick fog of the sky darkened.

The writhing shadow was constantly being pulled back, only its terrifying eyes remained intact. Although the mist around the vertical pupils was gradually shrinking and thinning, the strange eyes became more and more obvious, radiating a persistent scarlet gaze.

In an instant, a huge, shapeless, pitch-black shadow tens of meters tall surged in with malice!

An immense malice poured forth like a floodgate bursting open, spreading out like scalding tar breaking through the rotten embankment of the heart, overwhelming everyone's faltering defenses, rushing down a short distance, crossing the beach, and arriving before me!

But I did not back down.

I don't know what kind of aura Zack possesses that could scare away such a behemoth. Or, as he said, it's the imposing presence left by his brutal beating in the past.

I knew that the monster before me still possessed consciousness, which meant it must have thought and fear. Relying on the remaining portion of my talent from the [Death God] trait, I absorbed all the intense malice around me and, mimicking its inhuman form, released an equally domineering, fierce, tough, and savage aura!

Before these three monsters, even if I imitated the King of Beasts, it wouldn't make a difference, much less make me as poor as Serizawa. But my fierce aura actually managed to repel the menacing monsters!

Because the aura I imitated belongs to the roar that only the top of the food chain possesses—the director's wrath!

[Damn it! Who hired this extra?!]

[How can the film continue if you kill the lead actor right off the bat! Look at this script I've written, three whole pages! Are you just going to waste the investors' money like this?!]

[Security guard, where are the security guards?!]

[No, assistant director!]

[Assistant director, get out here! Can you take responsibility for the film costs, location fees, labor costs, and the fact that a whole bunch of people were working until midnight?!]

"Marcus, calm down! There's no assistant director here!"

Ada Wong saw me gritting my teeth and, while speaking to remind me, observed Agent Grant, who was being held down among the crowd.

The wounded agent, wrapped in bandages, had a mysterious expression on his face. He struggled nimbly and deftly, twisting his joints with ease. He could even disassemble his jawbone with ease, instantly rendering the efforts of others to lock their joints useless!

With his incredible wriggling skills, he managed to squeeze through the crowd first!

In the chaos, one of the agents' pistols accidentally discharged, the flash piercing a man's ear and striking Agent Grant in the calf, knocking him to the ground as he was about to get up.

But this movement was only momentary. Grant, as if he felt no pain, moved his hips to the ground in a snake-like motion and continued to approach the fallen Zach!

As he rubbed against the ground, all the bandages on his body came off, revealing bruises and scabs on his body that looked like the aftermath of torture and whipping, making him look even more like a humanoid python!

"enough."

Ada Wong's voice was icy cold as she swiftly tossed an unidentified object, which rolled right into Grant's winding path.

A chilling "click" sound rang out, and everyone present stopped struggling and stood up, staring at the equally frozen assassin, as if the entire scene had been paused.

"If I were you, I wouldn't want to test the power of a pine-fired fragmentation infantry mine."

Kay glared at the killer on the ground, but chose to remain silent and check Zack's injuries first.

After escaping the "Herodian Empire" state, Zak was in a precarious and weakened state. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have given him so much time to recover and slowly walk to this beach.

Tsk tsk, with that cut, the kidney might be gone...

"Tell me, who are you?"

Ada Wong said coldly. Judging from the way she had one hand behind her back, you could tell she was in a bad mood and probably wanted to blow something up to relieve the stress.

The people on the ground did not show any fear after their defeat; instead, they laughed sinisterly.

"We'll all die... Everyone who comes here will die... I'm not in a hurry, what about you..."

Agent E did not fall into the trap of her words and press for details, but instead spoke with a cold face.

"From what you're saying, you know this place is fraught with danger, with a near-certain death rate. But it's a top-secret mission, and none of the personnel involved know about it."

She analyzed, "The missing agents I found along the way were all dead or insane, except for Grant, who was unconscious. At first, I also thought it was a supernatural event. But the obvious torture wounds on the agents' bodies... Damn, I should have thought of that sooner..."

Agent E kicked him in the wound on his thigh, stomping on it with the tip of her high heel until blood flowed freely, without any regard for whether it would detonate a landmine.

"You damned traitor! Only rats from the sewers would use mind control to create assassins! Those agents were all captured by you in the underground ruins, tortured until they went insane or even died!"

A thief? Then that familiar serpentine movement, ventriloquism, and complete lack of pain... the person on the ground is "Stuart"?!

On the spaceship, through my uncanny senses, I did see that shadow hiding deep within Kuroshio Island, but what I didn't expect was that he actually survived the ray bombardment and nuclear explosion! He even changed bodies and infiltrated my side to attack Zack!

Could these dangerous individuals truly possess a secret method of brainwashing and control, capable of transforming anyone into a biological weapon?

"Heh... Unleash your fury... You can't let me suffer even the slightest pain. Prepare to die together in this cursed land..."

Ada Wong gritted her teeth and stopped the torture. Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, she could feel the menacing black shadows writhing and swirling around. She said angrily, "I shouldn't have agreed to that proposal and let you join."

My ears immediately perked up; there was a mole!

Since she agreed to the proposal, it certainly wasn't Ada Wong's idea. My guess is that the most likely culprit is that relentlessly troublemaking family…

There's only one truth! The mole is Spyro Jr.!

I immediately asked, "Was it Sparrow Jr. who suggested it?"

"Stuart" on the ground was still sneering, while Agent E shook his head and said, "The Sparrow family's proposal was to have Sparrow Jr. join the operation as a technical advisor—a decision I still regret to this day."

Just then, a flippant and somewhat annoying voice came from behind.

"It's too late to regret it now."

Little Sparrow had somehow arrived at the beach, leaving deep footprints in the muddy sand. "But I'm confident I can change your mind."

After saying that, he was about to take out the gadget hidden in his pocket in the manner of Doraemon, but I interrupted the spell first!

"Wait a minute, don't change the subject! I want to know whose decision this was first!"

I said angrily, feeling that I was so angry that I needed to find someone to beat up in order to calm down my anger at the failed plan.

Sparrow shook his head, somewhat embarrassed that he couldn't get his hand out. "Are you doubting me? Pshaw, the Contract Thieves provided some useful information in exchange for permission to participate. Besides, how could I possibly know these rats in the gutter... None of that matters, just look at what I made..."

Isn't that Spyro Jr....?

It's unlikely that a young master from an upper-class federal family would have such "friends"—people from all walks of life.