Kill them in Cyberman!

Why didn't Albert do it himself?

Actually, Albert just wanted to train the little guy's abilities. For Anya, this was a training of mental perception, which would help to improve the use of mental power, specifically by increasing the scope of mind reading.

Of course, normally, it would be very dangerous for a young psychic like Anya to do such a thing, and she would be very likely to suffer from mental pollution, so if she wanted to imitate it, she would need to think carefully.

Since Anya's immature perception was often a little fuzzy, the three of them took a much longer detour than Pochi and Jeanne who had a map.

According to the map that Joan of Arc got, the underground laboratory was constructed in the shape of three rings nested within one another, and the interior and junctions of each large ring were connected by corridors that extended in all directions.

The staff area is on the outermost layer of the ring and is the largest layer. Due to the long hours of closed work, it is equipped with various living areas. Then there is the second ring composed of multiple areas, namely the medical area and the warehouse area, while the experimental area is in the center of the ring.

Because of the detour, Albert and the other two were located in the warehouse area. Perhaps due to the functional direction, the emergency lights here were not all on. Only sporadic dim lights were flashing continuously.

Compared to the densely packed small corridors in the employee area, the space here is divided into large blocks, with different types of goods stored in different warehouses.

"Mother Joel, is that a dead body?"

Anya pointed innocently at the mummy lying in the corner of a shelf.

"Well, children should not watch these unhealthy things."

Joel quickly moved the light away from the corpse.

"Wait a minute, Joel, this is the first dead body we have encountered along the way."

Albert pointed out the problem. In this huge laboratory, he hadn't seen even a bug since he entered, let alone a human corpse.

"If an emergency occurred in a large facility like this, there would probably be many casualties, right? Why did we only find this one body?"

"Mr. Albert, this... is indeed suspicious."

As a professional killer, Joel naturally understood that it was impossible for no one to die in that situation, not to mention that according to reports at the time, hundreds of people were killed or injured at the music festival alone.

“Could it have been cleaned up afterwards?”

Joel felt that his idea was a little unreliable. If the cleaning was really to the extent of digging three feet into the ground, how could they let go of such an obvious corpse?

"Could it be..."

"Let's take a look first and then talk."

Joel turned the light back on the body.

"Ania wants to see it too!"

"Children are not allowed to watch this."

Joel lifted Anya up in the Anse waist drum posture to prevent the corpse from causing harm to the child's young mind.

Anya was puffed up, and her already round face looked even more like a balloon.

In response, Albert smiled and said nothing. He did not like to interfere with the interaction between the mother and daughter.

Taking the searchlight from Joel, Albert came to the body and observed it carefully.

This is a rare mummy with dry and shriveled skin and no obvious signs of decay. The cause of death was a wound on the wrist.

From the perspective of human vision, this corpse may not look like anything, but it cannot be considered a human being.

A strand of hair grew out from the ear and quickly grew longer through cell proliferation until it pierced into the dry skin, which meant that Albert had come into contact with the corpse.

Through contact, Albert could sense some interesting marks on the body, some traces left by psychic radiation.

This corpse looks like a normal suicide, but the person was in a state of mental collapse before his death, and it was a completely irresistible collapse caused by some external factors. For humans, this process of mental disintegration is extremely painful, similar to being torn into pieces, and the person will not die until it is completely torn into pieces.

“Very interesting…”

The hair that touched the corpse broke automatically, and Albert stood up immediately.

"Let's keep going. It's a waste of time to continue here."

"Little Anya, show us the way."

"Humph, Anya wants to see something exciting. Brother Albert and mom are bullying!"

Anya walked with a puffed face, as if looking at someone saying, "I'm angry, please comfort me."

"Ania, stop being so mad. I'll go home and make you omelette rice, okay?"

"Humph, Anya wants more peanut butter biscuits!"

In this strange place, the three of them really came here for dinner and a walk as Albert said. The relaxed and happy atmosphere did not take the potential danger seriously at all.

After the three of them walked away for a distance, the hair that was still pierced into the skin of the mummy suddenly began to wriggle, and drilled into the corpse like a living worm.

Then, starting from the skin of the arm where it had penetrated, a cluster of golden substance began to wriggle and spread inside the skin, soon covering the entire body of the mummy.

Then, strands of golden hair-like substance emerged from various holes in the mummy's body. As the golden substance squirmed, the mummy's muscle tissue also moved like a melting sponge.

"Pala, dangdangdang..."

The mummy staggered to its feet and purposefully knocked the expired cans and moldy bagged foods on the shelves to the ground. Some of the severely rusted cans were even broken open, with lumps of rotten food spilling out of them.

Seeing the "food" emitting a strange smell, the mummy buried its head in it, and the golden substance immediately flowed out from the holes, penetrated into it, and was absorbed.

……

"Damn it, what's going on? Those people are simply crazy!"

With sweat all over his forehead, Oren was running aimlessly in the long and narrow passage, trying to avoid his former subordinates.

That's right, Oren couldn't believe that those trusted agents who were so loyal to him actually betrayed him.

But it doesn't seem like betrayal, it's like he's been influenced by something and gone crazy...

At first, some people were just nervous, and then some people said they heard some kind of whispering...

The situation escalated step by step until it became impossible for him, the master, to stop it. The agents began to attack each other, the madmen attacked indiscriminately, and the normal people covered his escape. In the extensive passages of the underground laboratory, a huge melee broke out.

As for Oren himself, he was lucky enough to escape under the cover of his normally loyal subordinates, but unfortunately, he got separated from his subordinates during the escape because he was too focused.

Chapter 111 The Recipient

Lights flickered in the dim underground laboratory, the air was filled with dust, and the smell of corruption permeated the space.

It would be a waste of resources if a monster didn't appear in such a scene.

But there really were no monsters in the underground laboratory of Development Park No. 4, so, in order to block other competitors and for fun (mainly), Albert created a monster himself.

Grantor.

As the name suggests, it is a monster that was multiplied by Albert implanting his hair, which has the same infinite growth ability as Tomie, into the dried corpse.

Of course, Albert would not have the same drawback as Tomie of being unable to control the products of proliferation. When it comes to abilities, he always takes the essence and discards the dross.

Therefore, the Granter will only act according to Albert's will, constantly absorbing biomass to grow and attack and devour Albert's competitors.

……

Let’s look back at the situation of Jeanne and Pochi at this time.

Pochi was in a state of fear due to the special psychic radiation. Whether it was because of her kindness or weakness, she did not shoot at the illusionary Jeanne in front of her, but chose to flee in the opposite direction.

"Pochi-chan!"

Seeing Pochi running out with a look of horror on his face, Joan of Arc was a little at a loss. After all, all this happened too suddenly and without any warning.

However, with Jeanne's skills, she definitely couldn't let Pochi run away like this. She immediately wanted to catch Pochi and take a good look at what happened to him. After all, she could be nervous once, but these consecutive occurrences must be...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sudden sound of gunfire reached Jeanne's ears, and she immediately made a dodgy move.

Quickly go around the corner and hide behind the wall.

"?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

It turned out to be a group of people who looked like fully armed soldiers. They rushed out from the passage on the other side frantically and rushed towards her. It seemed like they had a purposeful action and directly blocked the passage between Joan of Arc and Pochi.

"not good!"

Watching Pochi running farther and farther, Joan of Arc frowned and drew her dagger from her waist. The passages here were interconnected, and once Pochi went far away, even she had no confidence that she could find him in a short time.

With incredible speed and agility, Joan of Arc quickly jumped out from the corner of the wall and killed the madman who was blocking her with a sword.

"Crack!"

The dagger looked simple, but it was actually extremely sharp, and it easily tore apart the armor and protective implants worn by the madman.

A sword pierced one man's heart, and Joan of Arc immediately drew her sword and wanted to chop off the other man's head.

"what?!"

But the next moment, Joan of Arc found that she could not pull out the sword neatly, because the madman who should be dying was violently grabbing the blade with his two bloody hands.

This kind of fearless spirit is even more desperate than that of a dead soldier. It can only be accomplished when the spirit is extremely excited. Otherwise, it is impossible to overcome human instinct.

Such behavior seemed to be premeditated and appeared in multiple lunatics. They seemed extremely crazy, but it was as if someone was controlling them from behind. They cooperated with each other tacitly and would launch attacks fearlessly as long as there was any chance. In short, they were so violent that they did not seem like humans at all.

As the saying goes, the best defense is offense, and this was fully reflected in this group of lunatics. Their reckless fighting style made it impossible for Joan of Arc to end their lives with simple physical skills.

“May God grant you peace…”

Joan of Arc knew that she could not be dragged here any longer by this group of nonsense.

She concentrated and whispered while dodging, and a dazzling golden light condensed in her non-sword-holding hand, which then slammed into the ground!

……

"Hey! Hey! Where are you? Come find me!"

The fat Oren leaned against the wall with a nervous look, glancing at the corridor behind him from time to time, as if he was avoiding something terrible.

At the same time, Oren was constantly trying to contact the agents who were separated from him through the communicator.

However, it seems that his journey to seek help is not smooth. For some reason, the underground laboratory, which should have stopped operating long ago, has a special kind of radiation that interferes with the signal of the communicator, so that Oren can only hear harsh noises.

In this hopeless closed environment, the arrogant Minister of Hermes Science and Technology Intelligence has regretted why he rushed here to die in a fit of rage.

If you want to know Oren's motives, we have to mention our retired old pervert Colen.

When Albert's father was in office, Colen was cautious and all his tricks were done underground, making it difficult for others to catch any flaws or handles.

But as a corporate giant, Koren's ambition will naturally not allow him to live in peace. This old and disrespectful guy is always thinking about going further.

Therefore, he also turned his attention to psychic research, which was in a blocked stage all over the world at that time. Since he was always paying attention to the every move of former president Nietzsche, he naturally knew that the underground experiment conducted by the other party in Development Park No. 4 might be related to psychic research, so he started collecting reports and data about the experiment very early, hoping that he could use them one day.

But unexpectedly, due to some reason, the No. 4 development park experiment failed and the project was closed. However, since Nietzsche still remained fully vigilant about the matter, Colen could only wait for an opportunity for the time being.

By the time Nietzsche passed away and Albert came to power, six years had passed. He had planned to take over the research results of the underground development park No. 4 after seizing power, but he did not expect to be framed by Albert, the person he valued the least, and ended up as a miserable clown.

Afterwards, the information about these matters was naturally inherited by the new minister, Fatty Oren. However, compared to Colen, Oren obviously lacked courage and ambition. He was unsure whether Albert himself knew about the underground laboratory. Perhaps Albert did not take action just to test his loyalty.

Therefore, it was not until the time when Albert went to Japan that Colen dared to start secretly planning and arranging to explore the underground laboratory of Development Park No. 4. But before anything started, Albert came back, and he came back with a craze for psychic research.

Since everything related to psychic powers was at the forefront of public opinion at that time, Oren could only play dead and continue to do nothing.

When Albert caught up with the Illuminati again and his attention was drawn to external enemies, Oren felt that his chance had come again, so he came up with a new round of planning.

The operation itself was somewhat compact, because Oren himself was not sure what the outcome of the battle between Hermes Technologies and the Illuminati would be, so he regarded this matter as his own retreat. No matter who won, as long as he presented the results of the underground laboratory as a gift of loyalty (or a token of surrender), the future would definitely be bright.

He thought everything was a sure thing, but Oren missed one point: did he really have the ability to take out the experimental subjects from the underground laboratory?

Chapter 112: Pochi! Pochi!

For humans, emotions are a magical existence, and changes in them will unconsciously affect human actions and decisions.

When psychic power appears, emotions exist as a driving force. The highs and lows of emotions will cause the energy contained in the human soul to fluctuate, causing this usually untapped power that supports the soul to pour into a realm that does not belong to it, the material realm.

This creates supernatural phenomena, just like the situation that Pochi is facing now.

"Where am I..."

Walking through countless corridors, Pochi saw the same scene that had been repeated countless times.

When Pochi recovered some of her fear, Jeanne had disappeared from her side. Now the lonely girl had to face this eerie underground maze on her own.

In the dark, Pochi seemed to be able to hear some kind of sound. This sound was like the subtle vibration of insect wings, or when you put your ear close to the wall, you could hear the rustling sound coming from next door, and some shouting echoing in the narrow space, but he couldn't hear what it said specifically.

Faced with this situation, Pochi could only hug herself and move forward step by step. She knew that she could not give up and had to try even if the hope was slim.

A small, weak girl who even has difficulty communicating with others, even though fear penetrates into her bones like a biting cold, she still moves forward in her own way.