booktalesy Chapter 237 I Want to Die Again
Chapter 237 I Want to Die Again
Umbrella Headquarters Plaza.
The crowd was full of people.
Nearly 10,000 survivors have been gathered here.
They were ragged and their faces were haggard. Some were weeping softly, while others stared blankly at their surroundings.
The area was cordoned off.
Fully armed members of the Dark Night stood on high ground, guns pointed downwards, maintaining order.
On the high platform in the very center of the square, Mark stood shirtless, revealing his exaggeratedly muscular physique.
He stood there like an iron tower, carrying a heavy machine gun in his hand.
Domingo, dressed in a priest's robe and holding a notebook, was giving a brainwashing speech to the crowd below.
"Lost sheep! Do not be afraid! Do not grieve! God has not abandoned you! God has sent His messengers to deliver you from hell!"
Domingo raised his hands, his voice high-pitched.
The crowd below became somewhat agitated.
"Stop talking nonsense! Give us food!"
"We need to get out of here!"
Several burly men with a lot of guts started a commotion in the crowd.
Mark snorted coldly. He picked up the heavy machine gun with one hand and pulled the trigger directly into the sky.
Deafening gunshots echoed across the square.
Flames spewed out.
The commotion vanished instantly. Everyone shrank back in fear, too afraid to utter another sound.
"Shut up, all of you!"
Mark roared, his voice booming, "Anyone who utters another word, I'll twist their head off and use it as a football!"
Just then, a team dressed in black training uniforms appeared.
Lin Fan and Lin Jianguo walked over, escorted by a group of night security personnel.
Upon seeing Lin Fan appear, Mark and Domingo immediately dropped their fierce expressions and bowed their heads respectfully.
"Boss."
Lin Fan waved his hand and walked straight up to the platform.
He didn't take a microphone, nor did he give any lengthy speech. He simply stood there, his gaze calmly sweeping over the more than 20,000 people below.
The moment Lin Fan's gaze swept across the crowd, his intuition was automatically triggered.
A sense of unseen connection arose in my heart.
Among the crowd, dozens of people emanated faint energy fluctuations. These fluctuations shared the same origin as the aura emanating from Mark.
Lin Fan raised his hand and pointed to a blond-haired youth on the left side of the crowd.
"You. Come out."
The blond-haired youth paused for a moment, looked around, and pointed to his own nose: "Me?"
"Yes, it's you." Lin Fan waved. "Come on up."
The blond-haired youth cautiously stepped out of the crowd and slowly made his way up to the platform. He kept his head down, not daring to look at Lin Fan.
"What's your name?" Lin Fan asked.
"Jack... Jack."
Lin Fan nodded. Without any warning, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked Jack in the chest.
That kick was extremely powerful; if it were an ordinary person, several ribs would break on the spot, and the person would be sent flying.
boom!
A muffled thud.
Jack simply took two steps back. He instinctively clutched his chest, a bewildered expression on his face.
"No...it doesn't hurt?" Jack was stunned.
The survivors in the audience were also stunned.
Lin Fan pulled his leg back and patted the dust off his trouser leg.
"Not bad. Their ability to withstand blows is up to standard." Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the crowd again.
"Hey, you fat guy in the red shirt, come out here."
"Hey you, the one with glasses, come out here."
"And you, you bald guy hiding in the back, come out."
Lin Fan called out dozens of people in one go.
Without exception, all of these people were taken to the high platform by members of the Dark Night faction.
After Lin Fan's simple tests, these people had indeed mutated. Some had extraordinary strength, some had extremely fast speed, and some had skin that had become as tough as leather.
Lin Fan looked at the dozens of "supermen" standing in front of him and snapped his fingers.
"From today onwards, you will be my personal guard. Code name: Dawn."
The more than 20,000 people watching this scene were filled with envy and jealousy. In this environment, being able to latch onto a powerful patron meant a guarantee of survival.
"Boss," Mark leaned closer to Lin Fan and whispered, "what do we do with the rest of them? They consume a lot of food every day."
Lin Fan glanced at the crowd below.
"Young and able-bodied men were incorporated into the outer labor camps to build fortifications and clear ruins."
The elderly, the infirm, and the disabled are managed in a centralized manner, given the minimum food rations, and allowed to do some manual labor within their capabilities. Lin Fan's tone was calm, without any emotional fluctuation.
In this world, those who are worthless are wasting even their breath. He's not a philanthropist.
"Understood." Mark nodded.
Lin Fan turned around, preparing to leave the platform.
Just as he turned around...
hum-
Deep within Lin Fan's mind, the mysterious tombstone representing his talent suddenly trembled violently.
It wasn't a slight shaking.
Instead, it trembled violently.
An extremely cold, violent, and destructive mental fluctuation crossed the vast distance and directly crashed into Lin Fan's sea of consciousness.
Lin Fan abruptly stopped in his tracks. His face turned deathly pale instantly.
"Young Master Lin?" Night Owl sensed something was wrong and quickly stepped forward to support Lin Fan.
Lin Fan shoved Night Owl aside. He turned his head sharply, looking in the direction of Las Vegas with some surprise.
He vaguely sensed that the thing... seemed to be awakening.
……
Nuclear explosion center.
Around the huge pit, the yellow sand had long been melted by the high temperature and solidified into smooth, glassy crystals.
Several military drones hovered high in the sky. Cameras were locked on the huge black sphere at the bottom of the pit.
Inside the Pentagon's command center, the top executives were already exhausted, their eyes bloodshot.
Ten hours have passed since the nuclear explosion.
The protests outside are growing louder and louder.
The iron fence surrounding the White House has been torn down, and Secret Service agents even used tear gas and rubber bullets to barely hold back the frenzied crowd.
The president, hiding in an underground bunker, would call every ten minutes to rant and rave.
"Sir!" the radar operator suddenly shouted, his voice sharp and distorted.
The bureau chief jumped up from his chair: "What's wrong?!"
"Radiation levels...radiation levels are decreasing!"
The operator stared at the data jumping wildly on the screen.
"No, it's not descending. It's being absorbed! That thing at the bottom of the pit is frantically absorbing the surrounding nuclear radiation!"
As if confirming the operator's words, the large screen displayed this.
The previously silent black sphere suddenly lit up with dark red lines.
The patterns, like blood vessels, spread across the entire sphere and began to flash rhythmically.
One breath in. One inhale.
Like a giant heart beating.
Click.
A very faint cracking sound was transmitted back to the command center via the drone's audio equipment.
Under the horrified gazes of everyone.
A crack appeared in the black scales at the top of the sphere.
A black claw covered in sharp spikes emerged from the gap and grabbed the edge of the scales.
Followed by.
stab-
A teeth-grinding tearing sound rang out. The entire sphere was ripped in two from the inside by that sharp claw.
The humanoid monster, which was a hundred meters tall, stood up again.
But this time, it's different.
Its four tentacles disappeared, replaced by a pair of enormous, sky-covering black fleshy wings.
The deep black hole on its face also changed. A ring of dense, jagged fangs grew from the edge of the black hole.
"roar--"
The monster raised its head and let out a deafening roar.
Visible sound waves and air currents spread wildly outwards from it.
Several drones hovering in the sky suddenly lost control, spinning and crashing into the deep pit, turning into a fireball.
All the screens in the command center simultaneously turned into blinding static.
"It has evolved..."
The military representative slumped into a chair, his eyes vacant.
A monster that could run a hundred meters on the ground had already forced them to use nuclear weapons. Now, not only did it not die in the nuclear explosion, it has evolved even further…
This is... Heaven is going to destroy the US!
……
Raccoon City. Umbrella Square.
Lin Fan clutched his head tightly, veins bulging on his forehead.
The vibrations of the talent tombstone in his mind grew more and more intense, almost tearing his sea of consciousness apart.
"Boss! What's wrong with you!" Mark exclaimed in alarm and rushed over.
Lin Jianguo shoved Mark aside and grabbed Lin Fan's shoulder with one hand: "Son, you smashed it?"
Lin Fan was panting heavily.
A full half minute passed before the tremors of the tombstone gradually subsided. The chilling, violent mental fluctuations also subsided.
Lin Fan straightened up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"I'm fine." Lin Fan waved his hand, his voice a little hoarse.
"What just happened?" Lin Jianguo asked, frowning.
"That monster might have already woken up," Lin Fan said after a moment's pause.
Upon hearing this, Lin Jianguo and Ye Xiao's expressions changed simultaneously.
"He woke up so quickly?" Lin Jianguo gasped.
Lin Fan didn't speak, but carefully recalled the different things he felt when his head was throbbing.
Just now, in the instant the monster awoke, he keenly sensed that he inexplicably resonated with that group of tombstones.
Although very faint, it does exist.
spore.
Black fog.
There is definitely some deep connection between these things.
"Dad," Lin Fan suddenly said.
"Um?"
"I want to find a place to die again."
"Huh??" Lin Jianguo was taken aback. "No, son, you are now..."
Lin Jianguo wanted to persuade him, but before he could finish speaking, Lin Fan interrupted him.
"I just sensed a connection between myself and that monster. If I want to find out more about it, I need to find a way to enter that space..." Lin Fan spoke very quickly, leaving no room for argument.
Hearing his son say this, Lin Jianguo didn't say anything more.
"What do you need me to do?"