booktalesy Chapter 245 Internal Strife in the US
Chapter 245 Internal Strife in the US
The banquet hall was turned into a slaughterhouse.
General Sterling, protected by several special forces soldiers, rushed out of the banquet hall.
"Close the door! Close the door now!" General Ster roared.
The soldiers did not hesitate and quickly closed the door.
Just as the door was about to close, a fist-sized lump of black sludge squeezed out through the gap in the carpet.
pat.
A special forces soldier reacted quickly, stomping the black mud flat with one foot.
However, the imagined death did not occur. Instead, the black mud quickly climbed up the edge of his military boots and crawled directly into his trouser leg.
The special forces soldier froze.
"What's wrong?" asked the comrade next to him.
"It's nothing." The special forces soldier turned around, his voice calm. "I just twisted my ankle."
General Sterling stared intently at the closed door, completely oblivious to his men's unusual behavior.
Meanwhile, outside the door, dozens of high-ranking military and political officials who had escaped through other passages had gathered.
Everyone looked disheveled and terrified.
"Seal off all exits! Cut off the ventilation system!!"
General Stir pushed aside the approaching adjutant, loudly issued the order, and then left without hesitation.
The group followed and arrived at a safe room.
"What exactly happened? Wasn't that monster blown to pieces?!"
Only then did a senator, who had recovered from his shock, raise a question.
"Quiet!" General Ster slammed his hand on the table.
He turned to look at the corner.
There was a person squatting there.
And it was none other than Dr. Smith, the director of the research institute.
He was rescued by security personnel from the floor below.
General Sterling walked over and lifted Smith up in one swift motion:
"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation. What exactly are those things!"
Smith was trembling all over, his teeth chattering.
"General...we were all wrong..."
Smith, his face covered in tears and snot, was still immersed in the fear he had just experienced.
Get to the point!
General Sterling, in a fit of rage, drew his pistol and pressed it directly against Smith's forehead.
The cold muzzle of the gun brought Smith back to his senses.
He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse:
"The monster we killed wasn't a carbon-based life form at all..."
No, they are ten thousand times more terrifying than that.
The wreckage we brought back wasn't dead at all. It was just faking death.
"They possess an extremely perfect cellular structure. Conventional physical attacks can only break them apart, but cannot cause any substantial damage."
"What's most terrifying is their feeding method."
Smith spoke faster and faster, his eyes filled with fear.
"They replenish their energy by consuming carbon-based life forms. Once they come into contact with a host, they will forcibly burrow into it."
"They read the host's neural signals, copying the host's memories, personality, and behavioral habits. And then..."
Smith paused for a moment.
"And then what?" General Ster asked sternly.
"Then they will completely replace the host."
Smith looked around at the crowd inside the bunker.
"They can achieve 100% perfect camouflage."
The person being parasitized appears to be normal on the surface.
They will retain their original memories; they will laugh and speak. But their bodies will now house that monster.
Upon hearing this analysis, the room fell into a deathly silence.
In the large room, only heavy breathing echoed.
The senator gaped and backed away repeatedly.
"You...you mean they can turn into us?"
"right."
Smith nodded.
"Although I haven't started the experiment yet, I'm sure I'm right."
They can hide in a crowd and remain unrecognized if they wish.
Upon hearing Smith's words, everyone present instinctively distanced themselves from those around them.
Colleagues who were just supporting each other now look at each other with extreme wariness.
General Ster's hand holding the gun trembled slightly.
He looked at the special forces soldiers who had been following him.
There was indeed one soldier who seemed a bit off, but he didn't pay attention to him at the time.
After hearing Smith's words, he became even more convinced of the possibility and immediately pointed his gun at the special forces soldier.
"You, roll up your trouser legs."
The special forces soldier stared at General Ster in astonishment: "General, are you doubting me?"
"Execute the order!" Admiral Ster released the safety.
The special forces soldiers did not move.
He tilted his head slightly, and a pure black light flashed deep within his azure pupils.
His mouth stretched into an extremely stiff smile.
"No need to roll it up, General."
As soon as he finished speaking, the special forces soldier's chest split open, and several tentacles covered in barbs shot out like lightning, wrapping around General Ster's neck.
boom! boom! boom!
The moment he was entangled by the black tentacles, General Ster instinctively pulled the trigger.
But the bullets had no effect on the special forces soldiers.
The special forces soldier's body quickly melted, turning into a puddle of black mud, which then smeared directly onto General Ster's face along with the tentacles.
"ah--"
General Ster let out a muffled scream.
The black mud frantically seeped into his face.
Upon seeing this, the others inside the bunker went completely insane.
Those with guns started drawing them, while those without ran around aimlessly.
Someone hit General Sterling, and someone else hit his colleague next to him.
"Don't shoot! I'm not a monster!"
"Stay away from me!"
"He just touched me! He must be a monster!"
Suspicion, fear, despair.
This emotion is more destructive than the monster itself.
There was no need for Shoggoth to go through the trouble of slaughtering them; these people started killing each other on their own.
Just a few minutes.
The gunfire stopped.
More than a dozen corpses lay scattered haphazardly in the large room.
The remaining dozens of people stood still.
They exchanged a glance. Deep within each of their pupils surged a pure blackness.
"General Ster" stood up and straightened his disheveled uniform.
He walked to the communications station and connected to the external broadcast.
"This is the highest command center of the Defense Bureau..."
at the same time.
Raccoon City, at Umbrella headquarters.
Lin Fan was wearing slippers and sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.
Holding a bowl of freshly cooked beef noodles, he was slurping it down with relish.
When it comes to cooking noodles, the key is to cook them at the right temperature. The noodles should be chewy, and the beef should be tender.
Lin Fan picked up a piece of beef, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and looked completely satisfied.
"Boss, we've just intercepted a piece of intelligence."
At that moment, Mark rushed in and placed a printed report on the coffee table.
Lin Fan didn't even look up:
"You read it."
Upon hearing this, Mark picked up the report.
"The U.S. Defense Agency building was attacked by an unknown terrorist."
The official statement claimed that the explosion was caused by extremists.
However, according to intelligence from the Dark Night Network, Washington, D.C., has been secretly placed under martial law. Several elite armored units are advancing towards the city. And…”
Mark paused, his tone somewhat strange.
"Moreover, the orders issued by their superiors were contradictory. Some demanded a blockade, while others demanded a troop withdrawal. The internal situation was in complete chaos."