“Hey…
J.D., right?
Give me a gun.” Chu Feng watched the dark corridor where Captain Shade and the main team had vanished.
They had been gone too long.
Time was running out.
He deliberately addressed J.D.
instead of Rain.
Rain was a hot-tempered, battle-hardened merc who wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger on a civilian, whereas J.D.
was more reasonable.
J.D.
frowned, adjusting his grip on his rifle.
“Why do you need a weapon?” “Because your captain is about to shut down the Red Queen,” Chu Feng said plainly.
“And when he does, every door in this facility is going to open.
I need a way to protect myself.” “You looking to get shot?” Rain stepped up, her face dark with irritation.
She raised her submachine gun, leveling the muzzle straight at Chu Feng’s chest.
The captain’s orders were explicit: if the survivor kept trying to cause a panic, put him down.
Before anyone could say another word, the overhead lights flickered sharply and died, plunging the chamber into near-total darkness.
Secondary emergency power hummed to life seconds later, bathing the room in a dim, eerie red glow.
Chu Feng didn’t flinch.
He knew the Red Queen had just been forced offline.
Silently focusing his mind, he reached out toward the metal harness on Rain’s tactical vest.
Under the cover of the flickering lights, a subtle magnetic pull slid the heavy combat knife smoothly from her sheath, drawing it into the shadow of his sleeve.
When the red emergency lights stabilized, Chu Feng looked completely calm, his hands resting naturally at his sides.
He wasn’t about to leave his life in the hands of arrogant mercenaries.
“Hmph.
You’d better stay put…” Rain growled, lowering her gun slightly.
Clang!
A sharp metallic metallic scrape echoed from the dark hallway behind them, followed by the hollow sound of an empty tin can rolling across the floor.
Rain’s head snapped toward the noise.
Though she hadn’t noticed her knife missing, her combat instincts immediately put her on high alert.
“I’ll check it out.” Weapon raised, Rain rounded the corner into the dim corridor.
A few yards away, a shadowed figure was slouched against the wall, stumbling forward with awkward, trembling steps.
“J.D., I’ve got a survivor,” Rain called back, relaxing her posture slightly.
She lowered her rifle and took a step toward the woman.
“Hey!
Take it easy, we’re a extraction team.
You look hurt—” The moment Rain reached out, the woman’s head snapped up.
Her eyes were milky white, her face covered in pale, rotted veins.
With a guttural snarl, she lunged forward, snapping her blood-stained jaws straight for Rain’s throat.
“What the—!” Rain reacted instantly, throwing her arm up to block the strike.
The woman’s teeth sank deep into the meat of Rain’s palm.
Rain screamed in pain and fury, slamming the attacker back against the wall.
Despite being a elite operative with exceptional physical strength, Rain found herself struggling to push the frail-looking woman away.
The attacker possessed unnatural, relentless grip strength.
J.D.
rushed around the corner, grabbing the woman by her shoulders and helping Rain throw her off.
“Dammit!
She bit me!” Rain fell back, clutching her bleeding hand, her face twisted in pain.
“The crazy bitch bit off a chunk of my hand!” The woman hit the floor, rolled over, and immediately pushed herself back up, letting out a wet, rattling hiss from her throat.
“Get on the ground!
Drop to the deck, now!” J.D.
barked, aiming his rifle at her chest.
The infected woman ignored the warning entirely, dragging her feet as she shuffled toward him with bared, bloody teeth.
“I’m warning you!
Don’t make me shoot!” Rattle!
She lunged.
J.D.
squeezed the trigger.
Bang!
A heavy round caught the woman in the thigh, ripping through muscle and fabric.
Under normal circumstances, the kinetic force alone would drop an adult man.
But the woman barely faltered.
She kept advancing, her dead eyes locked on J.D.
“What the hell…?” J.D.’s eyes widened.
He squeezed off three more rounds in rapid succession—Bang!
Bang!
Bang!—plastering her abdomen and chest.
Blood sprayed, but the woman didn’t feel pain.
She accelerated, throwing her full weight into a pounce that sent J.D.
tumbling backward onto the steel floor.
Panic seized him as her bloodied jaws snapped inches from his throat.
He used his rifle to hold her back, but his arms were buckling.
Whoosh!
A flash of silver tore through the red emergency light.
Pfft!
A heavy tactical knife crossed the distance like a streak of lightning, burying itself deep into the woman’s forehead, right between her eyes.
Her body instantly went limp.
She collapsed sideways onto J.D., dead.
Gasping for air, J.D.
shoved the corpse off him and scrambled backward, staring in horror at the blade protruding from her skull.
Standing ten meters away, Chu Feng slowly lowered his hand.
In a direct clash against a swarm of zombies, every surviving gun counted.
Saving J.D.
was a calculated move.
Tier 1 Magneto power is cleaner than I thought, Chu Feng noted internally.
Without his magnetic control, throwing a heavy combat knife across a ten-meter room with enough force to breach a human skull would have been impossible for a civilian.
He had thrown the knife casually as a cover, using invisible magnetic force to accelerate and guide the blade through the air with absolute precision.
A crisp chime chimed softly in his mind: [Ding!
Target destroyed: Ordinary Zombie.
Rewards: 10 Points.] System, what are these points used for?
Chu Feng queried mentally.
[Points are utilized to unlock higher Tiers of the Magneto Gene, enhancing domain range, output force, and electromagnetic precision.
Current Maximum: Tier 6.] Tier 1: Minor Metal Manipulation (Precision trajectory correction, kinetic blade acceleration, small-scale telekinesis).
Tier 2: Large-Scale Metal Manipulation (Structural metal deformation, high-mass kinetic control, metal shaping).
— Upgrade Cost: 1,000 Points.
Tier 3: Electromagnetic Spectrum Master (Signal interception, optical camouflage/invisibility, wall penetration, thermal/night vision, temporary magnetization).
Tier 4: Planetary Magnetism & Cellular Core (Planetary forcefields, infinite environmental energy draw, cellular regeneration).
Tier 5: Unified Field Theory (Gravitational manipulation, energy attack immunity, magnetic pole inversion).
Tier 6: Creation Sovereign (Subatomic elemental deconstruction, synthesis, and creation of matter).
1,000 points for Tier 2…
that means I need 99 more zombie kills, Chu Feng calculated.
[Correct.] “Holy shit…” Matt Addison, who was handcuffed near the wall, stared at Chu Feng in sheer shock.
He had watched Chu Feng throw the blade—there was no windup, no standard throwing stance, just a casual flick of the wrist.
Yet the weapon had flown like a sniper round.
Rain looked down at her empty sheath, then up at Chu Feng, her eyes wide.
She was an expert in tactical knife throwing, and she knew the sheer physics required to penetrate a skull at that distance.
Who the hell is this guy?
An Asian special forces operative?
J.D.
picked himself up off the deck, shaking, his face pale as he looked at the dead woman, then back to Chu Feng.
“Jesus Christ…
you…
you just killed her!”