[Ding!
Target destroyed: Mutated Hound.
Rewards: 20 Points.] [Ding!
Target destroyed: Mutated Hound.
Rewards: 20 Points.] [Ding!
Target destroyed: Mutated Hound.
Rewards: 20 Points.] As the last mutated hound collapsed onto the steel floor, a stream of mechanical chimes echoed in Chu Feng’s mind.
Mutated hounds were significantly faster and more lethal than ordinary zombies, and the system reflected that difficulty—each kill yielded 20 points, double the base reward.
In just a few minutes, Chu Feng’s point total jumped from 130 to 270.
He quickly noticed a detail: eight hounds had entered the security room, but he had only received credit for seven.
I didn’t get points for the first hound Alice shot on her own, Chu Feng realized.
The system only awards points if I directly kill the target or assist using magnetic control.
Since Alice fired the shots while he manipulated the trajectories, the system logged those kills as assisted homicides.
Understanding this rule would make point-farming much easier moving forward.
“Did you see that?” Alice looked down at her smoking Beretta, a mix of disbelief and adrenaline in her voice.
“Every single shot…
right between the eyes.” She stared at her hands, clearly astonished by her sudden marksmanship.
She had aimed for center mass on a few of those beasts, yet the rounds had inexplicably drawn toward their skulls.
“Your shooting is…
definitely something else,” Chu Feng said, giving her a thumbs-up while holding back a smirk.
His Tier 1 magnetic manipulation was his ultimate trump card in the Hive.
As long as she attributed the impossible trick shots to her own tactical instincts, his secret remained safe.
“We can’t stay here,” Chu Feng said, looking toward the shattered window.
“The gunshots will draw more of them.” Alice tossed the empty sidearm aside and stepped over to help him up.
Chu Feng draped his arm around her shoulder, resting a portion of his weight on her as they stepped out into the dark corridor.
They took a few steps before Alice suddenly stopped in her tracks.
“What’s wrong?” Chu Feng asked, turning to look at her.
Alice narrowed her eyes, her gaze dropping to his feet.
“Your back was supposed to be severely injured from the explosion.” “It was,” Chu Feng replied casually.
“You were right on top of me when we hit the steel frame.
My spine took the full impact.” Alice’s expression hardened.
Before Chu Feng could react, her operative instincts kicked in.
She grabbed his arm, pivoted, and threw him over her shoulder.
Thud!
Chu Feng hit the floor, letting out a sharp gasp.
“What the hell are you doing?!
Are you trying to kill me?” “Look at you,” Alice said coldly, watching him push himself up effortlessly.
“You took a direct throw, hit the deck, and stood right back up without wincing.
You were never injured.” She felt a surge of irritation.
In a high-threat zone, she had genuinely tried to support a wounded survivor, only for him to maneuver against a chair, fend off a pack of hounds, and move with zero physical impairment.
To her, it looked like he had been faking his injury the entire time just to lean on her.
“Wait, hold on…” Chu Feng paused, twisting his torso side to side.
He bent down, touched his toes, and took a few quick steps before hopping in place.
The severe bruising and back pain from the blast were completely gone.
The Magneto gene…
Chu Feng realized.
It doesn’t just grant magnetic control; it enhances baseline cellular regeneration.
“I swear I’m not lying to you,” Chu Feng said, jogging a few paces to catch up with her as she marched down the hall.
“It hurt like hell ten minutes ago!
I didn’t know it would heal this fast!” Alice ignored him, speeding up her pace.
Who recovers from a blunt force spine injury in ten minutes?
She concluded he was simply a smooth talker making up excuses.
Seeing that explanations were useless without exposing his mutant genetics, Chu Feng fell silent.
They pushed forward into the facility’s administrative sector.
The office was in complete disarray.
Desks were overturned, documents were scattered across the floor, and bloodstains smeared the walls—clear signs of the mass panic that had ensued when the T-Virus leaked.
“Lisa…?” A man’s hushed, confused voice drifted from an inner cubicle block ahead.
Roar!
A guttural snarl broke the silence, followed by the heavy crash of an overturned filing cabinet and frantic scrambling.
Chu Feng and Alice exchanged a quick glance.
“Matt,” Alice whispered, recognizing the voice instantly.
Without hesitation, Alice reached onto a nearby desk, scooped up a heavy crystal cube paperweight, and charged around the corner into the dark office.