RPAGF Chapter 58 You call this evolution?
Chapter 58 You call this evolution?
This is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s ultimate secret! Their gene serum is extracted from the remains of ancient creatures in overseas ruins, which is their trump card for mass-producing superhumans! But this boy, after just one glance at his blood, stripped him naked!
Fear instantly overwhelmed reason. The bald, burly man, ignoring the excruciating pain in his right arm, swiftly drew a high-frequency vibrating dagger from his waist and frantically stabbed it towards Lu Yuan's throat, simultaneously roaring at his men, "Fire! Everyone open fire! Kill him! Quickly!"
The dozens of cleaners were already terrified by the bizarre scene before them. Upon hearing the order, they instinctively pulled the triggers—a dense barrage of eerie blue electromagnetic pulse bullets, like a deadly net of fire, rained down on Lu Yuan, tearing through the surrounding air with a piercing shriek.
Just a second before the first bullet was about to hit Lu Yuan's body, he sighed softly, his tone full of impatience, as if complaining about disturbing the peace: "It's too noisy. Qingxue is drying her hair, so she can't hear the TV."
Before he finished speaking, he lightly stomped his right foot.
"Buzz—"
A golden ripple, invisible to the naked eye, spread out from the sole of Lu Yuan's shoe, skimming the ground. The electromagnetic pulse grenades, powerful enough to tear apart armored vehicles, seemed to have struck an invisible barrier upon contact with the golden ripple, halting abruptly in mid-air—all the warheads remained perfectly within three feet of Lu Yuan's body, unable to advance or retreat.
Time seemed to have been paused.
Dozens of scavengers remained in the trigger-pulling position, their faces blank, no more bullets coming out of their guns; the bald, burly man's dagger hovered in mid-air, his pupils filled with despair; even the blood droplets and ice crystals on the ground seemed to freeze in place.
The next second, Lu Yuan snapped his fingers.
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"
The hundreds of dark blue warheads hovering in mid-air instantly changed direction and flew back along their original trajectory at ten times the speed they had come from!
"Puff puff puff—"
The sounds of flesh tearing apart were continuous, without screams or struggles—dozens of scavengers' heads were instantly and precisely blown apart by the bullets they themselves fired. Red and white filth splattered all over the ground, and the headless corpses fell down in unison like wheat being harvested. Blood flowed down the potholes of the asphalt road, only to be frozen into ice by the chill emanating from Lu Yuan.
Two seconds.
In just two seconds, dozens of well-equipped scavengers were wiped out.
In front of the Cloud Peak Manor, only Lu Yuan and the bald, burly man who was so frightened that he didn't even realize his dagger had fallen to the ground remained.
The bald, burly man had only one thought in his mind—run! Run with all your might!
This isn't some high school student who received an ancient cultivation inheritance; this is a god living in a modern city! The intelligence department of the S.H.I.E.L.D. is full of useless idiots; they treated a Tyrannosaurus Rex like a helpless little rabbit!
He desperately tried to tear off his right arm, even if it meant becoming crippled, just to escape back to headquarters and have a chance to survive. But Lu Yuan didn't give him that chance at all.
"Since you're so keen on studying monster genes, I'd like to see how many of these disgusting things you have hidden in your lair." Lu Yuan's fingers curled slightly, directly gripping the bald, muscular man's crown. His tone was calm, yet carried an irresistible pressure.
Soul Searching Technique!
The divine sense of the Mahayana cultivator transformed into countless invisible steel needles, brutally piercing the bald, muscular man's cerebral cortex and forcibly rummaging through all the memories deep within his subconscious—without pity, without mercy, only naked plunder.
The bald, burly man rolled his eyes, and his silver-gray metallic skin rapidly faded, returning to its original flesh color. Then, his body shriveled up as if all the moisture had been drained away. This pain of directly robbing his soul was ten thousand times more agonizing than being torn to pieces, yet he didn't even have the right to scream; he could only watch as his memories were completely wiped out.
Overseas secret islands, deformed humans soaking in petri dishes, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s genetic experiments, the top floor of the Huanyu Building in downtown Jiangnan—and that scarred man sitting in the main seat, playing with a silver letter opener.
All memories are laid bare.
Lu Yuan released his grip, and the bald, muscular man's body slumped to the ground. A gust of wind swept by, and he turned into a pile of grayish-white powder, leaving not even a bone fragment, as if he had never existed.
He turned around and looked at Lin Zhen at the base of the wall—Lin Zhen was already barely breathing, but he still kept his eyes open, staring intently at Lu Yuan, his eyes filled with no fear, only relief.
Lu Yuan walked to his side, squatted down, and placed a finger on Lin Zhen's brow. A stream of extremely pure primordial spiritual energy forcefully surged into Lin Zhen's meridians, repairing his damaged internal organs and broken bones.
"Ugh—" Lin Zhen's eyes rolled back in pain, and he almost fainted, but he could clearly feel his broken ribs coming back together with a "crackling" sound, his punctured lung rapidly healing, and his previously depleted breath gradually returning.
"Stop playing dead." Lu Yuan stood up, dusted off his hands, and spoke in a cold tone, though less murderous. "Get up and clean the floor. If you can still smell blood in half an hour, I'll sweep you and all this dust into the trash can."
Lin Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Lu Yuan's retreating figure with awe in his eyes. He scrambled to his feet and respectfully replied, "Yes, Mr. Lu!"
Lu Yuan did not return to the villa. Instead, he slowly raised his head, his deep gaze piercing through the urban landscape stretching for over ten kilometers, past the densely packed skyscrapers, and directly towards the Huanyu Building in the center of Jiangnan City—there, a group of ignorant ants awaited his annihilation.
……
At the same time, on the top floor of the Huanyu Building, in a fully enclosed conference room.
A futuristic-looking black device suddenly emitted a piercing alarm, its red warning light flashed wildly, and the red line on the screen instantly exceeded its measurement limit, turning into a blinding dead straight line—indicating that the vital signs of all members of Squad One had disappeared.
The scarred man sitting in the main seat suddenly stood up, his hand gripping the sterling silver letter opener so tightly it twisted into a pretzel, his knuckles turning white. His voice was filled with rage and disbelief: "What happened? Why have all the life signals of Squad One disappeared?!"
The white tech officer beside him frantically typed on the keyboard, cold sweat dripping down his forehead and across his high-bridged nose, his voice trembling: "Executive... they didn't disappear... they... they evaporated!"
With trembling hands, he pulled up the last footage transmitted from the miniature tactical camera on the bald, muscular man's body—the image shook violently, and all he could see was a slender index finger zooming in on the screen. Then came the gruesome scene of dozens of scavengers being blown in the head at the same time. Finally, the image froze on the face of an eighteen-year-old boy.
The boy remained calm, his eyes expressionless, as if he hadn't just wiped out dozens of people.
The scarred man stared intently at Lu Yuan on the screen. His gravity control ability went out of control due to the intense emotional fluctuations. The solid wood round table in the conference room cracked with a "crack, crack" sound, and the documents on the table were blown away by an invisible force and scattered all over the floor.
"He's Lu Yuan?" Scarface gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse. "What kind of weapon does he use? He can even instantly kill an A-level tempered superhuman!"
Just as he was about to order the activation of the backup plan and mobilize more superhumans and heavy weapons, Lu Yuan on the screen suddenly looked up.
Those emotionless eyes, through the cold, miniature camera, met the gaze of the scarred man in the conference room—not at the camera, but through the screen, across a distance of more than ten kilometers, staring straight at him as if he were looking at a lamb to the slaughter.
The temperature in the conference room suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees. A biting chill crept up his spine, causing Scarface's heart to skip a beat and all the hairs on his body to stand on end.
Then, Lu Yuan on the screen opened his mouth, but no sound came out. However, the scarred man could clearly see through his lip movements; every word was like an ice pick piercing his heart.
"Borrowing someone else's trash as if it were a treasure, and then daring to show it off in front of the real owner."
"Wash your neck clean, I'll be right there."
"boom--"
The instrument screen couldn't withstand the invisible pressure from afar and instantly exploded into a ball of sparks, scattering them everywhere. The conference room fell into a deathly silence.
Scarface stood frozen in place, cold sweat soaking his back. The twisted letter opener in his hand clattered to the ground—he knew they had messed with the wrong person, someone they couldn't possibly contend with.
At this moment, at the entrance of Cloud Peak Villa, Lu Yuan had already taken a step. His canvas shoes stepped on the frozen blood ice without making a sound, but every step felt like stepping on the heart of Jiangnan City—the Huanyu Building, he had arrived.