Hunter of Mysterious Creature

Chapter 782 58: Beef Noodle Soup

"Wait, there's someone over there who keeps staring at me!" the Chameleon Head said to his companion.

"What's so strange about that? You're strutting around with such an eye-catching head, isn't it normal for people to look at you?" the companion replied, "Let's not talk about anything else, you need to go with me to the Mysterious Creature Research Institute. Maybe those guys in lab coats can still save you... If you delay any longer, it might really be too late!"

"No, I always feel that person seems to be able to hear our conversation." The Chameleon Head's tone became more urgent.

"So what?" the companion said impatiently, "This is Dragon City, not the mainland!"

"No, no, no... I can't go with you to the Mysterious Creature Research Institute, I have to get out of here, get out immediately!" The Chameleon Head became a bit incoherent, and by that time, Sun Hang was already within ten meters.

At this distance, Sun Hang could sense that the memetic force inside the Chameleon Head was being forcibly suppressed by a power from drugs, but this suppressive force was rapidly weakening... Once the suppression was broken, the memetic force inside it would likely instantly break through the danger threshold.

In other words, this Hunter was very likely to manifest in a bizarre way on the street—transforming into a Dread Corpse or a Mysterious Creature.

A large dose of inhibitors prevented the Hunter's wristband from capturing the changes in his infection process in time... But by the time the wristband alarmed, it would be too late.

Xue Yue's brow furrowed slightly as she saw the various negative emotions on the Hunter increase continually: fear, anxiety, anger, all intertwining and forming a huge shadow looming above his head.

"You're acting strange!" The Chameleon Head's companion instinctively reached for his pocket, but his movement was a beat too slow—just as his hand touched the weapon, that long tongue had already pierced through his throat!

Screams suddenly erupted around them, the crowd began to panic, a middle-aged man dragging a suitcase fell in front of Sun Hang, triggering a series of chain reactions—people around fell like dominoes, and a high-casualty stampede seemed inevitable.

The crowd was so densely packed that those fallen didn't even have room to make defensive actions like covering their heads or curling up, and just as they desperately closed their eyes, a soft web woven from white mycelium cradled their bodies, lifting them into the air.

A large-scale casualty incident would mean that the whole of Dragon City would be on lockdown for some time to come, a situation Sun Hang least wanted to see.

The bystanders in front were pulled into the air by the mycelium web, leaving no obstacles between Sun Hang and the two Hunters.

He clearly saw the Chameleon's tongue retract, and the Hunter with the pierced throat widened his eyes, clutching his bloody neck as he fell heavily to the ground.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault!" the Chameleon Head shouted hysterically, glancing around, his gaze momentarily resting on Sun Hang, before he dashed madly toward the city gates.

Sun Hang didn't move because he could sense at least four or five presences around that had already locked onto this frenzied Hunter.

The Chameleon Head hadn't run ten steps before a sudden gunshot echoed down the street, and his massive head instantly exploded, splattering various colored filth and chunks of flesh everywhere.

Four drones arrived in an instant, hovering at the four corners of the scene, a yellow and black holographic quarantine tape encircled a square of about twenty meters.

A helicopter flew over from the direction of the city walls, stopping about five meters above ground, and a group of soldiers in black military uniforms equipped with power exoskeletons disembarked, one of them holding a large-caliber sniper rifle, obviously the gunman who had just killed the Chameleon Head.

"Target confirmed dead, immediately clean the scene!"

"Bring the medical team over, quickly rescue the injured! Move the severely wounded onto the helicopter!"

"Where's the Sheriff? Which precinct is responsible for this street? Have them send people over to maintain order!"

"Gather all who came in contact with the infected's bodily tissues and take them to the hospital for examination..." A person who looked like an officer issued a series of orders, then turned to reprimand the sniper following him, "I told you not to use explosive rounds, not to use explosive rounds, now there's flesh and blood everywhere... It'll take extra time to clean this up, and if a few infected show up in the crowd by accident, that would be a huge hassle!"

"But, without explosive rounds, if the target wasn't killed on the spot, it could have led to greater casualties..." the sniper said, bowing his head, somewhat aggrieved.

"You brat... Alright, alright, you're right! Stay here later and work overtime with the cleanup team! Don't return to the squad until every tile's gap is free of blood! Understand?"

"Yes!"

Sun Hang glanced at the group of medics who rushed to the severely wounded Hunter's side to begin rescue, shook his head helplessly, and walked straight past the holographic quarantine tape.

The moment he crossed the holographic quarantine tape, the drone above began emitting a beeping alarm sound—although the alarm sound lasted less than half a second before stopping, as if the loudspeaker had suddenly malfunctioned.