ebonymovies Chapter 208 Two Blue Erosions... were dealt with by a single trainee prison guard?!
Chapter 208 Two Blue Erosions... were dealt with by a single trainee prison guard?!
"Fire! Fire now!" the prison guard roared at the crowd below, drawing his own service weapon.
His hands were shaking.
It's shaking too much.
He pulled the trigger on the 711 that was charging toward the gate.
"Bang!"
The bullet went way off course, missing 711 but hitting a trainee prison guard who was running towards the gate.
A young boy from Angkor Wat.
The bullet struck his left shoulder, and he screamed as he fell to the ground.
The 711 didn't even slow down.
He rushed to the boy's side and stomped on him hard.
"Snap!"
The sound of skulls shattering echoed throughout the workshop.
Red and white splattered all over the ground.
The interns began to panic and rush toward the gate, driven by the instinct for survival—to leave the slaughterhouse.
But 711 was already standing in front of the door.
He turned around, and the tumor on his back split open, revealing dense, tooth-like black bone spurs inside.
He licked his lips—his tongue was forked, like a snake's tongue.
There was no madness in his eyes, only a cold, predatory greed.
"It's blocked... the door is blocked..."
Despair began to spread among the people.
"Wasiem!" Anna's voice trembled.
Wasim had already raised his gun.
He aimed at the 711 blocking the door, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The bullet struck 711 in the chest.
But just as we saw in the observation window before, the dark blue skin provided extremely strong defense.
The bullet left a shallow dent on the surface, sparked a string of sparks, and bounced away.
711 slowly turned his head.
Those completely black eyes locked onto Wasim.
"Oh no!" Anna exclaimed.
711 began the charge.
He wasn't running; instead, he moved at an astonishing speed using a lizard-like crawling motion on all fours.
The tumor on his back bulged with each movement, and the black bone spurs in the cracks rubbed against each other, making a "crunching" sound.
In the blink of an eye, he had rushed to the four-person group.
The objective is clear: Wasim!
711 raised his right arm, which was unusually thick after the blue corrosion, with bone spurs protruding under the skin.
A punch slammed down, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, aimed straight for Wasim's head.
Wasim tried to dodge, but it was too fast—
Just as the force of the punch touched the hair on his forehead.
A hand wearing a black glove reached out from the side.
[Absolute Hit - Big Cleaver]
"Smack—!!!"
The sound was crisp and clear, even drowning out the roar of the sewing machine.
Lin Feng's slap landed squarely on 711's cheek.
The thorn pattern on the gloves suddenly lit up with a dark red, cold light, and the metal blocks at the joints emitted a powerful, exorcising vibration.
The force of the blow was so great that 711's massive body spun twice before it staggered and crashed into a sewing machine next to it.
"Bang!" The sewing machine table was dented by the impact, and spools of thread and fabric were scattered all over the floor.
711 shook its head and tried to get up.
His left cheek was charred black, his skin was cracked, and a few bloody teeth had fallen out from the corner of his mouth.
Lin Feng gave him no chance to catch his breath.
He stepped forward and struck again with his left hand—
"Smack!!!"
This time it's the right cheek.
711 was thrown half an inch off the ground and fell heavily to the ground.
His right cheek was also charred black, and his entire face was symmetrically sunken, like a mask that had been branded with a hot iron.
He lay on the ground convulsing, making a hissing, gasping sound.
Lin Feng drew his sidearm without expression.
Crouch down, press the muzzle of the gun against the side of 711's exposed neck—a spot not completely covered by blue skin.
"Bang."
The sedative dart penetrated the body.
711's convulsions stopped, and he passed out.
The whole process took less than ten seconds.
The workshop fell silent for a moment.
Only the sewing machine continued its "clattering" sound, and the distant roar of 392—he was chasing another internship group.
The threat of blocking the door has been eliminated, but another Blue Eroder remains.
392 clearly noticed the commotion here.
He stopped his pursuit, turned his slender neck toward Lin Feng, and a hint of... wariness flashed in his all-black eyes?
"The guy blocking the door is down, run!" Someone rushed towards the door.
But 392 moved.
Instead of attacking the fleeing person, he lunged at the nearest trainee prison guard—a girl who was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground.
Slender fingers stabbed into her eyes—
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Wasim and Evelyn fired at the same time.
Two bullets blocked 392's path, forcing him to jump backward.
A middle-aged intern prison guard quickly pulled the girl up and dragged her towards the gate, shouting, "Get out of here!"
With a roar, 392 arched its slender body like a spring and pounced again—this time, its target was Evelyn.
But he made a mistake, because Lin Feng was standing right next to Evelyn.
Just moments before 392's fingers were about to touch Evelyn's neck.
Lin Feng's slap arrived.
[Absolute Hit - Big Cleaver]
This was a strike from below.
"Smack—!!!"
392’s slender neck snapped with a crisp sound, and he was sent flying upwards by the blow.
It first slammed into the ceiling, then fell heavily to the ground with a "bang," crashing onto a sewing machine.
Lin Feng gave him no chance to catch his breath, followed up, and fired another shot into the side of his neck.
"Bang."
392 also stopped struggling.
In the workshop, only the sound of sewing machines and the heavy breathing of the interns remained.
On the high platform, the official prison guard was still giving a rambling report into the walkie-talkie:
"It's...it's resolved. The two Blue Eclipses...were...dealt with by a trainee prison guard?!"
Before he finished speaking, several prison guards and three cleaners dressed in black rushed to the scene.
The regular prison guards quickly took over the situation and directed the still-shaken trainee guards to evacuate in an orderly manner.
The cleaners efficiently divided the tasks: two attendants silently approached the body of the trainee prison guard and began to dispose of it.
The female cleaner in the lead walked straight towards the two Blue Eclipse mutants on the ground...
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As evening fell, the clouds were torn apart by the last streak of dark red, like a bleeding bandage wrapped around the prison walls.
Leng Meng stood before the double wooden door engraved with thorns and scepters.
At this moment, her face showed a barely perceptible, deliberately suppressed "excitement".
After taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.
"Go in." Cyrus Mohn's voice sounded slightly tired, but it was still clear and jarring.
Leng Meng pushed open the door and entered.
The office was brightly lit, and Cyrus Mohn looked somewhat travel-worn after finishing a cross-regional meeting of wardens.
He rubbed his temples with his pale fingers, clearly indicating that the meeting had taken a toll on him.
The macaw named "Talkative" fluttered up from its mother-of-pearl perch and immediately squawked in a shrill voice:
"This ice queen is so cold and aloof, even the boss gets a headache looking at her! Haha!"
Cyrus rolled his eyes at the "talkative" one, then turned his gaze to Leng Meng:
"Deputy Warden Leng, what's going on in District Δ at this hour? What's happening now?"
"No, Warden." Leng Meng strode forward and stood in front of the desk, her voice faster than usual, carrying a hint of restrained excitement.
"I've come to tell you some incredibly good news!"