108: Staring?!

A black mist clung stickily over the abandoned industrial zone.

The three of them walked along the rusted railway tracks.

The sleepers had long since rotted into debris, squelching under their feet.

"This smell... it's too strong."

An Nuonuo was hanging onto Chen Du's arm as usual.

That pair of illicit lethal weapons squeezed against Chen Du's arm without a gap; the sensation was incredible.

The Little loli's face was pale now, her nostrils twitching as if she had smelled some kind of biochemical weapon.

"Captain... it's all bloody... and that smell of armpits that haven't been washed for months..."

"Blegh..."

Lin Keke, walking behind, had originally wanted to strike a cool pose, but she immediately broke down after hearing those descriptions.

"Nuonuo, do you even know how to talk? This is called... this is called the fragrance of hell!"

Chen Du ignored the two jokers.

He had one hand in his pocket, his golden pupils constricting slightly in the darkness.

The surroundings were too quiet.

Aside from the occasional strange cries of Black-Feathered Birds being startled into flight, there was only the dull roar of machinery in the distance.

Thump, thump, thump... "We're here."

Chen Du stopped.

Before them was a meat processing plant, looking like the tomb of a giant beast.

The gate was wide open.

Drag marks on the concrete floor were fresh, with dark red bloodstains stretching all the way into the depths of the darkness.

"In."

Chen Du was concise.

The three of them pushed open the tottering chain-link gate.

Creak—

The ear-grating sound of metal friction echoed.

There was a large hole in the roof of the factory building.

A few beams of ghastly white sky-light hit the ground like spotlights, illuminating the dust floating in the air and... a faint blood mist.

The ground was a mess.

Broken iron chains and violently torn iron cages could be seen everywhere.

Although the conveyor belt had stopped, the meat hooks hanging from it were still swaying slightly.

A drop of viscous liquid fell onto Lin Keke's armor.

She reached out to touch it; it was stringy.

"...What the hell is this!" Lin Keke grumbled as she secretly wiped it off on the Little loli's maid dress.

"Stop messing around." Chen Du suddenly reached out and pressed down on their shoulders.

"Look over there."

Following Chen Du's gaze.

Deep inside the factory, there was a [Fine Processing Workshop].

Inside was a huge fenced area welded shut with thick steel bars.

It was a dense, dark mass.

At least a hundred oversized pigs were huddled together.

Their bodies were pitch black, and their fur was as coarse as steel needles.

Their limbs were all tightly shackled to the railings with iron chains as thick as thumbs.

Most bizarre of all—

They weren't sleeping, nor were they eating.

Hundreds of pairs of crimson eyes, all at once.

Without any disorder, like a strictly trained guard of honor, they stared intently at the three intruders who had walked in.

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

The cries converged.

They didn't sound like pigs squealing, but rather like a group of people chanting in low voices.

"Oh my god!"

An Nuonuo's hair stood on end, and the ahoge on top of her head snapped to attention.

She buried her face in Chen Du's chest, not daring to look at all: "They, they're looking at us! All of them are looking at us! That look in their eyes isn't right!"

The feeling of being watched by hundreds of beasts was more sanity-draining than an actual fight.

Lin Keke also swallowed hard, her drying pole trembling.

"The... the discipline of these pigs is stronger than our freshman military training formation..."

"Shh!"

Chen Du narrowed his eyes, becoming interested.

He tried taking two steps to the left.

Swish!

Hundreds of pairs of red eyes turned to the left in unison.

He took two steps to the right.

The eyeballs all snapped back in unison.

Dead silence throughout.

"Interesting."

Chen Du chuckled, a wisp of dark shadow swimming in the air at his fingertips.

"It seems the pigs here know the rules better than people do."

Just then.

An Nuonuo suddenly looked up, her little nose twitching.

"Captain! Over there!"

She pointed toward the Freezing Workshop to the west.

"The airflow is disrupted! There are living people! And... such violent energy fluctuations!"

"And... there's a very, very fragrant smell of meat!"

Before she could finish.

A burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps exploded from that direction.

"Run! Run quickly!!"

"Don't look back!!"

Boom!

A large hole was suddenly smashed through the corrugated iron wall on the west side.

Dust rose everywhere.

Seven or eight blood-covered survivors came scrambling out.

Their clothes had long since been torn into rags, though one could vaguely tell they might have been white-collar workers or salespeople before the crossing.

These people had one thing in common at this moment—

Everyone was clutching something in their arms.

Frozen-solid steaks, vacuum-packed lamb legs, and cans of luncheon meat.

Even though they ran until their shoes fell off, they didn't let go of the meat in their arms.

Roar—!!

Immediately after.

Several even larger figures smashed through the shelves and charged out from the dust!

Those were four monsters, each at least two meters tall!

All of them had hideous wild boar heads!

Bristles stood up on their thick necks, and two yellowish tusks curved outward, with fresh meat fibers hanging from them.

They wore coarse cloth work clothes covered in blood and grime, and held rusty cleavers and steel rods in their hands.

Pig-headed Man!

This appearance was simply the manifestation of monsters from a nightmare.

A leading Boar-Headed Man swung an iron rod.

The air was torn apart, making a sharp sonic boom.

Bang!

A hole the size of a washbasin was smashed directly into the ground!

Fragments of stone flew everywhere!

"Ah!"

The Flat-top Haircut running at the very back let out a scream.

He had a Flesh Regeneration talent.

Just now, to protect the box of luncheon meat in his arms, his right arm had been cut off.

Now, new buds of flesh had grown halfway back.

They were pink and still wriggling, looking painful.

"Quick! Give me a hand!"

He desperately reached out his left hand.

But the teammates in front didn't even look back, running faster than dogs!

A vivid demonstration of "better you die than me."

Bang!

The next strike landed squarely on his back.

The Flat-top Haircut spat out a mouthful of blood, and the cans of luncheon meat scattered all over the ground.

Another man with a crew cut saw this and gritted his teeth, turning around.

"Damn it! Let's do this!"

Both of his hands rapidly swelled, turning into two giant crab claws.

Pincer Limbs ability!

Clang!

The crab claws blocked the cleaver swung down by the Boar-Headed Man, sparks flying.

"Go quickly! I can't hold... Holy crap!"

Before he could finish.

That Boar-Headed Man possessed incredible brute force, actually suppressing the crab claws with one hand.

Then it raised its size 45 pig trotter and kicked the Crab Claw Man in the lower abdomen.

The Crab Claw Man's eyes almost popped out.

He was sent flying seven or eight meters back, crashing into the railing, twitching in pain.

"Focus fire! Attack its lower body!" the Crew-Cut Man roared.

A woman in OL attire gritted her teeth and fired an arrow!

The arrow carried a faint wind blade and stuck into the Boar-Headed Man's eyelid.

Ting!

It actually made a sound like metal clashing!

The Boar-Headed Man's eyelids were as hard as steel plates, and the arrow snapped immediately.

"Roar?"

The Boar-Headed Man touched its eyelid, showing a hint of mockery.

Next second!

The iron rod swept across!

It directly smashed the OL Woman and her bow to the ground!

"Physical immunity? Or just thick skin?"

Chen Du raised an eyebrow in the shadows, not in a hurry to make a move.

At this moment, the Boar-Headed Man slowly turned around.

Its crimson eyeballs stared at the woman slumped on the ground.

The pressure of death made the woman's legs go weak.

A smell of urine spread.

"It's over... it's all over..."

On the other side.

A man with a small mustache was knocked to the ground by another Boar-Headed Man.

A large patch of skin was scraped off his shoulder, and blood flowed like a river.

"Help... someone save us..."

He was backed into a corner, still clutching the frozen steaks.

But the Boar-Headed Man showed no mercy, raising its large trotter to step on the man's chest.

Chen Du narrowed his eyes.

His gaze didn't stay on him for long, but instead locked onto the Boar-Headed Man's movements.

"Strength S-rank, speed maybe B, IQ... looks like it's not very bright."

He calmly gave an assessment.

His fingers moved slightly.

The shadows on the ground lunged out like venomous snakes!

But not to save the person.

Instead, they wrapped around the boxes of frozen steaks that had flown out from the man's arms, silently pulling them back into the darkness.

"Men die for wealth, birds die for food."

Chen Du caught the steaks and tucked them into An Nuonuo's arms, "Hold them tight, this is a meeting gift they traded their lives for."

As for that man?

Crack!

His ribcage shattered, instantly turning into fresh meat paste.

The several pigs closest to him suddenly became agitated.

They stuck out their long tongues, greedily licking the blood splattered on the railings.

Gurgle... gurgle...

This time, Chen Du heard it clearly.

That wasn't a pig squealing at all.

The sounds coming from the throats of hundreds of pigs converged, repeating the same phrase:

"Extra meal... extra meal... extra meal..."

An Nuonuo was so scared she almost dropped the steaks in her arms.

"Cap... Captain, they're talking?!"