Section 7, The Assassin

The force was truly overwhelming, causing the lieutenant's pupils to constrict sharply as he incredulously watched his hand bend like clay, emitting a crisp cracking sound. He could even feel the ligaments and muscles being stretched to their limits, accompanied by a terrifying "crack" sound, as sharp white bone fragments pierced through the confines of skin and muscle, revealing the dense yellow marrow and the bright red fluid flowing from ruptured blood vessels, exposed to the air like the tip of a knife.

The lymph node area is densely populated with nerves, and the intense pain from a completely new location jolts the dizzy major awake once more. His body convulses violently, instinctively wanting to let out a wail, but is firmly restrained by Zhao Yi's knee pressing against the area just below his throat and shoulder. Although his breathing is not completely obstructed, he is unable to produce a normal or louder scream.

Morris, with bleary eyes, glanced at the major standing to the side ahead, let out a foul-smelling belch, and, clearly dissatisfied, raised his arm to look at his watch, saying: "Twenty-one thirty-seven... You certainly know how to choose your timing. I never expected that those lazybones at the military district staff would actually be on duty outside of the eight-hour workday."

Change is a constant presence everywhere, both new and old. This is not surprising

Suddenly, Zhao Yi set down the corpse of Mo Weisi and strode towards the major, who had fainted from excruciating pain. He quickly stripped off the military uniform that was not stained with blood, and searched the major's waist for a pistol and a dagger, as well as various items such as an identification card, wallet, bullets, and keys. After completing all this, he silently observed the still-unconscious major for a few seconds, reached out to grasp the major's left wrist, lifted the entire arm, and with an incredibly swift sideways motion, drew the dagger to swiftly slice off a piece of flesh the size of a palm from under the major's armpit.

He felt himself being lifted from the table, and the originally tilted figure of Zhao Yi gradually returned to a normal visual angle. Mo Weisi's face was pale, and he exerted his last bit of strength to grasp Zhao Yi's hand, speaking in a voice so weak it was almost a whisper: "Clearly... someone... someone does not want you to live. Your existence poses... a certain threat to them. Go... go to the capital... publicly reveal your identity. This... this is your only... way to survive."

Regarding affection, there is a deep sense of tenderness. Although his parents' bodies, like those of other fallen soldiers, are buried in the deepest part of the base's mining area, Zhao Yi has never felt lonely. He is not alone—despite the absence of "father" and "mother" in language and reality, he possesses a total of five hundred and forty-four "uncles," "aunts," and "relatives".

Isolated from the world, S12 contains a vast amount of human historical information stored within its computers. The surviving veterans and experts, having endured numerous hardships, each possess unique life experiences. They understand that they can never return to the civilized world. As their sole hope, the young Zhao Yi becomes the vessel for them to impart all their knowledge and skills... biological sciences, mechanical operations, electronic analysis, strategy, combat... They know they can never return to the civilized world, and as their only hope, the young Zhao Yi becomes the vessel for them to impart all their knowledge and skills... biological sciences, mechanical operations, electronic analysis, strategy, combat... The survivors affectionately refer to him as "our child." They forcefully cram a wide array of subjects into Zhao Yi's mind through threats, coercion, inducements, and even corporal punishment, imposing, instilling, and one might even say replicating knowledge into his brain. To anyone, it appears to be an unbearable and terrifying torment. They forcefully cram a wide array of subjects into Zhao Yi's mind through threats, coercion, inducements, and even corporal punishment, imposing, instilling, and one might even say replicating knowledge into his brain. To anyone, it appears to be an unbearable and terrifying torment. However, even during the most intense teaching sessions, when subjected to continuous corporal punishment, Zhao Yi shows no signs of complaint.

It is unclear why the two federal officers who entered the interrogation room exuded an unmistakable hostility. Zhao Yi believed that Mowis felt the same way. However, he could not protest against the newcomers or take any concrete action—his current identity was very sensitive, still straddling the line between "legal" and "illegal"

The lieutenant had no time to scream or call for help. The last image lingering in the center of his eyes was Zhao Yi's face, twisted with anger and fury, and a chopstick, which under normal circumstances would never be associated with the term "weapon," was firmly gripped in his hand and thrust violently into his left ear.

He is filled with curiosity about the unknown world outside

Morris's voice grew fainter; it seemed he had not finished speaking, yet he could no longer utter a word. Struggling to maintain his rigid posture, he felt as if his bones had been extracted, collapsing limply in Zhao Yi's embrace

As the warning was issued, Zhao Yi's complexion changed dramatically as he forcefully pushed the table aside and lunged forward with incredible speed. He extended his right hand and tightly gripped the major's throat, while his left hand seized the lower body of his opponent. The intense pressure on the vital area caused the dense nerves concentrated there to suddenly tighten. The excruciating pain and the indescribable sense of blockage seemed to slice through the major's consciousness like a sharp blade, leaving him unprepared. His eyes bulged in shock, and his lips involuntarily expanded into a rapidly widening 'O' shape. The severe pain and the overwhelming sense of obstruction continued to torment him, as if a blade was frantically cutting through his thoughts. Numbness, combined with the intense and seemingly boundless pain, made his entire body tremble. These terrifying negative effects quickly converged into a near-asphyxiating physical barrier, bringing about an incredibly frenzied sensation of pain, yet not enough to cause immediate death. In a state where his throat was being forcefully constricted, he could only emit hollow and meaningless 'huh huh' sounds, as Zhao Yi lifted him overhead and hurled him violently towards the lieutenant waiting on the opposite side of the table.

He stopped chewing

Use ... ... use my identity card ... ... hurry ... ... hurry and leave ... ...

The major's gaze remained fixed on Zhao Yi without any intention of shifting away. His speech was neither hurried nor slow, yet his tone was very cold

Puff—

The major took a few steps forward, standing beside the table cluttered with dishes and cups. From beneath the wide brim of his military cap, a penetrating gaze emerged from the depths of his sunken eyes, fixated intently on Zhao Yi's face. It seemed as though he was comparing it to an image from his memory, or perhaps trying to imprint this young, even somewhat naive face in his mind. This pressure, formed by his elevated position and silence, made Zhao Yi feel quite uncomfortable, instinctively provoking a slight sense of aversion. It seemed as though he was comparing it to an image from his memory, or perhaps trying to imprint this young, even somewhat naive face in his mind. This pressure, formed by his elevated position and silence, made Zhao Yi feel quite uncomfortable, instinctively provoking a slight sense of aversion.

The voice of the major was laced with a palpable sense of dissatisfaction and indifference: "The Ministry of Defense has issued a special order—he must be safely delivered to the designated location within twenty-four hours"

Listen ... ... listen to me. You ... ... quickly, quickly leave this place

The other federal officer who followed the major into the interrogation room was a tall, robust lieutenant. The bulging muscles beneath his uniform indicated that he had invested at least two evolution points in his "physique." He naturally turned around, closed the heavy steel door, and secured it with a titanium bolt that was fifteen centimeters thick. After completing these actions, the lieutenant casually walked to the wall next to the door of the adjacent room, raised his head, and placed his hands behind his back, as if silently waiting for something.

Morris reached out to gently stroke his rough, stubbled chin and asked earnestly

Who sent you here

The lieutenant's eyes bulged outward, and a thin stream of blood slowly oozed from deep within his ear canal. His entire body was forcefully pressed to the ground, convulsing rhythmically with his limbs. A fragile bamboo chopstick pierced through his entire head, with the end protruding from his right ear, covered in thick, white, and viscous brain matter.

Morris collapsed onto the table, his lips slightly parted, emitting weak gasps—two bullets had accurately pierced his lungs and heart. Rather than saying he was still alive, it would be more accurate to describe it as the lingering consciousness of his final moments.

Zhao Yi stood quietly, silently watching the barely breathing Mo Weisi in his arms

During S12, Uncle Larson, the Director of the Information Office, said before his death: "Some people definitely do not wish to see any survivors from the reorganized 81st Division. The most effective way to deal with these guys... is to eliminate them all"

He has not been unfamiliar with death—since his birth, he has participated in every funeral at the S12 underground base, even serving as the host. However, watching someone he knows being killed right before his eyes, this is still the first time for him

The capital is urging very urgently

You are the sole survivor of the reorganized 81st Division

Quick, get away! They have a problem

The major stared wide-eyed at him, his brain tormented by pain, tightening his spirit like an exquisite bowstring. He struggled with all his might, trying to wriggle free from Zhao Yi's iron grip. After a few seconds, he finally gave up this futile effort completely, letting out a hoarse and desperate wail

With two muffled thuds almost simultaneous to Zhao Yi's roar, the major was thrown into the air from his hand, crashing down heavily like a sandbag onto the lieutenant's shoulder. Instinctively, he tilted his body and quickly adjusted the gun's muzzle to aim, but he was overtaken by the agile Zhao Yi, who stepped forward and seized his wrist with his left hand, twisting it forcefully.

He knows that those people mean no harm. The radiation caused by the nuclear explosion spreads throughout the entire base, and they do not know how long they can survive. As the remnants of the entire base and the reorganized 81st Division, they all hope that one day they can leave alive, return to the civilized world, and continue to create the miracles that were originally meant to be brought forth by them

Strictly speaking, Mo Wei does not really count as Zhao Yi's friend. However, as previously mentioned, he is the person with whom Zhao Yi has had the longest discussions since coming into contact with the outside world. ... But ... . ... he died right in front of him

From the discovery of the anomaly to taking action, less than two seconds had elapsed. Zhao Yi's gaze was firmly fixed on the lieutenant behind Mo Weisi. Due to the difference in their positions, the former intelligence officer could only pay attention to the major standing directly opposite him, completely unaware that the lieutenant had drawn a silenced pistol from behind, aimed directly at his back.

The major nodded blandly, raised his right hand, and slowly unbuttoned the flap of the pocket on his left chest. Just as his fingers were about to probe the edge of the pocket, Zhao Yi suddenly noticed—a fleeting glimmer of cold light filled with danger and cruelty passing through the depths of those dark brown eyes.

How is it that he must be taken away now

Regarding "danger," everyone has their own distinct understanding of it

Morris tightened the metal cap of the flat flask and gazed at the somewhat stiff-faced major for a few seconds, saying: "Even as military police, you must act according to the rules—please present your identification and relevant documents"

The right hand reached into Mo Wei's chest pocket and pulled out a magnetic card stained with faint red blood. A subtle sadness slowly appeared on Zhao Yi's sharply defined face, only to be swiftly replaced by an uncontrollable anger.

Zhao Yi did not invest any evolution points in "perception." However, this did not hinder his subtle predictive ability regarding potential threats. This was likely a special mental antenna granted by long-term living underground, shrouded in darkness. During that time, he often lingered at the edges of deep, shadowy passages, searching for gaps that might connect to food storage areas under intense radiation exceeding the maximum index of a Geiger counter. After all, among all the survivors, he was the only one unafraid of energy rays, able to freely enter and exit nuclear radiation environments. During that time, he often lingered at the edges of deep, shadowy passages, searching for gaps that might connect to food storage areas under intense radiation exceeding the maximum index of a Geiger counter. After all, among all the survivors, he was the only one unafraid of energy rays, able to freely enter and exit nuclear radiation environments

"Are you the military police of the theater command? I am quite familiar with those guys, but why... have I never seen you before"

Illegally entering the interrogation room and shooting a intelligence officer ... . ... It is evident that I am their target.

Zhao Yi once longed immensely and fantasized countless times in his dreams about the scene of making contact with it. Many people told him that he should attain honor and become a hero admired by the entire Federation. Of course, while expressing various encouraging words, those who had truly experienced the filth and darkness of the civilized world also warned him more than once—"Those people possess a level of despicableness, cruelty, evil, and indifference that you cannot imagine"

Against the backdrop of his pale facial skin, Zhao Yi's lips appeared increasingly crimson, resembling the cruel and cold nature of a wild carnivorous creature