Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 814: Clues

Talikova opened her mouth and looked at Laura who had walked out of the cave in disbelief. The aura on her body was still weak, but it did not have the same aura of death that it had before. The unnatural blush on his face had completely disappeared. His face was still a little pale, but his eyes had already returned to their usual divine colors. Talikova tossed Hubble away and ran over, circling around Laura before hugging her hard.

She almost buried her head in Laura's chest and said, "Great, Laura. Are you really okay?"

"It's fine now." Laura said confidently.

"How did that person cure you? You looked very serious just now." Talikova raised her small face and asked.

"Well …" Laura looked at Alan who walked out and smiled. "It's a secret."

'"I hate secrets the most," Talikova said, revealing her two fangs.

Alan also laughed, and suddenly felt something as he looked forward. A ball of black mist silently surged out, and Belmond emerged from the mist. He first looked at Laura and then revealed a meaningful smile. Then he looked at Alan and shrugged, "Let him run away."

"Who is it?"

"Human." "I only fought him once, but that was enough," he said. "It was a man, under 30 years old. He had flaxen hair, glasses, an ice-cold look, but his hands were hard. He was also good at concealment, and he was fast. I chased after him for dozens of kilometers and got rid of him."

Allen nodded. "This place is sparsely populated. Humans shouldn't be moving in this area. If they appear here, they are basically certain that they are coming for me."

Everyone turned their gazes towards him.

Alan said solemnly, "Because the target he wanted to snipe was supposed to be me."

A hundred kilometers away from the valley where Allen and the others were, there was a small ball of fire flickering in the mountains. A group of stingers let out a choking growl when they saw the flame. Suddenly, as if frightened by something, the stinger dog clenched its tail and quickly climbed down the mountain, quickly disappearing into the night.

A moment later, a man climbed up the high ground. Rice cursed and waved his hand. A piercing dog's head rolled to the side of a bush not far away. "These blind things, if you don't teach me a lesson, you really think I'm a vegetarian."

The group of stingers had been following them for a while, but after tonight, they probably didn't have the courage to continue following them. It was because they already knew that Rice and the others were not delicious prey, but creatures that were even more dangerous than them.

The sound of wind came from the darkness. Rice narrowed his eyes, and a faint shadow quickly approached from his line of sight. Moments later, his aide, Dill, arrived nearby with a sniper rifle on his back. '"Mr. Dill, if I remember correctly, my previous orders should have been to follow, search, and keep an eye on our target. There shouldn't have been any orders to fight, right?" Rice's eyes turned dangerous when he saw the burning marks on Dill's body. "Mr. Dill, if I remember correctly, my previous orders should have been to follow, search, and keep an eye on our target."

"I acted on my own." Dill admitted generously.

Rice looked at Dill with a headache. He was definitely a problem as an adjutant. Moreover, he was the one who brought this trouble on himself. Back then, he had personally brought up this bastard who was indifferent to others and even more indifferent to him from the death row camp. The torture methods that Rice was proud of wouldn't work on Dill at all. After all, no matter how brilliant a method of torture was, it would only work if the target was afraid and fearful.

For someone like Dill, if Les wanted to kill him, he would even stretch his neck out to make it easier for his boss. Les stroked his forehead and said, "You'll probably give me an explanation, dear Mr. Dill?"

"The target was with two Hulma women, and one of them had a positive impression of the target. I made a simple assessment of the emotions and behaviors the target displayed. If I were to make a move on the woman, it would trigger his reaction and I would have a 70 per cent chance of killing him." Dill reported emotionlessly, "But in the real fight, the target's reaction deviated from my expectations, so I screwed up."

'Seventy percent? You can tell us and we'll sneak up. Our lovely Mr. Allen was probably happy riding that Scarlet Ghost Woman. Isn't it better to kill him when he's happy?' Rice shook his head again. "Damn it, why did he get involved with Scarlet Ghost? That's why I hate accidents the most."

"No matter what, I screwed up. According to the rules you set, I must be punished." Dill suddenly flipped his hand and a dagger appeared. Before Rice could agree, the dagger had already stabbed into his chest. He pulled it out and spat out blood arrows that almost splashed onto Rice's body. Dill wanted to stab him again, but Rice's hand had already caught him. He was slightly puzzled, "There are still two more slashes?"

"Forget it, we'll talk about it after the mission ends. I still need your ability now. You cripple yourself first and I'll beat a ghost?" Rice frowned, "Hurry up and stop the bleeding. Then go notify that idiot Donne. Now is not the time to sleep with a woman. Maybe we should set off."

Rice nodded, "We only need forty minutes for a hundred kilometers. However, we can predict that the other party will definitely leave as well."

"It doesn't matter. We'll catch them as long as we hang behind them."

Just as Dill had predicted, when the two teams arrived at the camp where Allen and the others had been resting, the campfire had long since been extinguished. On the other hand, there was still leftover barbecue meat left on the stone barricade, as well as the skeletons of a few stingers beside them. While Dill was searching for traces of Alan, Rice stared at the skeletons, seemingly fascinated. "What's so good about a few skeletal frames?" Down scolded.

"What do you know!" Rice scolded, but there was a gentle smile on her face, as if she was looking at her lover's naked body. He reached out and gently touched a skeleton, placing his bloodstained hand on his mouth and sucking, "These pitiful stingers are skin and flesh for human beings."

"Nonsense. Could it be that those dogs can peel themselves?"

"It's not that simple." This time Rice didn't bother with Donne's words, "Look closely at the bones. The textures on their surfaces are so clean that you can't even find a single knife mark." What does this mean? This represents the guy who performed a bone removal operation on these dogs. He has an exceptionally deep understanding of the structure of living things. Each slash followed the veins of the muscles, unzipping the skin and flesh of the dogs as easily and quickly as zipping down a garment. Donne, if you still don't understand what this means, I think you can go to hell. "

Donne's expression finally changed. He looked like his head was full of muscles, but it wasn't true. The bald colonel still had some brains. If the person who dropped the saber had such an exquisite saber technique, then when these saber techniques were used on the human body, they would probably not be so comfortable. Just a simple thought about the skeletons of those stinger dogs being replaced with human bones was enough to make his face pale.

A moment later, Dill came back. "I found a cave. They should have been there. And this …"

He spread out his hand, and the bullet in his palm was naturally the dirty bomb he shot out. "There were also traces of blood found in the cave, belonging to the Scarlet Ghost Woman. I hit her and the gene collapse potion in the bomb disappeared. Apparently, the needle was pressed into the woman's body at the moment of impact. But Scarlet Ghost's body was not found in the cave," Dill said.

"Maybe they took them away, or maybe he likes to play with corpses like Donne." Rice made a bad joke.

"No." Dill directly rejected his boss's idea. His straightforward and merciless approach made Donne laugh mischievously. It made Rice's teeth itch, but he couldn't criticize Dill. Dill was such a person, even if he was killed, he would not change, so the accusation was powerless. Dill said seriously, "I tasted the blood she left behind and got some vague information. I don't know what they did, but I'm sure that Scarlet Ghost isn't dead and is in good health."

"Are you saying that our genetic medicine is ineffective against Crimson Ghost?" Rice frowned. This was not a strange thing. After all, the fellow who developed the potion was also designed according to the genetic structure of most creatures. If Crimson Ghost's genetic chain was different from the widely known creatures, then it was reasonable for the potion to not work.

"No, it's not like that." Dill denied again, "I could feel that the woman's aura had indeed changed. In other words, the potion was effective. But if she survived, it could only mean that she or the target had something that could reverse the genetic collapse."

"Scarlet Ghost isn't that smart. They're just barbarians. They must be our Mr. Allen. This is getting more and more interesting. If he has that kind of thing in his possession, I believe it's more valuable than his life." Rice rubbed his chin and said, "It looks like we need to revise the details of our operation a little."

"You have no right to do that," Dawn shouted.

"Yes, I don't have the right. If you're unhappy, you can kill me." '"But baldy, it doesn't say that we can't make any extra money on missions. Don't tell me you haven't done it before." Rice said bluntly, adding, "But baldy, it doesn't say that we can't make any extra money on missions."

Donne shrugged his shoulders, "I want 40% of the proceeds."

"Thirty percent. If there's that thing, I'll only give you thirty percent."

Dawn snorted. Without refusing, he acquiesced to Rice's assignment. Rice clapped his hands cheerfully. "Alright, everyone, cheer up. I want you to open your eyes and find our Mr. Allen!"

Dill immediately ordered a few people to go with him. These people were the tentacles of the team. They dispersed without letting go of any suspicious details. Under the leadership of someone as meticulous and cautious as Dill, Ellen's traces were being found one by one. These traces pointed in the same direction, but who knew if he had deliberately left behind these clues?

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