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Chapter 124 - 109: Kids these days have no respect for martial virtues!

Chapter 124: Chapter 109: Kids these days have no respect for martial virtues!

In Brian’s olfactory perception, a life energy field as massive as a small hill coated the house from the outside, creating an oppressive sensation reminiscent of a herbivore being targeted by a predator.

However, this oppressive feeling wasn’t all that significant for Brian.

To some extent.

They belonged to the same tier of non-human beings.

Brian hung up the phone and silently pulled out his 17-round Glock 17 service pistol, heading towards the master bedroom, "How strange, it smelled like a dirty hunk of meat before, and now it’s suddenly transformed..."

Creak~

The wooden floors of the house groaned under the strain.

Pier had already squeezed into the cluttered living room from outside.

His originally dull gaze had turned to pure blood-red, staring fixedly at Brian with thick yellow saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, resembling the image of a juvenile ogre from a western fantasy movie.

"Hungry?"

With the principle of respecting the elderly and the young, Brian waved his handgun,

"Little guy, want some 9×19mm Parabellum candy? Uncle has seventeen right here."

"Meat, Pier wants meat..." Pier moved his bulky body and extended his large, fleshy hands to grab at Brian in front of him with the weight of Mount Tai.

His change was really significant; he had gotten rounder, filling up the flesh beneath his skin with something oleaginous, giving his exterior a meat-jelly-like texture. Opening his mouth, the oral cavity had swiftly grown densely packed with sharp, fine teeth that contorted the entire dental ridge.

"Looks like he’s lost all reason."

Brian didn’t hesitate anymore and fired five shots in quick succession, targeting Pier’s eyeballs, neck, heart, belly, and the dread Wolong Valley.

Pier showed almost no intent to dodge.

He kept lunging firmly towards Brian.

The bullets bridged the seven or eight-meter distance between them in an instant, all hitting their marks!

Pop pop~

Pier’s right eye burst open with a spray of blood, and his Wolong Valley spilled blood on the spot, with visible chunks of flesh falling into his oversized shorts.

The other three bullets, however, had minimal effect.

They struck Pier’s jelly-like flesh, and after piercing that substance, the bullets visibly lost their kinetic energy and came to rest inside it.

Pier, having lost an eye and his Wolong Valley, felt no pain, and his cumbersome body was unaffected by the bullet impacts, coming within two meters of Brian.

The next moment.

His emotions plunged into even more frenzied excitement: "Meat! Meat! Meat!"

Boom~

With the howl of rushing wind, Pier’s pace suddenly accelerated more than threefold, and his fat hands lunged fiercely at the unsuspecting Brian.

At the critical moment.

Brian’s figure seemed to compress like a spring, his bones cracking with noise, shrinking to about one meter tall, barely dodging Pier’s embrace.

As the big chunk of meat vanished from sight, Pier stood there dumbfounded.

Where is he?

He could clearly smell the meat.

Where is he!

His intelligence now almost reduced to instinct, he couldn’t even notice Brian right beneath him.

Seeing this.

Brian moved like a supple snake, his shortened body suddenly swelling and, with a roll, ended up three or four meters behind Pier near the doorway.

Pier finally caught on.

He turned around, his mouth full of thin, sharp teeth crisscrossing, drawing strands of thick, yellow saliva: "Meat, saw meat again..."

Creak~

Stepping on the overburdened floorboards.

Pier sunk back into his previous sluggish state, continuing to pounce towards Brian.

"Strong appetite, solid physical defense, keen perception, seemingly no pain sensitivity, but not so bright..."

Brian seemed to begin to understand the obsession of Pier’s clown brother.

Facing such an abnormal younger brother who couldn’t be beaten or reasoned with.

Surviving.

The clown must have tried very hard.

...

Pier’s speed was similar to a normal person’s brisk walk, with no visible sign of exhaustion so far, which might make him a challenging monster for a regular person without heavy weapons.

But for Brian, Pier was too slow.

It seemed that only when he was within two meters of his target would Pier’s body speed, agility, and reaction time all surge explosively.

Once out of that range,

Even if the target was just two meters away,

Pier would lumber forward with his big legs, doggedly chasing after it.

Brian fired a few more shots, blowing out Pier’s remaining eye, the rest entering his mouth.

But Pier, now blind, could still lock onto Brian’s position, and the bullets that entered his mouth also had no effect.

Brian suspected that beneath Pier’s flesh, there was another special substance, similar to how Transformers have a layer of metal mesh implanted beneath their flesh, making them immune to bullet shots.

The situation now was that he could do nothing to the other, and the other couldn’t catch him.

Under the circumstances,

Brian had no choice but to drag Pier along like walking a dog.

He planned to wait for Orba and the others to arrive, use heavy weapons to break Pier’s limbs, and then slowly resort to this head full of nothing but eating, eating, eating monster.

..

This was located in the suburbs of the county town.

If Orba and his team were to come by helicopter, it would take no more than fifteen minutes to arrive.

Brian checked the time, walking Pier.

And so, he walked him around for seven or eight minutes.

After Brian had fooled Pier once again, Pier suddenly stopped moving.

"Tired?"

Brian was about to pull the trigger on Pier again, to agitate him a bit more, when—

Squelch—

Pier’s flesh, which was like meat jelly, suddenly rolled like waves, and a large amount of foul-smelling yellow-brown liquid, carrying those bullets that had entered his body, oozed from the gunshot wounds.

In the blink of an eye,

the bulky Pier had transformed into a hunchbacked, tall, and thin monster bristling with sharp teeth.

His two blurred eye sockets squeezed out a couple of bullets, and his barbed tongue likewise flicked out three or four bullets, fluttering in the air, "Pier is so hungry. Meat, don’t run; you smell so good, come into Pier’s mouth..."

Watching Pier’s head morph into something akin to Marvel’s Venom, a spine-chilling sense of extreme danger surged in Brian’s heart.

Damn it!

Just a second ago, they were playing a cat-and-mouse game.

Now you decide to Transform on me?

Kids these days don’t play fair at all!

Brian immediately ignited his adrenaline, and with the aid of Body Control, his muscles burst forth with a speed far exceeding that of the world’s sprint champions. His feet moved rapidly, crisscrossing as he dashed off into the distance.

"So fragrant~"

Pier’s long tongue swept through the air, slurping up pheromones, secreting a copious amount of saliva. With his hunch angled downwards, his feet thrust against the ground.

Boom—

The earth trembled slightly, kicking up clouds of dust.

When the dust settled, nothing remained but a hole more than ten centimeters deep, with no sign of the beast that was Pier.

...

If anyone could see the scene, they’d think they were watching a sci-fi monster movie.

On the flat expanse of the wasteland,

Brian’s legs moved so fast they blurred, appearing as though he was swiftly gliding over the ground; with each blink, he could dash forward tens of meters.

Pier was even more exaggerated.

Behind him, faint afterimages were visible, his speed nearly double that of Brian’s, close to four seconds per hundred meters.

Within just over ten seconds,

Pier had closed in to less than five meters behind Brian.

Just as he was about to pounce,

Brian, without turning his head, shot blindly behind, the clever and deadly bullet hitting Pier’s rapidly moving ankle joint.

"Ah~"

Without the protection of that yellow-brown unknown liquid,

Pier had finally been breached.

He screamed and tumbled to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust that shrouded his body.

...

Phew—

Brian slowed his pace, panting heavily.

He felt his body temperature might exceed forty degrees if he kept moving at such high intensity.

Even now,

numerous muscles in his body were strained to varying degrees, and his lungs and blood vessels, those fine tissues, had also suffered invisible damage from the brief, intense exertion.

However, these changes were suppressed by the bursting excitement brought by the adrenaline.

"Recover!"

Brian’s mind willed it.

A warm current flowed through him.

Using two units of Gift Energy,

he returned to perfect condition in the next second.

As they say, kick them when they’re down!

Brian no longer hesitated and, lifting his gun, intended to take advantage of Pier’s weakened defenses to break one of his legs, only to find that Pier’s figure had disappeared beneath the dust!

The enemy was gone!

Brian’s heart pounded violently.

His nostrils flared, drawing in the surrounding scents, his Five Senses reaching their peak under the amplification of Supercomputer Perception.

The next moment,

Brian didn’t hesitate and tucked his Glock 17 into his armpit, aimed blindly behind, and repeatedly squeezed the trigger!

Bang, bang, bang—

Almost at the same instant,

a lean, long creature was munching on a human hand and the corresponding figure appeared ten meters behind Brian, struck squarely in the chest and collarbone by three bullets, interrupting its launching attack.

This time, Brian dared not relax. Hearing the scream from behind, he didn’t even turn around as his gun continuously spat out flames, covering the area with a blind barrage.

After emptying the magazine,

Brian ran off a dozen meters, then while reloading, he turned to survey the situation.

He saw an elongated, hunched figure rolling on the ground, gnawing ravenously at the flesh and bones of its own arm.

As the flesh and bone were consumed,

bullets, one after another, accompanied by a yellow-brown turbid liquid, flowed out of Pier’s body.

Watching the flesh and bone disappear with each bite, Brian’s scalp tingled.

No wonder he had felt goosebumps all over earlier.

One bite from that thing would mean a significant chunk of his body gone.

His low-grade version of Undying Body could never withstand that!

Surely, he couldn’t hope to regenerate inside the creature’s stomach!

...

With lingering dread,

Brian raised his gun and aimed at Pier’s mouth, emptying the magazine.

Over three minutes later,

a transport helicopter equipped with two M134 Miniguns finally arrived over the area.

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