28: The "Killing Intent Stun" entry in Chapter 28 is working!

"Shen Wanbing."

"Look again."

In the passenger seat, Shen Wanbing raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her eye.

The back of her hand brushed against her damaged professional attire, leaving a streak of dark red.

Her radar talent had just been brutally kicked out by the energy field of that mountain of flesh; her head was buzzing, and she couldn't even focus her vision.

"Scan it again, the mental backlash will cause irreversible—"

"I need the location of its core. Three-dimensional coordinates, accurate to the centimeter."

Shen Wanbing looked up at him.

A lunatic.

This man had no intention of taking a detour, no intention of backing down.

He intended to swallow this Tyrant-level monster, marked red by the system, flesh and bone.

A brief, deathly silence fell inside the vehicle.

Shen Wanbing closed her eyes.

A golden light flared beneath her eyelids. She forcibly gathered the scattered streams of information in her mind, twisting them into a sharp needle, and thrust it fiercely toward the mountain of flesh three kilometers away.

The moment her mental power touched the Tyrant's energy shield, a massive repulsive force surged back in along her nerve endings.

It felt like two red-hot steel nails were being driven straight into her temples.

She let out a muffled groan, her back arched sharply, and her slender fingers dug into the edge of the leather seat.

New beads of blood seeped from the corners of her eyes, forming a line as they dripped onto her legs.

"Sister!" Shen Wanxing, in the back row, panicked. Barefoot, she lunged forward to pull her.

"Don't touch me!" Shen Wanbing gritted her teeth and growled, a heavy metallic taste of blood rising in her throat.

Three seconds.

Five seconds.

Eight seconds.

Warm liquid gushed from her nostrils.

At the eleventh second, Shen Wanbing snapped her eyes open.

Her pupils remained unfocused for a full two seconds before she could barely make out the night scene outside the front windshield.

"Seven centimeters to the left of the center of the abdominal cavity, one point two meters deep."

She panted heavily, her vocal cords trembling, but the data she reported was terrifyingly precise.

"There is a fist-sized mass of living tissue with a beating frequency matching a human heart. It is wrapped in three layers of calcified bone shell. That is its second-order evolution core."

She slumped back against the seat, exhausted: "As long as the abdominal slit opens, the core will be exposed for fifteen seconds."

Chen Chen nodded, engraving this data into his mind.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Yanxue: "How many low-level Aberrants are under the bridge?"

Jiang Yanxue closed her eyes to sense: "Forty-three. They are all wandering around the Tyrant, reserve rations."

"Don't let it catch them itself. You feed it."

Jiang Yanxue opened her eyes, not understanding: "Feed it?"

"Use your talent to take control of them. Line them up and have them walk into the Tyrant's mouth themselves. One after another, don't break the flow. The more it enjoys eating, the wider the slit will open."

Jiang Yanxue froze in place.

Controlling low-level Aberrants wasn't difficult for her, but forcibly taking over forty-three frenzied monsters simultaneously was an overdraft level of mental exertion.

"I can hold on for two minutes at most."

"Two minutes is enough."

Chen Chen turned and walked to the weapon maintenance console, pulling open the bottom drawer.

Inside were several high-explosive ammunition modules pilfered from a military factory.

Metal casings, palm-sized, packed with high explosives; their power could flip a light armored vehicle.

He grabbed two modules, stuffed them into the inner pockets of his tactical vest, and zipped it all the way up.

"Shen Wanxing, Shen Wanbing." He tapped the panel of the weapon console.

"Once she starts feeding, you two take over the heavy machine guns."

Shen Wanxing swallowed hard and moved to the control console.

The screen split into night-vision views from the front and rear C-class heavy machine guns, with crosshairs hovering in the center.

"Sho-shoot where?" Her palms were sweating, and her hands on the joystick kept slipping.

Just a moment ago she was shooting targets with a small hand crossbow, and now she was using heavy firepower; the jump was too big.

"Shoot its hands. When a Tyrant encounters danger, it instinctively protects its abdomen. Your task is to break all the hands blocking the slit. Keep the slit open."

After saying this, Chen Chen pushed open the armored vehicle door.

"Where are you going?" Shen Wanxing turned around sharply.

No one answered.

The door slammed shut.

Shadow tactical boots stepped onto the gravel ground.

Chen Chen's figure vanished into the shadows of the overpass wreckage beside the road.

Shen Wanbing covered half her face, sinking into her seat in exhaustion, her voice laced with a chill: "He's going to jump from the bridge."

Shen Wanxing's face turned pale instantly.

The overpass was fifteen meters off the ground.

Below crouched a Tyrant preparing to evolve.

This madman intended to use himself as a human bomb and deliver it inside.

"Begin." Two words came over the radio channel, cold, hard, and crisp.

Jiang Yanxue simply sat cross-legged on the metal floor, her SS-rank [Aberration Domination] erupting fully.

Under the bridge three kilometers away, the forty-three wandering low-level Aberrants froze in unison.

Their turbid red eyeballs were replaced by a mechanical coldness.

The first monster turned and stepped toward the Tyrant.

The stitched Tyrant sensed the movement, and the slit on its abdomen, filled with sharp teeth, twitched.

Viscous black drool dripped onto the ground, burning and creating puffs of white smoke.

With food delivered to its doorstep, it didn't stand on ceremony; its two deformed arms scooped up the low-level monster and stuffed it into the slit.

Chewing. Swallowing.

The second. The third. The fourth.

The assembly-line feeding had begun.

The Tyrant's eating speed became faster and faster, the slit forced open to its limit, the deep red inner cavity completely turned inside out.

Deep within the flesh wall, a core glowing with red light was beating rhythmically.

"Fire!" Jiang Yanxue bit her lip, squeezing the command through her teeth.

Shen Wanbing and Shen Wanxing simultaneously pressed the red firing buttons on their joysticks.

The two C-class twin-mounted vehicle heavy machine guns roared.

Even with electric remote control, the massive recoil generated by the continuous firing of the heavy machine guns still caused the eleven-ton armored fortress to tremble slightly.

The 12.7mm armor-piercing incendiary rounds drew two blinding lines of fire across the night sky, spanning three kilometers to precisely cover both sides of the Tyrant's torso.

Sensing the high-temperature trajectories, the Tyrant instinctively raised its deformed arms to block.

The first arm was severed at the waist by the storm of metal, a pillar of dark purple blood spraying from the stump.

Under the kinetic energy of the armor-piercing rounds, the bones of the second and third arms shattered, their tendons snapped, and they crashed to the ground like rotten wood.

The ear-piercing roar pierced the night sky, making the eardrums of the three women inside the vehicle ache.

It stopped eating.

The massive mountain of flesh stood straight up suddenly, the bone spurs on its back piercing directly through the concrete bridge deck above. Gravel mixed with rebar fell in a shower.

The abdominal slit began to contract rapidly. Instinct drove it to protect its most vulnerable core.

The Tyrant turned, its seven or eight remaining arms bracing against the ground, locking onto the armored vehicle in the distance that was continuously spitting fire.

It began to sprint, the ground cracking beneath it, and abandoned vehicles along the way were sent flying.

"It's charging at us!" Shen Wanxing stared at the rapidly enlarging mountain of flesh on the screen, her voice changing pitch.

"Don't stop! Keep breaking its hands!" The radio only contained the cold-blooded command.

Everyone finally realized that Chen Chen was not in the vehicle; he was on the bridge.

At the top of the overpass.

Chen Chen stood on the broken concrete railing with one foot.

The cold wind whipped by, his tactical vest clinging to his torso.

Fifteen meters below his feet, the Tyrant had just rushed out of the bridge tunnel, and the abdominal slit still had a closing window of a few seconds left.

He leaned forward and jumped.

No run-up was needed.

The explosive power granted to his legs by his fifty points of Constitution directly shattered the concrete block beneath his feet.

His entire body transformed into a black line with no downward resistance, smashing straight toward the moving mountain of flesh below.

The airflow scraped across his cheeks.

The gravel on the ground rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.

The Tyrant sensed the pressure coming from above.

The slit's contraction accelerated, and the three layers of calcified bone shell were about to lock tight.

The sound of sharp teeth grinding against each other was clearly audible.

At the very last tenth of a second before the gap closed.

Chen Chen released [Killing Intent Stun] mid-air.

The effect of Jiang Yanxue's trait.

Low-level monsters would suffer a one-second stun, and this Tyrant's level far exceeded that of a low-level one—but it was on the verge of second-order evolution, and its internal biological signals were extremely chaotic.

The moment the killing intent hit, the Tyrant's ridiculously massive body paused eerily.

It wasn't a full second.

It might have been only 0.6 seconds, or even shorter.

However... this was enough!