335: Chapter 332: 20 people vs. 1 person, and they even lost some! Do they even know how to play?

"Shit! Quick! Notify the Armed Squad to conduct armed suppression!"

The situation had clearly spiraled out of control. This was no researcher's sudden illness, nor was it some honest, stupid test subject.

The experimental subject who came in this time was a wolf in sheep's clothing!

It wasn't that this had never happened before, but most subjects showed extreme resistance from the start, or were anesthetized before entering, arriving unconscious and being tied directly to the exam table.

There were some who disguised themselves well, but their moves were never as professional as this man's. He struck too fast, too sharply, and with such decisiveness that there wasn't a single wasted motion.

"No, we can't suppress him like that. Tell Squad B to only use rubber bullets and tranquilizer darts. The group leader ordered that we must ensure the experimental subject's vitality!"

"Right!"

The two monitoring room staff quickly contacted the Laboratory's Armed Squad.

There were five Armed Squads in total, each being the most militarily elite in the entire Research Institute, with twenty members per squad.

Hearing the orders from the other end, the squad leader, Jones Bartos, slammed his Texas Hold'em cards onto the table, flicked the ash from his cigar, and laughed. "Finally, some work. It's been too quiet here. Boys, let's get to it."

"Probably some idiot who took too many drugs needs a lesson. Gear up, it's time to serve the company."

"Captain, you should have lost this round. Dammit, you're cheating."

"Oh no, no, no! I, Jones, never cheat. But now it's time for the boys to earn their bonuses. Go, go, go!!!"

With Jones's encouragement and banter, the men could only grumble as they put down their cards and took up their guns.

However, they were still laughing and joking as they rushed out of the lounge. Clearly, they didn't take this task seriously, as if they weren't going to subdue a desperate criminal, but were just going for a stroll to pick up some money.

And indeed, hadn't it always been like this?

In the Research Institute's biggest riot, there were up to a hundred resisting test subjects, yet a single squad easily suppressed them.

Just a bunch of rabble. Not to mention, this was an even more secure Laboratory, where there was usually just one unlucky guy unwilling to become a lab rat.

Using even one squad member against such a guy was practically bullying. After all, with weapons—even rubber bullets—it still hurt like hell.

"Squad 1 go this way, Squad 2 follow me to the other side. Pincer movement! Let's give this unlucky bastard a little surprise!"

"Hehe, I wonder if this guy will piss himself. Poor little fellow."

Da-da-da-da~

The dense sound of footsteps soon blended together. Guided by the voice from the monitoring room, Squad B split into two teams to flank the long double-aisle corridor.

But when they cautiously approached and completed the pincer, seeing the situation inside clearly, everyone froze.

They saw the opponent casually leaning against a glass wall, juggling various small items in his hands.

These items included a Memo Pen and a Wooden Cross. With just one hand, he kept the two objects alternating in mid-air.

If one ignored the few people lying on the ground, he didn't look like a dangerous person at all, just someone who seemed slightly out of place.

"What is he doing?"

"Is he juggling?"

There was a burst of laughter in the squad channel. Seeing this, everyone was even more relieved. They had never seen such a strange dangerous element. Was he planning to surrender?

"Hands behind your head! Get down! Get down!"

Seeing this, Captain Jones also felt much more relieved, but he still kept shouting in English, "Get down!! Get down!"

The opponent seemed to acknowledge this with a nod, then slowly walked from his leaning position to the center and turned around, appearing as if he was about to crouch down.

Seeing this, everyone exchanged glances and smiled.

Being able to resolve it like this would mean a higher rating and a bigger bonus; they were naturally happy to see it.

But at the instant he crouched, the moment the Wooden Cross was tossed into the air, the Memo Pen that just happened to land in his hand was suddenly thrown out, shooting like an arrow from a bow.

The Memo Pen precisely avoided the person's bulletproof vest and pierced into his throat. The normally harmless pen now displayed a terrifying killing intent under the boost of powerful kinetic energy.

Puchi~

Blood splattered, warm liquid covering the faces of the two companions on either side. Jones happened to be right next to him and had just exchanged a smiling glance with the opponent, but in the next instant, his pupils shrank as blood almost covered half of his goggles.

Bang~

The burly black man collapsed forward as if he had lost his spine.

"Cover! Cover!!"

"Fire!!"

However, the moment they reacted and spoke, the Wooden Cross was also thrown by Li Changsheng.

Bang~

On the other side, another person was equally defenseless and killed in one blow.

In an instant, they were down two men, followed by a barrage of rubber bullets. But this wave of shooting was far too sloppy. Perhaps due to panic, as everyone scrambled to the sides of the corridor for cover, their accuracy was extremely poor.

Normally, in a corridor without cover, no matter how one shot, a few rounds should hit.

However, after everyone retreated into cover, the expected groans of pain or angry shouts didn't happen. Instead, there was an eerie silence.

"Shit! What are you doing? He's completely fine!"

In the monitoring room, the two saw Li on the screen skillfully dodging the rubber bullets with just two slight side-steps. Looking at Squad B's pathetic state, they were almost spitting blood in rage.

Twenty people besieging one, fully armed, and you're getting counter-killed? Do you even know how to play?

"Shut up! We're in charge here now. The command is mine!"

After a round of cursing, Jones angrily cut off the communication and quickly made a hand gesture.

Clang~ Clatter~

Chila~

Accompanied by the sound of metal clattering and rolling, two smoke grenades began to spray large amounts of smoke. Soon, the area was filled with a thick, orange-yellow haze.

"Go! Go! Go!!"

Jones shouted in the squad channel. He had seen clearly just now that the opponent had no weapons other than those two items that weren't even considered dangerous.

If they didn't dare to charge now that visibility was limited, they might as well quit this profession.

Upon receiving the order, the squad members moved. Da-da-da~ Messy footsteps rang out, accompanied by the sound of assault rifles spitting rubber bullets.

Bang bang bang~

Each low thud represented a rubber bullet being fired.

Thud~

Thud~

Thud~

However, amidst the muffled sound of rubber bullets, there were some very discordant sounds—the dull thuds of heavy objects hitting the floor.