174: Chapter 174 Special Forces vs. Bio-Warriors: One-Sided Slaughter

The phone screen magnified the cruel smile at the corner of Chen Yuan's mouth infinitely.

At this moment, the breathing of billions of people around the world seemed to stop.

No one dared to post a bullet chat comment.

Everyone stared fixedly at that demon king strolling leisurely through the hail of bullets.

Chen Yuan turned the camera.

He showed the world the manor lawn, completely ignited by blood and fire, without reservation.

“Fire! Use Armor-Piercing Incendiary Rounds! Don't let them get close!”

The Assault Leader's roar echoed shrilly in the night sky.

This "shadow" special forces unit, belonging to the White House politicians, had completely lost the tactical discipline they were so proud of.

Facing those 2.2-meter-tall gray-blue monsters running wildly against heavy machine gun fire,

the common sense of warfare they had built over many years was ruthlessly crushed.

“Captain! The bullets can't penetrate their muscle armor!”

A machine gunner desperately squeezed the trigger.

The 5.56mm rifle rounds hit Tyrant No. 1's chest, only producing clusters of weak sparks.

They couldn't even tear through that dark red stratum corneum.

Tyrant No. 1 charged through the metal storm to the machine gunner's face.

Its giant claw, a size larger than a casserole pot, suddenly lunged out.

“No!”

The machine gunner let out a blood-curdling scream.

The Tyrant directly squeezed his helmet as if it were a fragile egg.

“Crack!”

The tooth-aching sound of bone shattering was clearly transmitted globally through the live stream's microphone.

The bulletproof helmet, along with the skull inside, was instantly crushed.

Blood mixed with brain matter splattered all over the Tyrant.

It casually tossed the headless corpse aside, knocking over two other special forces soldiers trying to flank it.

This wasn't a battle at all.

It was a one-sided massacre across biological dimensions.

“RPG! Blow that son of a bitch to pieces!”

The captain, his eyes nearly bursting with rage, commanded the remaining heavy weapons specialist.

An anti-tank rocket whistled out, trailing a long flame.

Blinding fire instantly swallowed Tyrant No. 1's massive body.

The violent explosion kicked up dirt everywhere.

“Did we hit it?!”

Several special forces soldiers crouched behind cover, staring intently at the thick smoke.

Just when they thought they had finally dealt with one monster,

a giant hand wreathed in flames suddenly reached out from the smoke.

Tyrant No. 1 stepped out of the sea of fire unharmed.

The rocket that was powerful enough to flip an armored vehicle had only scorched a small patch of flesh on its left shoulder.

The blasted-off flesh and tissue were writhing and reorganizing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Monster... this is an unkillable devil!”

The soldier holding the RPG launcher completely broke down.

He threw down his weapon and turned to run wildly toward the manor gates.

The instinct to survive completely overwhelmed military discipline.

“Come back! Deserters will be killed!”

The captain angrily raised his pistol.

But before he could pull the trigger,

a crimson lightning bolt suddenly dropped from a nearby landscape tree.

“Puchi!”

That two-meter-long, barbed tongue accurately pierced the deserter's chest.

Blood instantly stained the expensive lawn red.

A mutated Licker, skinless with its brain exposed, crawled down upside-down from the shadows.

A nauseating hissing sound came from its throat.

The long tongue suddenly curled, dragging the still-twitching soldier directly into the darkness of the treetop.

Soon, hair-raising sounds of chewing and bone-cracking came from above.

“Above! There are some in the trees too!”

The remaining special forces soldiers went completely insane.

They gathered back-to-back, firing wildly into the surrounding darkness.

But it was useless.

The Lickers were too fast.

They were like gods of death walking in the dark night, appearing and disappearing unpredictably using various covers.

Every time they struck, they were guaranteed to take a life.

The manor's lawn was completely soaked in blood.

Severed limbs and broken arms were scattered everywhere.

The once-arrogant elite special forces had now become lambs to the slaughter.

Chen Yuan held his selfie stick, moving through the battlefield of flying flesh and blood like an elegant tour guide.

Occasionally, a stray bullet would fly toward him,

only to be easily parried by Alice, who followed closely behind, with her hydraulic hand blade.

He pointed the camera at the special forces captain, who was now at a dead end.

The captain was covered in blood, his right leg crushed by the Tyrant, gasping for his last breaths beside an overturned armored vehicle.

He looked at Chen Yuan, who had walked up to him, his eyes filled with thick, unshakeable fear.

“You... what kind of monster are you exactly?”

The captain coughed up large mouthfuls of blood while staring fixedly at the phone in Chen Yuan's hand.

He knew the whole world was watching his current wretched state.

The honor of the US military had been thoroughly trampled into the mud tonight.

“Me?”

Chen Yuan squatted down, bringing the phone camera close to the captain's despairing face.

“I'm just a law-abiding pharmaceutical merchant.”

“It's just that my medicine can not only save people but also create a few small self-defense toys.”

Chen Yuan looked at the bullet chat in the live stream room, which had finally begun to scroll frantically, and his smile became even more radiant.

Those keyboard warriors who were clamoring for the country to sanction him earlier

were now filling the screen with “God bless” and “Master Chen, have mercy.”

Absolute violence is always the best way to make people shut up.

“Chen Yuan! You dare to openly massacre US soldiers!”

The captain spat out bloody foam, issuing his final curse.

“Washington won't let you go! The Pentagon's nukes will level this place!”

“Nukes?”

Chen Yuan acted as if he had heard a huge joke.

He reached out and lightly patted the captain's cheek.

“Take a guess, who gave you the order to raid?”

The captain froze.

“Was it that old dog in the White House, or that bunch of political hacks on Capitol Hill?”

Chen Yuan stood up, looking down at him from above.

“They sent you here just to try and fish in troubled waters.”

“If they really dared to use nukes, what was that Presidential Hotline call to my phone just now about?”

The captain's eyes went wide.

He looked at Chen Yuan in disbelief, as if he had heard the most incredible state secret.

Presidential Hotline?

This pill-selling madman had actually spoken directly with the White House?!

Before he could figure out the political maneuvering behind this,

the massive shadow of Tyrant No. 1 had already loomed over him.

A giant, calloused foot stepped heavily onto his chest.

“Dispose of it, Alice.”

Chen Yuan turned around, no longer looking at the ant destined to die.

“Don't let him dirty my lawn.”

Accompanied by a tooth-aching sound of a sternum bursting,

the last intruder in the manor breathed his last.

The battle was over.

From the alarm sounding to the total annihilation of the enemy, it had taken less than ten minutes.

Umbrella's Biochemical Legion had completed its world-shocking debut with an absolute crushing stance.

Chen Yuan raised his selfie stick.

The camera slowly panned across the messy battlefield.

It panned past the proudly standing Tyrants.

It panned past the Lickers licking blood in the darkness.

Finally, the camera settled on Chen Yuan's handsome face, which was stained with a trace of blood.

The number of people online in the live stream room had broken through a staggering eighty million.

All the heads of state, intelligence directors, and financial magnates were currently sitting in front of their screens, staring fixedly at him.

They knew that the words this man was about to say would completely change the world's landscape.

Chen Yuan adjusted the collar of his tactical trench coat toward the camera.

The smile on his face gradually faded.

It was replaced by an extreme arrogance that seemed to trample the entire world underfoot.

“Was everyone satisfied with that fireworks show just now?”

Chen Yuan's voice was low and magnetic, spreading to every corner of the Earth through the network.

“I know many big figures are watching me in front of their screens right now.”

“You investigate my background, block my signals, and even send people to my home to die.”

He extended his index finger, pointing at the whole world through the screen.

“Now, I am officially showing my hand.”

“This is the Umbrella Corporation.”

“From today on, whether it's The Pentagon or Wall Street, whether it's underground assassins or the state machine.”

“If you want to do business with me, come knock on my door with sincerity.”

“If you want to cause trouble...”

Chen Yuan kicked a special forces helmet that had rolled to his feet, sending it flying over ten meters away.

That dull thud made the scalps of everyone watching the live stream tingle.

“This will be your end.”

The bullet chat in the live stream room came to a complete standstill.

No one dared to voice any doubt at this moment.

In the face of absolute strength, any words appeared pale and powerless.

Chen Yuan looked at the silent screen, a demonic smile curling at his lips again.

He unhesitatingly pressed the button to end the live stream.

The screen instantly went black.

Only his extremely arrogant final words echoed in the ears of the whole world.

“Victor, have the PR department release an announcement.”

“Announce to the entire network that we are prepared to take over the world's largest security defense.”