72: Chapter 72 The End of the Infinite Player: Even the Gene Lock Was Useless

Inside the panoramic restaurant on the top floor, the air was thick with the heavy scent of blood and something acrid and burnt.

This place, once the most luxurious dining spot in Yanjing, had now become a purgatory.

Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, a red barrier still shrouded the entire building, turning it into an isolated island.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed.

Eagle Eye's corpse fell out of the ventilation duct, a steel rod impaled through his chest, his eyes wide open in death.

That was the masterpiece of Gu Changan, who had casually countered him with telekinesis when he tried to ambush the Special Police.

In just ten minutes.

The once arrogant Demon Squad was left with only its captain, Tyrant.

He leaned against the bar, gasping heavily for air.

Expensive red wine had been shattered, the liquid mixing with the blood on the floor, soaking the carpet beneath his feet.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on broken glass came from the stairwell.

Creak, creak.

The rhythm was steady, neither hurried nor slow.

This sound felt as if it were stepping directly onto Tyrant's heart.

"Is this what you call a veteran Reincarnator?"

Gu Changan's figure appeared at the restaurant entrance, holding the still-smoking Beretta. His expression was like a supervisor inspecting hygiene, carrying a hint of pickiness and dissatisfaction.

"Whether it's tactical proficiency or psychological resilience, you're not even as good as the interns who just joined our bureau."

Gu Changan shook his head and casually tossed an empty magazine onto the floor. "If the Main God Space only has this level of quality, then I suggest it just be shut down."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

Tyrant jerked his head up, his single eye bloodshot, almost bulging out of its socket.

All his trump cards had been played.

High-tech weapons had become scrap metal, items couldn't be used, and even the combat skills he prided himself on were useless in the face of dense crossfire.

Despair.

This was the feeling he had brought to the indigenous characters in countless horror movie instances, but now it was being repaid to him a hundredfold.

"I am the chosen one! I am a powerhouse who crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!"

Tyrant let out a beast-like roar, his muscles trembling irregularly all over his body. "Mortal! Do you even deserve to judge me?!"

"Aaaaaahhh!"

With a shrill roar, Tyrant's already burly body expanded once more.

The surface of his skin cracked inch by inch, revealing the scarlet muscle fibers beneath.

Blood vessels, like black earthworms, writhed and bulged madly under his skin.

His originally normal human face was now extremely distorted due to skeletal mutations; his jawbone elongated, and two fangs pierced through his lips, jutting out.

Gene Lock, Second Stage!

It was not just about unlocking limitations; it was about squeezing out all the potential within his cells through forced mutation.

A killing instinct from deep within his ancient genes completely took over his brain.

"I'm going to tear you to pieces! And eat you with sauce!"

Tyrant kicked off the ground with both feet.

Boom!

The expensive marble floor instantly exploded, creating a large crater.

His figure vanished from the spot, turning into a scarlet afterimage. Kicking up a gale, he charged toward Gu Changan while enduring the sweeping fire of the Special Police.

The speed was too fast!

It was so fast that the Special Police's dynamic vision couldn't keep up at all.

The bullets hitting him were actually deflected directly, due to the high-density hardening of his muscles.

A foul, bloody wind rushed toward him.

That gaping, drooling maw was less than half a meter from Gu Changan's throat.

However.

Gu Changan didn't even blink.

He didn't even raise the Beretta in his hand.

On his retina, the System's red warning box was flashing frantically.

[Detected severe abnormality in target biological characteristics.]

[Adrenaline secretion exceeds standard by 3000%.]

[Abnormal cell division rate.]

[Judgment result: Non-human · Extremely dangerous biochemical mutant.]

A cold curve tugged at the corner of Gu Changan's mouth.

"Very well."

"Since you no longer belong to the category of human, there is no need to go through the complicated judicial interrogation process."

He pulled that big guy he had kept hanging on his tactical belt from the back of his open suit.

It wasn't a pistol.

It was a modified shotgun with an exaggeratedly large caliber and a sawed-off barrel—[The Judge].

This was a trophy seized from a System owner in the "Resident Evil" category, modified by the R&D department specifically to deal with large exotic beasts.

The muzzle was as thick as a small cannon barrel.

Gu Changan held the gun in one hand, not needing to aim at all, shoving it directly into Tyrant's ugly face, which was inches away.

"According to the 'Wildlife Protection Act'... no, that's not right, it should be the 'Biosafety Act'."

"Culling authorized."

Boom!!!

This gunshot drowned out all the clamor.

It was like a thunderclap on flat ground.

The immense recoil caused Gu Changan's leather shoes to slide back half a step on the floor.

And Tyrant, who had been menacing and seemed like a god of war descending just a moment ago, was hit as if he had been struck head-on by a high-speed train.

He flew backward in mid-air in a posture that defied the laws of physics.

A basin-sized transparent hole appeared above his chest.

A sky full of blood mist mixed with minced meat sprayed the expensive floor-to-ceiling windows of the panoramic restaurant into an abstract painting.

"Plop."

Tyrant's broken body smashed through a dining table and fell heavily to the ground.

The powerful vitality brought by the Second Stage Gene Lock meant he didn't die on the spot.

At that huge wound, countless granulations were writhing madly, attempting to repair the damage, but the destructive kinetic energy residue clinging to the wound tore the newly formed granulations apart again and again.

"Haa... Haa..."

Tyrant lay in a pool of blood, his eyes unfocused, his throat emitting a gasping sound like a broken bellows.

What speed, what power, what explosive force.

In the face of large-caliber thermal weapons, they were all a joke.

Gu Changan walked over with composed steps, flicking the gun body with one hand. With a "click," a steaming red shell casing ejected, and a new shotgun shell was chambered.

He looked down at the lump of twitching rotten meat on the floor.

"The Gene Lock is indeed powerful."

Gu Changan said in an indifferent tone, "To be able to breathe even without internal organs—if this were sent to a medical school as a specimen, those old professors would definitely love it."

The cold muzzle was pressed once again against the remaining half of Tyrant's head that hadn't been completely shattered.

The fear of death finally overwhelmed the madness.

In Tyrant's only remaining eye, a plea that only humans possess was revealed.

At this moment, he was no longer that decisive captain of the Demon Squad; he was just a pathetic wretch wanting to survive.

"Don't... don't kill me..."

He moved his lips with difficulty, spitting out bloody foam. "I have points... I have 50,000 reward points... I can exchange items for you... I am an agent of the Main God..."

"As long as I don't die... I can make you a Reincarnator... to go to the myriad worlds..."

Gu Changan acted as if he had heard some joke.

He straightened his slightly wrinkled cuff, looking down at Tyrant from his superior position.

"Let me become a Reincarnator?"

"Why would I give up being a perfectly good civil servant to become an errand boy for that so-called Main God? And go around killing and setting fires everywhere?"

Gu Changan sneered, "Your ideological awareness is too low."

"Furthermore, please do not insult my professional ethics."

"I do not accept bribes, and I certainly will not negotiate with terrorists."

His finger rested on the trigger, applying slight pressure.

"If there is a next life, remember to be a law-abiding citizen."

"Stop playing these games where you think you're God."