Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 571 - 570: The Last Subway

Chapter 571: Chapter 570: The Last Subway

South of Guangnan Province lay the primitive forests of the southern border.

The ear-splitting howls resonated continuously through the mountain woods, stirring up the forest.

Four men armed with guns were fleeing desperately through the thick jungle, accompanied by deer and wild boars.

In times of fleeing for their lives, animals and hunters were equals.

"Damn it, why are there so many tigers!"

The bearded, burly man running at the front cursed, having hunted all his life, he had never seen such a terrifying sight.

The young man wearing glasses at the back gasped, "Uncle Si, could it be that we have offended the Mountain God..."

"Nonsense about the Mountain God, if there really were a Mountain God, we’d be dead already," the bearded man scoffed. "Our temporary camp is just ahead, once we get in the vehicle, those tigers definitely won’t be able to catch up."

Uncle Si and the others were, in fact, poachers.

They had ventured deep into this forest region several times already, a place teeming with rare wildlife and without rangers, it was their ideal hunting ground.

Before heading into the mountains, Uncle Si had joked with the others about how great it would be to encounter a tiger, saying just one would make them a fortune.

A tiger, dead or alive, could fetch a high price.

However, he hadn’t expected the joking remark to actually come true.

They indeed encountered tigers, but not just one—there were too many to count.

At first, they caught a tiger the size of a rabbit, thinking it was a deformed cub abandoned by its mother, and that it would be worth a lot of money if taken back.

But then they found a gully, and what they saw there was somewhat fantastical.

Tigers that flew in the sky, tigers that swam in the water, and round tigers as fat as wild boars...

Essentially, every animal they saw had the head of a tiger and a body covered in yellow and black stripes.

Realizing something was off, Uncle Si quickly led the others to escape, and not long after they started running, tiger roars echoed behind them, the wild beasts in the jungle running alongside them, including real ferocious tigers.

After running a distance, Uncle Si’s face showed a hint of relief as he saw their two trucks.

The four of them had ventured deep into the jungle, while four others stayed with the trucks, ready to start them at any moment. As they got close enough, the bearded man yelled, "Start the cars, there are monsters coming from behind!"

But those four men did not respond to his calls, instead turning around woodenly to look at the bearded man and his group.

The moment Uncle Si saw the faces of the four who stayed behind, he stopped in his tracks, his heart sinking.

The four brothers on guard, though still dressed in their original clothes, were now clad in yellow fur, with the heads of fierce tigers!

They were clearly four upright tiger-men!

...

Wen Wen, carrying a cylindrical metal canister, forked a piece of beef into his mouth, chewed twice, then lost interest and tossed the whole box of beef to Three Cubs, who gobbled it up delightedly.

"Besides frying steak, can’t that cook make something else?"

A month ago, the Foundation’s beef cattle farm had officially started operating, and the Sanctuary had achieved ’beef liberty’.

So, over the recent period, the Sanctuary’s cooks had been grilling several steaks daily for Wen Wen.

At first, Wen Wen was quite satisfied, but after eating them for a month straight, he felt nauseated at the mere scent of beef.

Wen Wen checked the time—it was 22:15, and in five minutes, the last train of the night would depart.

The place where Wen Wen currently was happened to be the starting station of the Baoya City Metro Line 2, where he was handling a case that day.

After Three Cubs had finished eating, Wen Wen stowed away the lunchbox, sizing up a few people waiting alongside him for the train.

The last train wasn’t crowded; there were less than twenty people on the platform, seven of whom would enter the same carriage as Wen Wen.

They were a man in a heavy raincoat, three high school students—two boys and a girl—a young man in shoddy clothing, and two women holding hands.

The man in the raincoat was carrying a hefty black canvas bag, which emanated a foul smell of human blood; the contents of the bag hinted at trouble.

The three high school students looked to be from a nearby school, but the girl seemed out of it, and the boys appeared somewhat sneaky.

The two hand-holding women smelled of disinfectant, likely nurses from a nearby hospital, their faces etched with fear, as if they were worried about something.

As for the man in shoddy clothes... he had a hint of a rotten smell about him, the type that comes from long contact with corpses.

Wen Wen withdrew his gaze, having roughly figured out the background of these individuals.

Among these seven people, two were superpower users, and the others had various peculiarities as well.

Besides these seven living beings, there were other passengers also waiting to board this carriage.

However, it was clear that all the people here combined were not as terrifying as Wen Wen.

"Why do I have to ride the subway in the middle of the night, I should also assign a task to Gong Baoding, and dock his salary!"

Three days ago, in the evening, the demonic nature in the Sword Embryo had already been reduced by the Angel of Universal Light to an acceptable level.

Wen Wen had forcefully snatched the Silver Cross from the Angel of Universal Light, nearly making the angel cry.

Feeling guilty, Wen Wen then made a wooden cross from another demon Yao’s branch in the Sanctuary and gave it to the Angel of Universal Light.

Next, Wen Wen had Red Beard forge a metal container for him, placed the Sword Embryo in it, and filled it with his own fresh blood to start cultivating his personal sword.

But once he started, Wen Wen realized that things weren’t as simple as he had imagined.

The fresh blood in the container needed to be changed daily, and nurturing the Sword Embryo also consumed a lot of Wen Wen’s energy, leaving him in a weakened state almost every day.

With that pale complexion, he could easily dress up and cosplay a vampire.

Moreover, Wen Wen had to carry the container with him at all times; otherwise, all effort would be wasted, so he ended up carrying a metal container every day.

"How did those ancient swordsmen manage to bleed so much daily, yet keep going for so many days..."

In fact, other swordsmen didn’t replace the blood daily like Wen Wen; they used one batch of fresh blood until the end.

Wen Wen changed the blood daily after noticing it was less effective the second day than the first, lucky for him, his blood-creating ability was exceptionally strong, otherwise he would have died of anemia long ago.

Wen Wen once thought that women, who bleed every month, were the strongest creatures.

Now, he considers himself stronger because he bleeds daily, and he bleeds a lot.