I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 351 - 349: Only Slaughter

Chapter 351: Chapter 349: Only Slaughter

Soldiers dressed in green military uniforms were sitting at the guard post, resting a DingGO light machine gun on his thigh while taking out a shriveled pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. He shook one out and put it in his mouth.

He shifted his buttocks and took out a plastic lighter, then cupped it in front of his mouth and clicked it to life.

The next second, a black palm slapped his face, smashing his head against the concrete wall of the guardhouse, mashing it into a mess of red and white.

Wei Tianyang just walked through the main gate. On the barren yellow earth, several military trucks and tanker trucks were preparing to transport neutralizers out, and at the far end was a red three-story brick building.

The alarm immediately resonated throughout the entire facility, its sharp sound irritating and vexing under the scorching sun.

From a distance, more than a dozen soldiers dressed in green raised their KN44 rifles and fired at him. The bullets, striking his steel body, squeezed into button-like shapes and flew out several meters.

He lifted his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined and twirled twice around. Dozens of meters away, the tanker trucks all levitated.

Then, he spread his fingers and flipped his palm so the tanker trucks rotated in the air, standing vertically with their tails towards the ground.

Finally, he clenched his right fist. The tanker burst, detonating in an explosion, and dozens of tons of black neutralizer spilled down like cola, saturating the land and filling the air with a sour, acrid bitterness.

These several tanks of neutralizer could fetch billions of Langkes, enough to supply 10,000 semi-finished or illegal superpower special forces for a year.

Now, they were just a puddle of waste on the ground.

The soldiers knew they were facing a member of the Superpower Special Forces, so they shouted in the local dialect and then retreated towards the building.

This squad had no heavy equipment, the largest caliber of their weapons being a few light machine guns; perhaps this place was just used for transport.

He felt no challenge, looking at the group of soldiers with just a glance. The iron military knives on their bodies impaled them through the chest and abdomen. The knives dragged their bodies across the ground, leaving streaks of blood, then flew into the air, all thrown into the windows.

Wei Tianyang saw someone flash by the window, his four pupils scanning all the heat sources in the building.

He found the manager’s office, leaped forward, and smashed through the wall, bursting directly into the third floor.

The fat white man scrambled from behind the desk toward the door, and the soldier on guard adjusted slightly, slanting his bullets at Wei Tianyang.

His abdomen’s clothing was shredded by the 7.62mm bullets from the KN44, revealing iron-grey hardened abs.

The eight steel abs compressed, contracted, and stretched with the twist of his waist, changing their shapes as he moved forward into the bullets. The bullets created red hotspots on his abs, but they quickly extinguished.

Wei Tianyang grasped the gun barrel with his left hand and grabbed the soldier’s head with his right, embedding it into the wall, then looked towards the manager hiding under the table.

The manager was a white man, but not from West Soil or the Sethiyan Federation—perhaps from the Earth Sea Region?

Wei Tianyang stepped forward, hearing him shout in dialect.

The real-time translation came through the earpiece: "Wait a moment! Wait a moment! I don’t even know you!"

Wei Tianyang said, "I don’t know you either, but those soldiers’ memories all contain you, so you must die."

Saying this, he thrust out his Bone Knife, piercing the manager’s chest, and began probing his memories.

Several people and scenes linked with this man surfaced in his mind.

After acquiring the information, Wei Tianyang opened his hand, splitting the manager into six pieces, then turned and left.

In the dense jungle of the valley, a patrol of black soldiers was on guard, and the factory down the slope was preparing for evacuation. The soldiers filled barrels with produced neutralizer, then loaded them onto blue trucks.

The patrol reached the commanding height of the outpost, where the entire layout of the factory could be seen.

At that moment, a Black Mountain Goat stood at the edge of the dirt road, its head buried in a haystack, revealing only part of its behind.

"Where did this goat come from?"

"Shall we catch it and roast it for dinner tonight?"

The black soldier laughed as he took his rifle off his shoulder and switched off the safety.

At that moment, the Black Mountain Goat pulled its head out of the haystack, still chewing on some grass, and a few medals were tied to its right horn.

A second later, a man appeared before them.

Then, their vision started to rotate 360 degrees.

Heads fell to the ground, intestines sprawled; Wei Tianyang retracted his Bone Knife and walked to the cliff’s edge to look down.

The loading process was proceeding in an orderly fashion, and within the long white factory building, hundreds of people gathered.

These were villagers from nearby areas, but clearly, herding and farming paid much less than working here.

Wei Tianyang snorted coldly, followed by an earth-shattering rumble. A sinkhole occurred at the valley bottom where the factory was situated.

The earth seemed to shatter into fine powder in an instant, the entire building and everyone in it, along with the production equipment and trucks, were all swallowed by the earth.

The black blood energy swirled like a tornado, all sucked into his body. He heard screams, yet it was as if he heard nothing.

Just a few minutes later, there were no traces of human artifacts in this valley; everything had sunk a hundred meters underground.

He followed the memories of these sentinels to locate his next target.

Baphomet, while grumbling, had no choice but to labor diligently and follow Wei Tianyang’s commands. He sprinted from one location to another, pulling Wei Tianyang along with him.

In one day, Wei Tianyang had killed almost all the managers of the neutralizer factories in Gambia and destroyed every factory.

As night fell, he sat on a rock in the outskirts to rest a while, opened his phone, and checked the map of Gambia. The memories of those soldiers and producers revealed that he had almost killed all the associates.

Only the President of Gambia remained.

These people all had dealings with the President. He understood clearly that the country’s poverty gave them the opportunity to make money through illegal neutralizers.

The poor had jobs, the government got its kickbacks. The military government colluded with these illegal neutralizer producers, further consolidating their control over the country.

All this was no different from Chicken Snake Country.

He left the President for last only because killing the President always carried a certain ceremonial significance.

A dozen coyotes appeared behind him, baring their teeth and growling softly.

Wei Tianyang turned around, his four eyes gleaming like flames in the night, and horns involuntarily started protruding from his head.

The pack of wolves hesitated for a few seconds and then left, tails tucked.

From his phone, came Baphomet’s bleating sound; it had already reached the Presidential Mansion in Gambia. It was time.

Meanwhile, on the lawn of the Presidential Mansion, several bodyguards saw a Black Mountain Goat butt up as it gnawed at the grass next to the fountain. They approached it with flashlights to shoo it away, recognizing the medals tied to its right horn and a smartwatch hanging from its left horn.

"Baah..." the Black Mountain Goat bleated.

A second later, a long-horned man suddenly appeared in front of them.