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Chapter 588 - 309: Compensate Me Later?_2

Chapter 588: Chapter 309: Compensate Me Later?_2

"NO!"

He pointed at the first Black soldier who entered, "Who among you wants to end up like a ghost, don’t eat that damn pill, do you really believe it’s a sedative? We need to fight, we need to protest, we..."

He didn’t finish his sentence.

He suddenly felt lighter.

Turning around, he found that his rifle was now in Brian’s hands.

Everyone immediately looked at Brian with tense expressions, fearful that he would point the gun at them.

Seeing the varied expressions and not wanting to waste time, Brian pointed the gun at his own temple, and amidst everyone’s shocked eyes, he pulled the trigger.

Click, click, click—

Accompanied by the muzzle flash and the ejecting bullet casings.

People screamed.

It seemed they had already seen this tall young man’s head being shattered by the bullet.

No one’s head could withstand a rifle bullet!

Absolutely no one could do that!

But... why hadn’t this man fallen?

...

Brian took a deep breath of the gunpowder smoke, loosened the hand that was blocking his temple, and infro14to the crowd.

Ding, ding, ding—

One by one, the bullets fell through the gaps between his fingers onto the deck, making a crisp sound.

These bullets, it was as if they had struck right into the soldiers’ hearts.

With a gaze nearly akin to witnessing God, they stared intently at Brian, completely silenced.

Especially the soldier who drew number two and had his gun taken away.

His eyes bulged out, and he stammered, "This is an illusion, right?"

Brian shook his head, "This is reality, a true and magical world. The guns that give you confidence are almost like toys in front of me, so there’s no need for me to deceive you. I’m just like you, a sacrificial pawn arranged by those above. I’m explaining patiently because I see you as humans, that’s all."

Saying this, he looked back at the number two soldier, "I understand how you feel, but I dislike being pointed at with a gun, so you’ll need to undergo three experiments next."

After that, Brian stopped paying attention to everyone, tossed the rifle in his hand, and walked straight in.

As soon as he left, all the soldiers sighed in relief.

Before demonstrating the bullet-catching act, the pressure from Brian stemmed more from the mission and identity setup than from Brian himself as a person.

Now, it was completely different.

In everyone’s eyes, Brian was no longer one of them but an unknown monster.

After pausing for a few seconds.

Everyone gradually snapped out of the shock.

Some picked up the rifle to check, some checked the bullets, and others still had a dazed expression, unable to comprehend how flesh and blood could block a bullet, and how he could catch bullets with his bare hands...

The number two soldier, unwillingly, glanced at the entrance ahead, gritted his teeth, and thought about jumping into the sea to escape, but when he turned around, he saw his former companions holding rifles with a strange look in their eyes.

He moved his lips weakly, saying, "I..."

"Get in!"

His previously close companions watched him with an indifferent gaze.

As career soldiers, they had now understood the reality.

Although the experiment was risky, the fact that the Black soldier came out alive indicated that there was a chance of surviving.

The more trials number two underwent, the less likely it was for the rest to die.

They were initially just a group of soldiers transferred from various departments, not comrades who had been through thick and thin together.

Realizing this, they were no longer comrades!

In the end, the soldier who drew number two, faced with the silent soldiers, walked willingly into the makeshift autopsy room.

...

"Come here, look at this..."

Brian spoke perfunctorily to the guy who had pointed a gun at him.

He was pleasant to others, but besides his usual attitude towards innocents, he had another purpose.

But he wasn’t unreasonable.

Not blowing the man’s head off immediately was already a restraint shown by Brian.

The number two soldier dared not speak further.

Trembling, he looked toward the spot indicated by Brian, then paused.

Is this all?

After a few seconds, he cautiously asked, "Is this flesh?"

Brian ignored him and moved the cardboard, exposing another area of brain tissue to the man.

This time, the number two soldier displayed symptoms similar to those of the previous Black soldier.

Instantly, a three-dimensional holographic map of the observation areas for both soldiers appeared in Brian’s mind. He then reached out, grabbed the neck of the soldier who was now in a daze, and lifted him in front of a new area to expose to his vision.

The number two soldier’s reaction intensified.

His pupils underwent significant changes, and his eyeballs began to tremble rapidly, just like... the reaction during a dream.

After a few seconds.

All his changes ceased.

Seeing this, Brian let go of his hand and continued observing him.

The number two soldier appeared dazed, began reaching out aimlessly into the air, not caring whether he caught anything, and then started to slap himself increasingly violently, exhibiting symptoms identical to those infected...

In the end, accompanied by a thud as he collapsed.

The functions of the number two soldier’s body, like a snuffed-out candle, extinguished instantly.

But that’s not quite right.

After a candle goes out, there’s still a wisp of white smoke.

This guy, however, was like a delete key pressed on a computer; all bodily functions were zeroed out instantly, without even the neural or muscular reflexes typically seen before death.

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