My Cell Prison
Chapter 1511 - 1509: Successful Guidance

Chapter 1511: Chapter 1509: Successful Guidance

Han Dong, as the ’instigator’, was also under immense pressure.

Knowing the mall’s layout in advance from the guide Henry, he could roughly infer that the "surveillance room" and "warehouse area" on the first floor—two areas that provided strategic advantage—likely concealed corresponding killer squads.

Han Dong flawlessly imitated the posture of a zombie, staying as close to the edge of the space as possible to avoid the feeding "special presence," heading straight for the surveillance room.

He hijacked a nearby zombie as both a [meat shield] and [lead].

However, upon hearing the sound of gunfire, a few cold sweats broke out on Han Dong’s forehead.

『Hiss!

Didn’t expect to encounter firearms in the very first game.

I remember the cheapest firearm usage permission (handgun) in the store costs a full one hundred and fifty points.

And this person was able to pre-aim at my head through the door.

Fortunately, the bullet trajectory was slightly off and aimed downward. Even without the zombie as a meat shield, my mask would have blocked it... After this game, I need to find a way to enhance my brain’s defenses.

I absolutely need to deal with these two guys; firearms are far too dangerous.』

Regardless of whether the warehouse area concealed another squad, Han Dong simply threw out the ’warehouse area’ as bait to lure them out, increasing the chance of their encounter with the "special target."

This was the key part of the plan.

To induce the killer squads to clash with the special target, eliminating competitors while also allowing Han Dong to observe the target’s special traits...

Bang! A loud shot echoed through the mall.

As a bullet pierced through the special target’s skull, Han Dong—hidden in the shadows as a ’spectator’—revealed a sinister smile. The act had begun.

However, Han Dong’s facial expression underwent multiple shifts within the next minute.

What was expected to be a good show—after all, the skills of these two mercenaries were quite decent—turned out to be on entirely different levels in actual combat.

The horrific scene before him also left the Count unnerved inside.

"Didn’t I say it? Don’t mess with this thing... That level of hardness, speed, and strength—our current physical conditions simply aren’t equipped to handle this."

Han Dong didn’t respond but quietly stared at the brutal battle scene ahead:

"They can’t even achieve the most basic [breach defense] ... not a [weak point] in sight? Is the game setting this rigid?"

In Han Dong’s observation,

The mercenaries possessed exceptional shooting precision—hitting parts of the target that should have been fatal with multiple shots, even pinpointing the temple, back cranial foramen, underarm acupoint, and groin.

Yet, all of the shots proved ineffective.

The only seemingly effective attack came from the one-eyed mercenary slashing diagonally at the target’s neck with a samurai sword, leaving a cut about two centimeters deep.

...

Suddenly, the pace quickened.

The one-eyed mercenary, fatigued from physical exertion, failed to keep up with the abrupt change in rhythm. He was caught by the zombie, held upside-down by both legs, and torn apart on the spot.

"Armand!"

Witnessing the death of his battle companion of over ten years, Belly’s eyes turned bloodshot.

A syringe of special intensifier jabbed into his right leg, drastically boosting his movement speed for a short duration... Belly was well aware of his situation. With only himself left, survival in this game—and dealing with this special zombie—was nearly impossible.

There was only one option, and this was his sole path to revenge.

Escape to a larger tactical space—the [warehouse area]—where he could employ guerrilla warfare and track down the youthful instigator behind this tragedy, executing him with his own hands.

With his speed greatly increased thanks to his fallen comrade’s delay, Belly charged toward the warehouse area at full speed, dodging zombies along the way by precisely blowing their heads off—wasting not a single bullet.

Hidden among the zombies, quietly observing, Han Dong gave a high assessment:

"A very decisive choice.

Perfect. This way, I can also verify if the final squad is hiding in the warehouse area... If this guy manages to lead the special target there, the game might conclude sooner than expected."

While Belly dashed forward, the special target—having finished its meal—chased after him at an incredible, seemingly impossible speed.

[Warehouse Area]

The tightly locked door was blown open by gunfire.

Enhanced by the drug’s effect on his leg, Belly kicked the iron door open.

Only a few zombies wandered inside; the towering shelves, spanning over ten to twenty meters, were ideal for Belly’s combat style.

"Should have come earlier, full steam ahead.

If Armand and I had occupied this location sooner, even paying a price, we surely could have become the ultimate victors of this game.

Now, there’s nothing left but to fight."

As the residual leg-enhancing drug lingered briefly, Belly attempted to dash deeper into the massive shelving zone for cover.

Whoosh! A flying knife attacked from the side.

Catching sight of the blade with his vision, Belly instinctively plotted its path and made evasive maneuvers based on combat experience.

"What!?"

Although Belly should have avoided the flying knife, it managed to slice the inner side of his thigh, a mere centimeter away from the artery.

"The knife... it can change direction?"

While he stood stunned, three more flying knives shot toward him.

This time, he didn’t evade but locked onto their positions and fired consecutively—striking each blade down. From their flight paths, he roughly pinpointed the assassin’s hiding spot and emptied his remaining bullets into that direction.

A cacophony of metal-on-metal sounds reverberated in the empty warehouse, temporarily halting further knife attacks.

Taking advantage of the brief respite, Belly forcibly endured the pain in his leg injury and sprinted deeper into the warehouse.

However, his trail was lined with blood dripping from his thigh—providing a perfect guide for the special presence to track him down.

...

Outside the warehouse.

Han Dong had already rushed back to the third floor at the earliest opportunity.

Since the remaining assassins’ positions had all been identified, there was no need to linger by the surveillance room.

"Turns out the warehouse indeed harbored the final squad; this marks an excellent opportunity.

If I can seize this chance, it’ll be easy to eliminate all assassins... The only hope is that this mercenary guy holds up a little longer."

Returning to the third floor, Han Dong gave Sally a brief explanation of the situation, and she revealed a rather ’anticipating’ expression.

The guide Henry, equipped with ’stage evolutionary traits,’ was naturally brought along... Han Dong even selected a high-quality steel pipe for him, which coupled with his current physique could still be of some use.

While injecting both of them with "breath inhibitors," Han Dong studied the syringe in his hand, and a flash of inspiration flickered across his mind... As his lips curled upward, a more profound plan began to take shape.

『Hey! What dangerous thoughts are you brewing again?』 The Count, sensing the formation of perilous ideas, panicked greatly.

『If I cower now and fail to chase maximum gain, I’ll eventually lose to Pope and his gang... not to mention, there are also otherworldly Fate travelers participating in this game.

Let’s indulge in madness once... failing to do so would surely disappoint Green.』

...

Simultaneously

Inside a secluded sewer pipe.

A young man with a slightly pitted complexion was seated atop a pile of corpses, polishing his nails with shards of metal, knife edges, or blunt objects.

Ah-choo! A loud sneeze echoed through the sewer.

"Hmm? Feeling a little under the weather? The sensation of being suppressed into weak humanity is truly irksome... but also quite thrilling.

Nicholas, where are you? Being alone is just so boring."