My Cell Prison
Chapter 1512 - 1510 Rhythm

But there was one factor Han Dong couldn’t control—[Time].

The mall’s countdown timer had only [06:34] left.

Once the countdown ended, the number of Ladybugs would increase accordingly, and the chaos in the mall could escalate out of control. Even Common Zombies would become unavoidable and full of threats.

"I’ll handle the [Meat Eyes]. You all head to the first floor along the planned route now."

Han Dong had never tried slaughtering other Zombies as a Zombie himself before.

Even though the best route had been determined through surveillance, there were still three Meat Eyes along the way.

They had to be cleared; otherwise, detours would take a long time and could lead to encounters with other dangers...

Swish!

A Meat Eye suspended in the air was pierced through by a Ghoul Claw.

Since [Meat Eyes] were special infected, their Death Signal had a broader transmission range, attracting twenty to thirty Zombies immediately.

Fortunately, when Han Dong killed the Meat Eye, he was not within its vision range and had retreated immediately, so the Death Signal did not include any information about him.

However, the surrounding Zombies, displayed as yellow dots, entered an ’Alert State.’ If Han Dong exhibited any more abnormal behavior, they could turn into red dots and initiate an attack.

"Good thing they didn’t attack me right away, just on alert."

Though the [Meat Eyes] were spaced far apart, leading to nearly a hundred Zombies now in an alert state, his identity remained undisclosed.

While following the "safe passage" back to the first floor, a series of gunshots echoed from the warehouse zone.

"Not bad... still alive."

When Han Dong cautiously crept to the warehouse entrance, the scene of the battle inside caused his eyes to light up—this was exactly the kind of confrontation Han Dong wanted to witness.

"So there are even more formidable fighters?"

...

During the time Han Dong was away.

The warehouse had unexpectedly formed a temporary alliance.

The alliance was possible because Belly had discovered that the two assassins hiding here were not the ’youths’ who had previously caused trouble.

Belly offered information about special infected Zombies in exchange for a superficial collaboration with the two people occupying the warehouse.

After all, the two of them had no desire to abandon such a strategic warehouse and flee into the retail area, which was teeming with Zombies and devoid of intelligence.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Although firearm bullets couldn’t easily Breach Defense, they weren’t completely useless.

They could clear out other Zombies coming to interfere and restrict special infected targets’ movements with precise shots aimed at Nodes.

Occasionally, a powerful flying knife imbued with a ’Wind Attribute’ would shoot out from the shadows. Once hit, it would leave 1–3cm deep cuts on the target’s surface.

This throwing knife, however, required considerable charging time and was only used at critical moments.

The man referred to as [Aze] was the one wielding these throwing knives.

While hiding in the shadows to charge up a throw, Aze also kept a close watch on his firearms-wielding temporary ally. If he sensed any murderous intent or an inclination to shoot teammates, his knife would instantly find its mark, decapitating them.

Of course,

The reason these two dared to risk collaboration was the presence of another member, the chubby assassin named [Sam].

The chubby man was engaged in close combat with a special infected target.

He showed absolutely no fear of stray bullets potentially hitting him... occasional ricochets that hit his body couldn’t penetrate his layers of fat.

The most remarkable thing was Sam’s weapon.

The chainsaw buzzing in his hands revealed its extraordinary nature upon closer inspection.

Several tubes extended from the grip, connecting to Sam’s Right Arm.

The power source wasn’t gasoline but a mixture of fat and blood extracted directly from his body... leading to strands of blood twined around the frenziedly spinning saw blades, enhancing their sharpness and cutting power beyond ordinary levels.

"Vikus’ Fat-Based Device (Blue, Fine Grade)"

This type of chainsaw, under Chubby Sam’s operation, could unleash its full potential.

Its power exceeded even Aze’s charged throwing knife... it had already made several cutting gashes on the special infected target’s body.

One of the effective cuts even achieved a Breach Defense result.

Drip, drip—some sort of green liquid seeped out from the infected’s neck.

The cut penetrated to a terrifying depth of eight centimeters.

Simultaneously, Sam’s movements were remarkably agile. Combined with his teammate’s precise strikes on critical Nodes, he had sufficient reaction time and openings to launch attacks.

If this pace could be maintained, they might actually kill the target.

...

"Amazing!"

The battle unfolding in the warehouse left Han Dong engrossed in an ’audience mode.’ While attentively observing Chubby Sam’s fighting style, he developed a keen interest in the chainsaw weapon.

If the chance arose, Han Dong wanted to procure one for himself.

Meanwhile, seeing the target encountering a Breach Defense effect strengthened Han Dong’s resolve regarding his plan.

"Nicholas... when will we act?"

Sally, fixated on the intense battle ahead, was starting to grow impatient.

"Just wait a little longer. This balance and the state of restraint won’t last for long... once the turning point comes, we’ll move."

Han Dong stopped observing and started surveying the surroundings.

His gaze Locked on a "Pus Fester" completely covered in pustules and filled with bile-like acidic liquids.

...

It wasn’t long before the "turning point" indeed arrived.

Han Dong foresaw this because of what he had previously observed in a fight between special infected and mercenaries... the abrupt Death of the one-eyed assassin was due to a ’sudden shift in rhythm.’

At critical moments, the special infected would undergo a surge in various stats, overturning the situation.

"What!"

Sam, who should have dodged the attack easily, found that the enemy’s sudden speed increase made evasion impossible.

Moreover, the simultaneous gunfire and throwing knives failed to disrupt the movements of the bald Zombie... the marrow Element in its spine was rapidly being produced and distributed throughout its body, while strange symbols appeared to be transforming in its eyes.

Swish! The Right Arm holding the chainsaw was torn apart entirely, flying through the air.

Flesh and fat scattered everywhere.

"Sam!"

Aze, hiding in the shadows, let out a sharp cry. Realizing the dire situation, he knew he couldn’t close the distance in time to assist.

Chubby Sam had immediately downed a Healing Potion to stop the bleeding and numb the pain.

However, the bald Zombie’s foot loomed over him... in the next moment, he might be devoured.

Just then,

Plop!

A "Pus Fester" covered in pustules was hurled into the warehouse with Huge Power, landing right beside the special infected target.

A grotesque Tentacle squirmed out from the pus-filled creature’s brainstem area.

At that moment, its pustule-covered body became fully Activated.

Boom!

A Skull Head-shaped green smoke erupted, and splattering pus corroded the floor, leaving pits of varying sizes.

At the same time, the death of the special infected led to a surge of Zombies flooding into the warehouse.

Among them were three unexpected intruders.