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"Luo Guohui, Blackwater Security Company security consultant, temporary Second Lieutenant of the Navy SEALs, I am invoking you under Article Three of the Security Act," a fully armed warrior said solemnly, his voice muffled through the hood.
"Let's speak in Chinese; I can understand it." The warrior removed his hood, revealing a handsome face belonging to a young Asian man.
"I am Chinese, but I am also a soldier of the United States of America! The interests of my country are my interests! Anyone who opposes my country is my enemy! I can die, but I cannot be wrong!" In another scene, the handsome young man wore a grim expression.
"You may not respect me, but you must respect my rank! No one has the right to command me. If you want my assistance, please show me the orders." The same handsome young man now looked at the White officer with a complex yet stubborn expression.
"You damn yellow-skinned monkey, I knew you were all in this together. If that's the case, then go die!" The rough White officer roared, raising his weapon without hesitation and shooting through the young man's head.
At the moment the bullet pierced through his skull, blood splattered everywhere, and disbelief flickered in the young man's eyes, mingled with a hint of relief.
At that moment, fragments of memories began to overlap in Yang Xiaoyou's mind.
"Luo Guohui, Blackwater Security Company security consultant, temporary Second Lieutenant of the Navy SEALs, I am invoking you under Article Three of the Security Act. Tell me your name, civilian." Luo Guohui looked at the young boy in tactical police gear holding a military crossbow, who appeared somewhat restrained.
Seeing the boy's youthful face after he removed his helmet made Luo Guohui frown slightly; he hadn't expected to encounter a minor who also seemed not to be a citizen.
However, this mission could not afford any mistakes. After two members of his team had encountered an accident, he needed a partner to assist him in activating the detection equipment. Finding an uninfected normal person on the street was not easy.
Some Survivors trapped inside vehicles were surrounded by Corpses. It would be difficult for him to rescue them alone. Moreover, judging by the boy's attire, he seemed to possess some military training. Although it felt wrong to involve him, activating special protocols was necessary; time was running out.
Glancing at the dozen or so Corpses moving toward them and further away on the street—some wandering while others gathered to feast on fresh corpses—Luo Guohui frowned and said, "If you don't want to die, don't move."
After saying that, he transformed into a shadow and darted toward three Corpses that had just discovered their presence. He moved like a swift panther. Upon reaching them, he crouched and slid sideways between two of them. Using his momentum, he drew out a military dagger and sliced through the neck of the middle Corpse.
Without losing his forward momentum, he pivoted and swung his right leg like a whip directly into the head of one Corpse beside him. The sound of air slicing through was enough to convey the power behind that kick.
The Corpse struck in the head did not fly away due to such force; instead, all its strength was concentrated in its head until it exploded!
Red and white matter scattered everywhere. After its head burst open, the headless body remained almost stationary for a moment before toppling over. The sheer force had obliterated the Human Body's head; such power was truly unfathomable.
The violent kick seemed to reactivate the movement sequence in his body. The military dagger that had just sliced through the neck of the first Corpse was swiftly swung and plunged into the forehead of the last Corpse.
This was a stark contrast to Yang Xiaoyou's earlier ambush, where he had taken down one Corpse, followed by a tense one-on-one confrontation that teetered on the edge of life and death.
From the moment he launched himself into action until the dagger embedded itself in the Corpse's skull, the entire process took no more than three seconds. It was so fast that the three Corpses had no chance to mount an effective counterattack. The fluidity of his movements resembled a flowing stream, with old strength giving way to new power, creating a rhythm that transformed the act of killing into something almost beautiful.
The difference between their previous battles was like night and day, or perhaps there was simply no comparison at all—one was an ambush, while the other was a direct confrontation, with numbers differing by several times.
After completing this feat, he did not pause for even a moment. Instead, he darted toward another group of Corpses that had noticed their presence, swiftly taking them down without raising any alarm. He dispatched ten slightly scattered Corpses as if they were mere wooden stakes.
The furthest one was over fifty meters away from his original position, yet he accomplished this in just fifteen seconds!
With his intricate movements, it was as if he attacked while simultaneously moving toward his next target, all without drawing the attention of any other nearby Corpses. It was truly astonishing.
At this moment, Yang Xiaoyou looked on in shock as Luo Guohui approached him, his chest rising and falling with exertion. A strange feeling flickered in Yang Xiaoyou's heart.
"Regardless of whether you are an American citizen or not, being here means you must comply with our laws and fully cooperate with my actions. Once the mission is complete, I will take you out of the city," Luo Guohui said as he removed his hood, revealing a strikingly handsome face.
Hearing these words made Yang Xiaoyou nod like a chick pecking at grains. He remembered how completely overwhelmed he had been by Luo Guohui's decisive kill earlier; at that moment, he had genuinely viewed him as a godsend and his last hope. Luo Guohui's intention to showcase his prowess before him was clear.
If Yang Xiaoyou refused to cooperate, it would significantly impact Luo Guohui's subsequent actions.
In fact, due to the Memory Fragments he possessed now granting him keen insight, Yang Xiaoyou understood clearly that if even one slightly distant Corpse appeared without using firearms, Luo Guohui—who had already reached his limit after a fifteen-second burst—would need to take a breather.
No matter how strong he was, he remained human; everyone has a peak burst time of about fifteen seconds. The only difference lies in the maximum power exerted during that burst. Of course, after those fifteen seconds, it doesn't mean losing combat capability entirely; rather, there would be a brief period of diminished fighting ability.
For someone as powerful as Luo Guohui, even during this buffer period, his combat effectiveness would still far exceed that of elite special forces.
Before he had even reached his peak, he was already able to unleash such terrifying combat power, which truly stirred something within Yang Xiaoyou, who was beginning to understand the situation.
The thought that he could one day become like him, or even surpass him entirely, was undeniable. However, it was also true that Luo Guohui had given him his first real lesson in combat.
This experience would shape the path he would take in the future, one that mirrored Luo Guohui's fighting style. During their time together, he had taught Yang Xiaoyou a great deal. If it hadn't been for Luo Guohui's cover, he would have become a meal for the Corpse before he even left Kapa City.
However,
If it weren't for him, Yang Xiaoyou wouldn't have exposed himself so quickly and wouldn't have been captured as a White Mouse.
It was because he had followed Luo Guohui on a mission that his exceptional combat skills caught the attention of others. His loose lips at the time ultimately led to the tragedy that haunted his memories.
Of course, Yang Xiaoyou blamed Luo Guohui for this, but it seemed pointless. They stood on opposite sides of a conflict, and at that time, Luo Guohui had never hidden the fact that he would report the situation. He had no idea how grim the outcome would be; it was simply part of his duty.
The true puppet master behind his fate was still lurking in the shadows.
"My ancestral home is also in the Chinese Empire. I've always heard about its strong martial traditions, and now I see it's indeed true; even a random youth I encounter has a solid foundation." Looking at Yang Xiaoyou, who was nervously following closely behind him, Luo Guohui wore a slightly stiff smile.
It was clear that this young man possessed decent military knowledge, but his clumsiness indicated that he had practiced very little—perhaps learned from Military Training or some other place.
Hearing Luo Guohui's casual conversation felt like small talk to Yang Xiaoyou, who managed a forced smile in response, as if trying to mask his own tension.
Yet now Yang Xiaoyou understood that Luo Guohui's questions were merely tests to gauge him and to help him relax a bit.
Although this fellow hailed from China as well, until the moment of his death, his heart would forever belong to America. They could be friends, but their stances would never align.
Under Luo Guohui's leadership, the sense of urgency diminished significantly. The journey had taken immense effort for Yang Xiaoyou as he moved cautiously while fully armed, but to Luo Guohui, it seemed merely a minor inconvenience.
They circumvented any Corpses they could and struck down those they couldn't by finding their weakest points with swift brutality. With a military crossbow in hand and following closely behind, Yang Xiaoyou felt like nothing more than an extra in someone else's story.
At the same time, he secretly admired Luo Guohui's reaction ability and adaptability. With the knowledge he had about the Corpse from his memories, avoiding it took a considerable amount of effort. Yet, this was likely Luo Guohui's first encounter with such a terrifying creature.
However, thanks to his keen observation and some prior exposure, he had already grasped several characteristics of the Corpse.
Luo Guohui was also quite surprised by Yang Xiaoyou. Initially, he had prepared himself to deal with a burden, but this boy, who seemed to be in high school, displayed an unexpected level of adaptability.
Throughout their journey, Yang Xiaoyou made no noise and caused no trouble. In fact, the military crossbow he had somehow acquired helped them take down a few Corpses.
Perhaps his movements were still somewhat clumsy, but for an untrained student, it was remarkably impressive—almost unbelievable. This could only be attributed to the strong martial culture of the Chinese Empire and the rigorous military training in schools.
Yang Xiaoyou could naturally sense a hint of doubt from Luo Guohui. However, this time he would not make the mistake of revealing all his experiences as he had in his memories. He also restrained himself regarding his performance, quietly absorbing the experiences that came from Luo Guohui.
With his current ability to disguise himself, it would be impossible to completely fool Luo Guohui's eyes; it would only raise further suspicions. After all, it was unusual for someone to find a set of expensive equipment and survive alone in such a place.
It would be better to simply present himself as someone with good combat talent. Even if he excelled, it wasn't something that would raise alarms. As long as he didn't blurt out his past experiences, the awkwardness of his movements couldn't be faked and might even resonate with Luo Guohui.
After all, Luo Guohui himself was a super talent in this aspect.
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