Chapter 67 - Paradise

Seeing the Alien lurching towards him, the Driver’s half-pig-half-monkey creature, with its round torso and slender limbs, suddenly leapt up, unleashing the “Empty-handed Slash” Skill, chopping its palm towards the neck of the Alien.

Thousand Throats Beast, as a large guild, is famous for breeding, propagating, and cultivating various fantasy creatures.

As a guild member, the Driver had learned many nurturing skills from his seniors, feeding his combat beasts a special diet of protein powder and steroids, supplemented by a rigorous and scientific fitness plan.

By ensuring their physical health, their strength was significantly enhanced, making their combat power much stronger than similar creatures in animated works.

The Monkey Monster’s furry palm slapped down, pushing the Alien off its pouncing trajectory, brushing past the Driver and tumbling into the changing room corner, knocking down a row of cabinets.

Li Cheng immediately pulled out a domestically made QJZ-171 machine gun from his Backpack, aimed at the Alien, and pulled the trigger.

Though this machine gun also fired 12.7mm rounds, it was light enough to be carried in one hand due to extensive use of carbon fiber plastics and titanium alloys.

It was closer to an automatic anti-material rifle than a traditional heavy machine gun.

Bang bang bang—

The chaotic gunfire echoed in the changing room, and the machine gun bullets formed a metallic chain, bombarding the Alien’s slender body.

Initially, a few bullets were deflected by the streamlined Armor, and then created minor dents, allowing the subsequent metal jets to successfully penetrate the armor.

After 60 rounds, the Alien finally stopped moving, breaking apart and collapsing in the corner.

“My ears are going to be deaf.”

The Driver muttered to himself and pulled out the Spirit Ball to capture the Monkey Monster—this creature was extremely irritable, its temper flared at the sound of gunfire, ready to leap at “Chu Xuan” and fight desperately.

“… This thing, seems not like the original Alien.”

Li Cheng put away the machine gun and stepped forward to closely examine the broken body parts, discovering something peculiar.

In films, the Alien’s blood has extreme corrosive properties that can easily melt through the metal floors of spacecraft.

However, this Alien’s blood was far less corrosive; even after several seconds, it only caused puffs of blue smoke on the marble surface.

Furthermore, the density and strength of its muscle fibers did not seem capable of sustaining its body in a vacuum.

Most crucially, a chip was implanted in the cerebellum at the back of the Alien’s neck.

Li Cheng squinted, gently touched the section of the Alien’s severed limb with his finger, and the effects of “Genetic Hunger” were not triggered at all.

It seemed utterly uninterested.

After confirming that the Alien’s body, for some reason, could not be stored in the Backpack, Li Cheng took the chip, turned his head towards the security personnel on the ground, only to find he had already died—his previous words might have been his last.

“… I couldn’t save him,” Su Jie said sadly as he stopped his treatment and stood up with a sigh.

“It’s okay, you did well enough.

May he rest in peace.”

Li Cheng patted Su Jie on the shoulder, approached the security personnel, made a sign of the cross over his chest in a pretending manner, then pulled out a kitchen knife, chopping off the corpse’s hands.

“What the fuck, bro, what are you doing?” the Driver was startled by his sudden action.

“Covering our bases.”

Li Cheng, without looking up, said, “I noticed that the changing room door has a fingerprint lock.

Considering this person mentioned this place as some kind of theme park before dying, other places might also employ fingerprint locks or similar access control.

We should chop off his hands and take them just in case.”

As a pragmatist, making good use of the body to uncover the truth and avenge him clearly outweighs conventional morality.

“… Couldn’t we have used a gentler approach?” said the Driver, annoyed, “Like, maybe using tape to take a fingerprint impression, or just cutting off a finger or something.”

“The wisdom of mortals.”

Li Cheng casually said, “I did indeed bring tape, but this method of taking prints only works on simple fingerprint locks.

Any lock with pressure sensors or depth detection functions would fail.

And chopping off fingers isn’t reliable either, considering some people simply don’t like to register their thumb or index finger data.

Besides, don’t you think carrying ten fingers is much more ghastly than carrying two palms?”

The Driver honestly replied, “I think both are equally ghastly.”

“Kira Yoshikage gave a thumbs down.”

Li Cheng curled his lips, took a bulletproof vest with a walkie-talkie off a corpse, wore it himself, and hung the palms on both sides of the vest,

muttering, “The hand of Europe, good man”, and strode towards the door, pushing open the large dressing room door.

Outside the door was a spacious corridor, also severely damaged, with blood stains all over the floor and shattered ceiling light bulbs; on the right wall hung a half-broken, still glowing LED advertising screen.

Right after stepping out of the dressing room, the Driver saw the advertisement on the screen, confused, “What is this?

A theme park?

Don’t tell me someone was crazy enough to clone all the monsters from horror movies and bring them to reality.”

“Congratulations, you guessed right.”

Li Cheng walked to the left side of the corridor, where there’s no wall, replaced by a large glass panel.

Through the glass, you could see a huge space below.

It appeared to be the staff cafeteria, with rows of tables and chairs in front of the food counter, where a large number of human corpses were piled up.

Some dressed in security uniforms, some in researchers’ white lab coats, and some in striking yellow worker outfits.

Obviously, they were all workers from the Bunker.

And the ones piling these corpses together were… monsters.

Zombies, werewolves, bat creatures, tree spirits, mutated giant pythons from “Anaconda”, Lickers from “Biochemical Crisis”, Necromorphs from “Dead Space”, mutated fish monsters from “Han River Monster”…

Various monsters were sprawled on the heap of corpses, voraciously feasting on the carnage.

“Holy shit…”

The Driver’s hair stood on end, and he pressed down the curious Walking Grass, preventing it from seeing the gory wonder.

Su Jie was so frightened that his face turned pale, involuntarily stepping back a few steps, staying away from the glass wall and the railing.

“The ketogenic diet is that popular already?”

Li Cheng also took careful steps back, pushing up the glasses on his nose, softly said, “If little Han were still alive, he’d probably be very comforted.”

What the hell is a ketogenic diet?

Is little Han referring to Hannibal?

He must be quite a person.

The corner of the Driver’s eyes twitched uncontrollably, but deep inside, he had to admit, having such a calm and composed companion by his side indeed brought a considerable sense of security.